<?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-3512842559383911028</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:18:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relink!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mei</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-7776952793352804717</id><published>2007-06-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:31:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;u&gt;tired&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 10am for guzheng.&lt;br /&gt;planned to reach home at 1pm+, because i was feeling really tired and out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;talked to chu yi and saw joey go past real fast while waiting for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mum arrived, she said to stay in school to help my sister with the &lt;u&gt;mailing of invitation cards&lt;/u&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;honours night guests&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel like staying, but i did so in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the conference room in the general office to prepare the invitation cards.&lt;br /&gt;the envelope consisted of a &lt;em&gt;card&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;letter&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;programme list&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;u&gt;parking coupon&lt;/u&gt;, the latter being for VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;the envelope was real thick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, the conference room was like some mailing room, with letters and envelopes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;at 6pm+ oriana, eileen and elaine went home.&lt;br /&gt;mum, my sister, rachel and i stayed.&lt;br /&gt;we moved to a smaller room, possibly for printing, to continue, as the conference room was to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the envelopes were then sealed and mailed.&lt;br /&gt;it was 7pm+ then.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner and my sister got the toilet before i could.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7776952793352804717?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7776952793352804717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7776952793352804717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7776952793352804717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7776952793352804717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-reached-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-4925287498781942036</id><published>2007-06-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:34:24.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.5 '06 class gathering!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. let's see who went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in order of who i saw/arrival.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.bao yi&lt;br /&gt;2. keat kee&lt;br /&gt;3. wen jie&lt;br /&gt;4. mei (mee.)&lt;br /&gt;5. chin&lt;br /&gt;6. bing shen&lt;br /&gt;7. boon han&lt;br /&gt;8. jun wei&lt;br /&gt;9. dillon&lt;br /&gt;10. winny&lt;br /&gt;11. yu xian&lt;br /&gt;12. hui min&lt;br /&gt;13. shu min&lt;br /&gt;14. ying nan&lt;br /&gt;15. fyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't the entire class, but i'm still happy i get to meet my a few of my ex-classmates. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i woke up at 9am and washed up.&lt;br /&gt;that included showering.&lt;br /&gt;then my mother and father wanted to go for breakfast downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;so when i arrived home after that, i was feeling quite warm.&lt;br /&gt;so i showered again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mother fetched me to bao yi's house.&lt;br /&gt;bao yi told me keat kee and wen jie had arrvied, but i &lt;s&gt;didn't see them&lt;/s&gt;. oops.&lt;br /&gt;i helped bao yi's mum dry the bowls and brought them to the function room.&lt;br /&gt;after a while, chin came. :))&lt;br /&gt;then chin saw bing shen arrive. yepps.&lt;br /&gt;then boon han called bao yi for directions to her house, making him the 7th person to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;bao yi, chin and i went back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;went back after a while, which was when we found out bing shen and jun wei arrived.&lt;br /&gt;bao yi, chin and i sat around chatting, and bao yi's mum wanted to take a &lt;u&gt;group picture&lt;/u&gt; of the 3 girls and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;nah, we weren't really comfortable, so we didn't do so.&lt;br /&gt;then..i didn't see dillon arrive, but he did. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winny called bao yi to ask for the address.&lt;br /&gt;so the 3 of us went to the side condo gate to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;when we went there, we realised she wasn't at the side gate.&lt;br /&gt;she had gone around looking for bao yi's house instead.&lt;br /&gt;we met her, hui min and yu xian near the house. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4LaXu7rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LNkUshsLI1A/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075829654987665074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4LaXu7rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LNkUshsLI1A/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winny and me. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the 6 of us went back to the function room to find all the 6 other boys gone.&lt;br /&gt;keat kee sms-ed to say that they had all gone to wen jie's house because they were &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;riiight&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so the girls just chatted and ate our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;caught up alot with them sweeties. :DD&lt;br /&gt;bao yi's mum said we had to get the boys back to finish up the food.&lt;br /&gt;so we sms-ed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shu min came with 3 tubs of Haagen Dazs ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;chocolate&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;chocolate chip&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;cookies and cream&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;winny found the chocolates bitter and she loved the cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;chin loved the chocolate loads. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;we kept eating ice-cream and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was back in primary 6, and we never went our separate ways to other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4LqXu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5mtKzcZPxCI/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075829659282632386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4LqXu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5mtKzcZPxCI/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and shu min. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the boys arrived back for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;winny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;whispers &lt;/em&gt;: "let's be sarcastic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;winny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;speaksloudly&lt;/em&gt; : "woah, sad. &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people don't get to eat ice-cream."&lt;br /&gt;she's referring to the boys.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys had their lunch and they played with the food abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rmq4cqXu7nI/AAAAAAAAADs/-TAPbfwXQW0/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074070732735966834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rmq4cqXu7nI/AAAAAAAAADs/-TAPbfwXQW0/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what they did to the food. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keat kee leaves for training at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ying nan arrived and had chicken wings for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;chin, yu xian, winny, hui min and ying nan then went to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;fyon arrives after abit, and we take a group photo! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4L6Xu7tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qPxTpQDyQWc/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075829663577599698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4L6Xu7tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qPxTpQDyQWc/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and fyon. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rmq50qXu7oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KzWdzogZwGw/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074072244564455042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rmq50qXu7oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KzWdzogZwGw/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile girls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back row(left to right) : ying nan, chin, hui min, yu xian, bao yi, fyon.&lt;br /&gt;bottom row(left to right) : winny, mei(mee.), shu min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loadsoflove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total of 9 girls..&lt;br /&gt;ying jie, xiang qin and joanne didn't turn up...)):&lt;br /&gt;ying jie was going, but she sms-ed to say that she would be late or would not go at all.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, she did not go..&lt;br /&gt;hui min then leaves for netball..)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3.30pm, we clean up the function room and head to bao yi's house.&lt;br /&gt;yu xian leaves at 3.45pm..)):&lt;br /&gt;at 4.00pm, the boys head off to ang mo kio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, after some discussion, shu min, ying nan, chin and winny go off to fyon's house,&lt;br /&gt;while bao yi and i go shopping and to meet up with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;at the traffic junction where we separate, i felt that i didn't want to &lt;em&gt;say goodbye &lt;/em&gt;to the rest of the girls yet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : "do you want to go to fyon's house instead?"&lt;br /&gt;bao yi : "i don't know...dunnoo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really felt like going to fyon's house..)):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao yi : "if we go shopping, it's &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt;. if we go to fyon's house, it's &lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt;. i can't choose between &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i take her over to the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; parapet.&lt;br /&gt;bao yi : "green man..should we cross?"&lt;br /&gt;me : "let's discuss slowly first, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;bao yi : storystory, somethingsomething...&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;acception!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i snap up, make my way across the road and say : "&lt;u&gt;acception&lt;/u&gt;. let's go. this is your chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we go all the way to AMK Hub, where the guys are playing &lt;em&gt;lan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lan&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;u&gt;local area network&lt;/u&gt;, or so dillon tells me.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, they didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;bao yi and i have dinner at Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell the woman at the counter : "one 6-inch italian."&lt;br /&gt;then i forget to say what i want in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is my first time ordering alone, anyway...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she sort of frowns and says : "with?"&lt;br /&gt;so i tell her what i want.&lt;br /&gt;then she slams my sub onto the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohmygawd. she hates me and she wants to kill me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out she slams everyone's subs down.&lt;br /&gt;and she didn't aim well for bao yi's.&lt;br /&gt;then i head back to yio chu kang and my mother picks me up. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-4925287498781942036?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4925287498781942036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=4925287498781942036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/4925287498781942036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/4925287498781942036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/6.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RnD4LaXu7rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LNkUshsLI1A/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-280804150239505491</id><published>2007-06-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:53:45.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to aunt fiona's house!&lt;br /&gt;reached there at 3.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to play with my cousin, eden.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to play &lt;u&gt;neopets&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 3.30pm, we went to swim with her brother, nich.&lt;br /&gt;nich : "mama! &lt;s&gt;no one&lt;/s&gt; wants to play with me!"&lt;br /&gt;me : "okay. i'll play with you. whaddya wanna play?"&lt;br /&gt;nich : "ermm..you come catch me, i give you &lt;em&gt;fish&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all about &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;imagination!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;prawn noodles by aunt fiona! :D&lt;br /&gt;after eating, eden, nich and i went to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eden : "jiejie, play neopets with me okay?"&lt;br /&gt;me : "sure."&lt;br /&gt;nich : "jiejie, come here, play cars with me!"&lt;br /&gt;me : "okay."&lt;br /&gt;eden : "jiejie, come play with &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;nich : no! jiejie, play with me &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, they argue over stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aunt fiona told us to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;"nich, it's your girlfriend! come see!"&lt;br /&gt;nich's &lt;em&gt;"girlfriend"&lt;/em&gt; was on the channel 8 toddler show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;camera does a close-up of the little girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt fiona : "pretty, right? nich's &lt;u&gt;head-over-heels&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all go home.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-280804150239505491?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/280804150239505491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=280804150239505491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/280804150239505491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/280804150239505491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-to-aunt-fionas-house-reached-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-2760137029319307913</id><published>2007-06-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:58:58.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something's wrong with my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i turned it off last night, everything was in english,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, it's all in chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiTaXu7jI/AAAAAAAAADM/uFvD7QhUxf4/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073624172101299762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiTaXu7jI/AAAAAAAAADM/uFvD7QhUxf4/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know how to sms this way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiTaXu7kI/AAAAAAAAADU/gbuW-pEZY0s/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073624172101299778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiTaXu7kI/AAAAAAAAADU/gbuW-pEZY0s/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;gong neng biao&lt;/em&gt; = menu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiT6Xu7lI/AAAAAAAAADc/d-ooJiSBzVM/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rm9c16Xu7qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9XM-a1_SByc/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075377386341461666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rm9c16Xu7qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9XM-a1_SByc/s320/Copy+of+DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i turn my phone off first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiUKXu7mI/AAAAAAAAADk/2j_f02_I11g/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rm9c1qXu7pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ztax3YcX4DU/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075377382046494354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rm9c1qXu7pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ztax3YcX4DU/s320/Copy+of+DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when i turn it on again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wallpaper, screen saver and ringtones have changed on their own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i have to reset everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-2760137029319307913?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2760137029319307913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=2760137029319307913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/2760137029319307913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/2760137029319307913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/somethings-wrong-with-my-phone-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RmkiTaXu7jI/AAAAAAAAADM/uFvD7QhUxf4/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-7677976130686018905</id><published>2007-05-29T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:12:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>su ian invited us to her house! :D&lt;br /&gt;wen min, rachael, juliana, kenneth and i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all met at the yio chu kang mrt station at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;then su ian came to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;we took the train to yishun, then we went to her house. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached, the first thing we did was swim!&lt;br /&gt;maybe not &lt;em&gt;we.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we reached, the first thing &lt;u&gt;they&lt;/u&gt; did was swim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't swim. :P&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen min, rachael, juliana and kenneth changed into their swim-suits.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the pool!&lt;br /&gt;su ian wasn't swimming too,&lt;br /&gt;so the 2 of us walked around in the shallow water.&lt;br /&gt;then those who were swimming splashed us with water!&lt;br /&gt;kenneth soaked my pants. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it started raining!&lt;br /&gt;su ian got out her umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;dance in the rain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead of taking shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain got much too heavy, so we went back indoors.&lt;br /&gt;we dried off and changed in to dry clothes.&lt;br /&gt;then we ordered KFC. :D&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the delivery man to arrive, we played with su ian's hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;one of them did it's business on me and bit me! ):&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we (except rachael) were still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so the other 5 of us ordered a hawaiian lover's pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, the rain stopped!&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; they all went swimming again.&lt;br /&gt;including su ian this time. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5.00pm, my mother came to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;home sweet home&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks, su ian, for inviting me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7677976130686018905?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7677976130686018905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7677976130686018905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7677976130686018905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7677976130686018905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/su-ian-invited-us-to-her-house-d-wen.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-1067268281919560319</id><published>2007-05-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:11:30.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr chin gave us &lt;strong&gt;apples&lt;/strong&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;he said he gave them to us so we could be &lt;u&gt;bright&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;healthy&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;or something like that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating our apples, jan was going : "jan bomb, jan bomb, jan bomb to &lt;em&gt;whoever&lt;/em&gt; bomb!"&lt;br /&gt;soon, the whole class was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bombing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; here and there.&lt;br /&gt;then the discipline master and teacher came into the class.&lt;br /&gt;wen min hadn't finished her apple yet, so she threw it into her bag. lols.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the discipline master and teacher came because one classmate of ours had to receive caning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DM : "we do not want to see anyone laughing or talking during the process of caning. girls, if you feel uncomfortable, you may look away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the DM was preparing to swing his arm down,&lt;br /&gt;dennis ran down the corridor, screaming loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"DENNIS BOMB, DENNIS BOMB, DENNIS BOMB TO SHIN WEA BOMB!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shin wea, in fact, is mr chin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chin did the "shhh" sign, and dennis was like, "oops".&lt;br /&gt;during the caning, i didn't dare look, and i felt like i would puke at any point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i went to j8 with jan.&lt;br /&gt;we watched pirates of the carribean : at world's end!&lt;br /&gt;it was wonderful! :D&lt;br /&gt;then jan went home, and i went to meet my family at food junction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-1067268281919560319?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1067268281919560319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=1067268281919560319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/1067268281919560319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/1067268281919560319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/mr-chin-gave-us-apples-today-he-said-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-7033536248341579037</id><published>2007-04-24T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:43:25.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SYF Guzheng Competition today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gathered in the WOW Room at 6.00am,&lt;br /&gt;and we practiced our 2 songs twice.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the computer lab to put on our make-up and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;senior &lt;u&gt;yu ru&lt;/u&gt; gave us roses to cheer us on. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rl-hHK5UgiI/AAAAAAAAADE/FVOdieCMYgo/s1600-h/DSC04207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070948849998397986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rl-hHK5UgiI/AAAAAAAAADE/FVOdieCMYgo/s320/DSC04207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting ready, we took our guzhengs and boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;then we set off for the Singapore Concert Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached, &lt;u&gt;lin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;laoshi&lt;/em&gt; and a few seniors helped to tune the guzhengs.&lt;br /&gt;then we arranged our guzhengs on stage and waited for the judges' break-time to be over.&lt;br /&gt;isabella prayed for everyone and it was our turn to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after performing, we placed our guzhengs outside the hall and a few seniors took care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't cry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went inside to wait for the results, and we got.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't cry again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contented anyway. [: [: [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to school and changed back into school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, eileen, oriana, poh shen, zhi rong and i went to watch the afternoon session of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks, eileen's mum, for sending us there. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the schools were pretty good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat the van that was picking up the guzheng stands back to school.&lt;br /&gt;brought the stands to the guzheng room then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;home sweet home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, and i still have monday's homework to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7033536248341579037?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7033536248341579037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7033536248341579037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7033536248341579037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7033536248341579037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf-guzheng-competition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/Rl-hHK5UgiI/AAAAAAAAADE/FVOdieCMYgo/s72-c/DSC04207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-7108624371586017493</id><published>2007-04-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:35:47.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;PH Drama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; presented &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Intrigue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tonight!&lt;br /&gt;interesting and fun drama presentation. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS3a5UgeI/AAAAAAAAACk/LZua2deob2g/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068118436485562850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS3a5UgeI/AAAAAAAAACk/LZua2deob2g/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ticket! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS4K5UgfI/AAAAAAAAACs/PmYScB8Y2C0/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068118449370464754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS4K5UgfI/AAAAAAAAACs/PmYScB8Y2C0/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;INTRIGUE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with my sister to the bethel hall, and i met joey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mei nu!&lt;/em&gt; she dressed up so prettily.&lt;br /&gt;unlike me, much too casual, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS5K5UghI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ffVYz53_u_o/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068118466550333970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS5K5UghI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ffVYz53_u_o/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 6 performances in all! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself!&lt;br /&gt;thank you for presenting, PH Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7108624371586017493?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7108624371586017493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7108624371586017493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7108624371586017493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7108624371586017493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/ph-drama-presented-intrigue-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlWS3a5UgeI/AAAAAAAAACk/LZua2deob2g/s72-c/DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-32278195756327227</id><published>2007-02-24T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:57:36.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday to &lt;u&gt;jolene&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;jia min&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;jia min turned 15,&lt;br /&gt;while jolene and i turned 13!&lt;br /&gt;yupp, the &lt;u&gt;3 of us&lt;/u&gt; share the &lt;strong&gt;same birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received many birthday presents!&lt;br /&gt;and many birthday wishes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVq265UgcI/AAAAAAAAACU/CE3eA0bcSVI/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068074447430517186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVq265UgcI/AAAAAAAAACU/CE3eA0bcSVI/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brown&lt;/em&gt; teddy bear : &lt;u&gt;su ian&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;tortoise : &lt;u&gt;joey&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;winnie&lt;/em&gt; the pooh : &lt;u&gt;winny&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zebra&lt;/em&gt; flopadoodle : &lt;u&gt;eileen&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;oriana&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt; package (handphone accessory) : &lt;u&gt;jan&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt; birthday card : &lt;u&gt;chu yi&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue cross&lt;/em&gt; ear-studs : &lt;u&gt;jolene&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nice presents!&lt;br /&gt;thanks, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVrp65UgdI/AAAAAAAAACc/jCHsnqVmw3c/s1600-h/DSC03814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068075323603845586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVrp65UgdI/AAAAAAAAACc/jCHsnqVmw3c/s320/DSC03814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene's &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;porcupine&lt;/u&gt; and my &lt;em&gt;brown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;bear&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-32278195756327227?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/32278195756327227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=32278195756327227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/32278195756327227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/32278195756327227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to-jolene-jia-min-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVq265UgcI/AAAAAAAAACU/CE3eA0bcSVI/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-650946719264461681</id><published>2007-02-14T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:48:31.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;i made chocolate cookies for my friends!&lt;br /&gt;3 somewhat jars for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;jolene&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;su ian&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;joey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVjYK5UgbI/AAAAAAAAACM/5XeclTH6P04/s1600-h/DSC03616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068066222568145330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVjYK5UgbI/AAAAAAAAACM/5XeclTH6P04/s320/DSC03616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unbaked cookies..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i received nice things too.&lt;br /&gt;most of them are from my guzheng seniors. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlViSq5UgZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k5wFHyyyYwU/s1600-h/DSC03640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065028567237010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlViSq5UgZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k5wFHyyyYwU/s320/DSC03640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferrero rocher : &lt;u&gt;jolene&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;flower : &lt;u&gt;jia ling&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;top&lt;/em&gt; chocolate : &lt;u&gt;xiao man&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; chocolate : &lt;u&gt;jeanne&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day note : &lt;u&gt;eileen&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;oriana&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ferrero rocher + little scroll : &lt;u&gt;ying jun&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and one little tolberone from &lt;u&gt;zhi rong&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sweet people they are!&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-650946719264461681?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/650946719264461681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=650946719264461681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/650946719264461681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/650946719264461681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-i-made-chocolate-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RlVjYK5UgbI/AAAAAAAAACM/5XeclTH6P04/s72-c/DSC03616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-5243185155163256613</id><published>2007-01-05T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:28:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;school has started,&lt;br /&gt;and here’s what happened over the past few days. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday, january 03, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;i went to school with jiejie and li min.&lt;br /&gt;we’re all in the same school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the normal thing we always do,&lt;br /&gt;singing of the national anthem and the pledge.&lt;br /&gt;we recited the PHS Pupil Pledge,&lt;br /&gt;then there was a commencement service and some longlong talk.&lt;br /&gt;then recess.&lt;br /&gt;then another longlong talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;please don’t stare,&lt;br /&gt;it’s rude&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school councillors brought us on a school tour.&lt;br /&gt;wow,&lt;br /&gt;i think I’ll get lost during the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;we went to class after the school tour,&lt;br /&gt;and met our form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;we have to do name cards!&lt;br /&gt;homework on the first day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;DISMISS!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;camp tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, january 04, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary one orientation camp 2007 rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after assembly and morning devotion,&lt;br /&gt;we had this talk on rulesrules-and-rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had open universe,&lt;br /&gt;which was handing over our valuables for safekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;then we played ice-breaker! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the first game was &lt;em&gt;turn over a new leaf&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we had to turn over a mat while standing on it. [:&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the councillors said we did a &lt;u&gt;very good job&lt;/u&gt; of turning the mat over.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;we prepared a few cheers for the campfire that night,&lt;br /&gt;then went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so lunch..&lt;br /&gt;wasn’t too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mystery meat&lt;/u&gt;, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;beef? pork? surely not chicken.&lt;br /&gt;looked like beef to some.&lt;br /&gt;tasted like pork to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on mission hunt!&lt;br /&gt;follow the rules and go around the school,&lt;br /&gt;and do different missions to get you to the next place.&lt;br /&gt;we had to wrap someone up in toilet paper,&lt;br /&gt;and we did it on juliana!&lt;br /&gt;poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to practice our cheers and presentation for the campfire once again.&lt;br /&gt;skit on bullies and the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendship dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;and we went to get 1 humility’s spirit up.&lt;br /&gt;come on 1 humility,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile, cheer, you have to perform for the campfire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire time!&lt;br /&gt;the way the fire was lighted was cool!&lt;br /&gt;two lines were connected to the campfire on the first floor and the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;people on the second floor lighted the lines and the fire went downdowndown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it started to rain!&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the canteen for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;where’s the &lt;u&gt;fire&lt;/u&gt; in camp&lt;u&gt;fire&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to get our things and washed up.&lt;br /&gt;we then went back to the canteen for a &lt;em&gt;bedtime story by mrs tan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;zzz-zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday, january 05, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6.15am.&lt;br /&gt;then went for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;breakfast after that, which I seriously did not feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;went for inter-class cheering after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to do area-cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;onegrace girls : 4th floor girls’ toilet.&lt;br /&gt;ewwwee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then had the prize-presentation,&lt;br /&gt;then dismiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D.&lt;br /&gt;school’s starting out fine.&lt;br /&gt;don’t know about towards the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-5243185155163256613?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5243185155163256613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=5243185155163256613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5243185155163256613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5243185155163256613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-has-started-and-heres-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-702837772656039959</id><published>2006-12-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:01:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to xiang qin's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;it's really-really nice and fun!&lt;br /&gt;xiang qin's father fetched jolene, fyon and i to pasir ris park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;met a few other guests there.&lt;br /&gt;after lingering about at one of the mini shelters, jolene, fyon and i went to the swings!&lt;br /&gt;we took turns taking pictures for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbsw7drTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/W5sCOadgWcY/s1600-h/DSC02858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039839913866800434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbsw7drTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/W5sCOadgWcY/s320/DSC02858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyon and jolene! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbtQ7drUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DH3vZ6e1bug/s1600-h/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039839922456735042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbtQ7drUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DH3vZ6e1bug/s320/DSC02876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene and fyon.&lt;br /&gt;backview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swinging,&lt;br /&gt;we went to the beach,&lt;br /&gt;and wrote our names in the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbtw7drVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cYf9S54MeNY/s1600-h/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039839931046669650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbtw7drVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cYf9S54MeNY/s320/DSC02907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbuA7drWI/AAAAAAAAABE/XF-2ox8EFkw/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039839935341636962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbuA7drWI/AAAAAAAAABE/XF-2ox8EFkw/s320/DSC02908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene.&lt;br /&gt;fyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbug7drXI/AAAAAAAAABM/YoTa7bzcOBs/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf9g7drYI/AAAAAAAAABU/2KEZX4mWrTU/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039844599676120450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf9g7drYI/AAAAAAAAABU/2KEZX4mWrTU/s320/DSC02912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene.&lt;br /&gt;fyon.&lt;br /&gt;mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf9w7drZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Shr8hcpeEp8/s1600-h/DSC02914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039844603971087762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf9w7drZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Shr8hcpeEp8/s320/DSC02914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene&lt;br /&gt;fyon&lt;br /&gt;mei&lt;br /&gt;was here&lt;br /&gt;2nd Dec 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf-Q7draI/AAAAAAAAABk/peFT0ksnF6U/s1600-h/DSC02938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039844612561022370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf-Q7draI/AAAAAAAAABk/peFT0ksnF6U/s320/DSC02938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our slippers!&lt;br /&gt;fyon's : pink&lt;br /&gt;jolene's : black&lt;br /&gt;mine : white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started drizzling,&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the barbeque pit.&lt;br /&gt;we stepped in muddy water on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf-g7drbI/AAAAAAAAABs/6SIfJj15VN4/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039844616855989682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf-g7drbI/AAAAAAAAABs/6SIfJj15VN4/s320/DSC02948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we washed our feet. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had roasted marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;my had bits of sausage stuck on it! =x&lt;br /&gt;but i liked the last piece of roasted marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;it was crispy outside,&lt;br /&gt;soft inside!&lt;br /&gt;yummy-yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf-w7drcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z6WYxzR173w/s1600-h/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039844621150956994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEf-w7drcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z6WYxzR173w/s320/DSC02951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roasted marshmallows!&lt;br /&gt;looks awful,&lt;br /&gt;but don't judge it by it's sugary cover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-702837772656039959?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/702837772656039959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=702837772656039959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/702837772656039959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/702837772656039959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-xiang-qins-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEbsw7drTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/W5sCOadgWcY/s72-c/DSC02858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-7439028982185431157</id><published>2006-11-23T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T03:01:17.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went to get my PSLE results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEFORE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknown: " _ _ _. "&lt;br /&gt;me: " what? "&lt;br /&gt;unknown: " _ _ _. that's your score. "&lt;br /&gt;me: "my score? my score for what? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was in my dream,&lt;br /&gt;before i got up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AFTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting really freaked out,&lt;br /&gt;because i thought the results were being given out from the highest score to the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;my classmate got 200+,&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that i would get even lower.&lt;br /&gt;then mrs. ratna called me.&lt;br /&gt;so i went up to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm going to get a really low mark,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and perhaps get scolded...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" here you go, well done. "&lt;br /&gt;the result is exactly the same as what i was told in my dream!&lt;br /&gt;ooooh gosh-gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7439028982185431157?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7439028982185431157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7439028982185431157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7439028982185431157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7439028982185431157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-to-get-my-psle-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-4395289246845413272</id><published>2006-11-17T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:56:18.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;one big-big guzheng performance day.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached school in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;we put on the make-up and got our hair tied.&lt;br /&gt;the helper put so much hair gel in my hair,&lt;br /&gt;it became flakes when it dried.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;and, it's not like i wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;we performed at our school's prize presentation ceremony when we were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;mdm grace ordered pizza hut and KFC for us.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch,&lt;br /&gt;at 2.30pm,&lt;br /&gt;we left for &lt;u&gt;marina mandarin&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;xuan fu was bryan's lao puo.&lt;br /&gt;bryan was xuan fu's lao gong.&lt;br /&gt;and so, xuan fu slept on bryan's shoulder in the bus!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take a picture,&lt;br /&gt;though i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at marina mandarin,&lt;br /&gt;the student helpers and mdm grace had to paste little stickers with the letter A on their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;ying ruey asked : " what is A, for? "&lt;br /&gt;but i thought she was saying : " what is A fo&lt;u&gt;u&lt;/u&gt;r? "&lt;br /&gt;and bryan ended up being "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A4 size&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rehearsed a little,&lt;br /&gt;and then had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken burger,&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken nuggets,&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of water and 1 bottle of apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;then we performed at the farewell dinner for the ASEAN ministers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 8.30pm,&lt;br /&gt;we left for school.&lt;br /&gt;ying chyi led the entire group of us in singing.&lt;br /&gt;though bryan wouldn't let her.&lt;br /&gt;we brought all the guzhengs to the chinese room when we reached school.&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that the half-a-log outside the chinese room can actually be taken out. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-4395289246845413272?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4395289246845413272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=4395289246845413272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/4395289246845413272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/4395289246845413272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-big-big-guzheng-performance-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-3387354228883395488</id><published>2006-11-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:21:53.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's the last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;primary school, that is.&lt;br /&gt;i miss a whole load of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. all my friends&lt;br /&gt;2. all my teachers&lt;br /&gt;3. the fun and laughter with my friends&lt;br /&gt;4. the CCA staybacks&lt;br /&gt;5. the trees that blocked out the sun whenever i waited outside school for transport&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;6.5 '06&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;7. CIP outings&lt;br /&gt;8. learning how to skip stones from winny&lt;br /&gt;9. choosing blogskins for fyon&lt;br /&gt;10. leaning on the notice board in class&lt;br /&gt;11. and loads more, that i can't remember. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;but have not forgotten&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;a few sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWZw7drPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pUvyHV0NPBE/s1600-h/DSC02706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039834089891146994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWZw7drPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pUvyHV0NPBE/s320/DSC02706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends signed on my P.E. tee-shirt! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWZw7drQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Bn_b_eXuJ_s/s1600-h/Shu+Min-Mei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039834089891147010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWZw7drQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Bn_b_eXuJ_s/s320/Shu+Min-Mei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Min. Me. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWaA7drRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gnLUdFX04MI/s1600-h/Ying+Jie-Mei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039834094186114322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWaA7drRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gnLUdFX04MI/s320/Ying+Jie-Mei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Jie. Me. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWaA7drSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AU8AlEGsl9M/s1600-h/Mei-Baoyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039834094186114338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWaA7drSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AU8AlEGsl9M/s320/Mei-Baoyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Bao Yi. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-3387354228883395488?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3387354228883395488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=3387354228883395488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/3387354228883395488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/3387354228883395488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-last-day-of-school-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jb6d7GMKicI/RfEWZw7drPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pUvyHV0NPBE/s72-c/DSC02706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-5866478815816936051</id><published>2006-11-10T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:49:26.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GRADUATION NIGHT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at around 5.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;i wore my pink tee,&lt;br /&gt;and my brown skirt.&lt;br /&gt;the pink tee had string for you to tie behind your neck,&lt;br /&gt;but if you don't tie it,&lt;br /&gt;the tee won't slip or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; if left untied,&lt;br /&gt;you will have 2 strings hanging around you.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a lucky draw. xP&lt;br /&gt;we wrote our names and classes on slips of paper,&lt;br /&gt;and if your slip of paper is picked out,&lt;br /&gt;you win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nope,&lt;br /&gt;i did not win any prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a prize giving session too.&lt;br /&gt;trophies were given to the prefects and star pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the buffet-dinner started at around 6.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;rice,&lt;br /&gt;with some fried stuff and cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7.30pm,&lt;br /&gt;some flies started flying in.&lt;br /&gt;they were attracted to the lights that were turned on in the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flies flew until their wings dropped.&lt;br /&gt;they were unable to fly to the front of the cafe,&lt;br /&gt;as they came in from the back ( which is near the field )&lt;br /&gt;and dropped their wings at the back,&lt;br /&gt;so the people in front were totally &lt;u&gt;unaffected&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;everyone at the back was standing up and sweeping the &lt;u&gt;wing-&lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; flies off their laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i could say i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;u&gt;prize giving session+lucky draw announcement+buffet dinner+fly disaster&lt;/u&gt; is what made up our grad night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thank all those who made this possible.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm being lame.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-5866478815816936051?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5866478815816936051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=5866478815816936051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5866478815816936051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5866478815816936051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/graduation-night-i-reached-school-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-1093953917348017217</id><published>2006-11-07T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:42:47.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;we cooked today!&lt;br /&gt;i brought the rice,&lt;br /&gt;and bao yi brought the braised peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a solid fuel in a stand,&lt;br /&gt;and a small,and a big metal container.&lt;br /&gt;we put the rice in the smaller container,&lt;br /&gt;and used the big container to cover the small one.&lt;br /&gt;we put the 2 combined containers on the stand,&lt;br /&gt;mrs ratna helped us light the solid fuels,&lt;br /&gt;and the rice just cooked! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the rice was &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; cooked,&lt;br /&gt;we opened the can of braised peanuts,&lt;br /&gt;and put it on top of the big container.&lt;br /&gt;when the rice was ready,&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;em&gt;dumped&lt;/em&gt; the peanuts in,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;stirred&lt;/em&gt; them around.&lt;br /&gt;the rice was all wet,&lt;br /&gt;and sort of hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a little undercooked&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but it was still acceptable to me. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to wash up the containers before eating.&lt;br /&gt;my friend, ( i won't say who )&lt;br /&gt;picked up the 2 containers,&lt;br /&gt;and the stand stuck to the bottom one.&lt;br /&gt;she brought the entire thing over my plate of rice,&lt;br /&gt;and the stand just &lt;strong&gt;dropped&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the stand had been on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;and my rice was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DIRTIED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i had to throw at least half of my entire portion of rice away.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;sigh&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have my recess,&lt;br /&gt;too full up with the rice. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-1093953917348017217?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1093953917348017217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=1093953917348017217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/1093953917348017217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/1093953917348017217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-cooked-today-i-brought-rice-and-bao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-7987202327802989907</id><published>2006-10-25T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:38:35.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;we went rock climbing!&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo difficult!&lt;br /&gt;my arms and legs had practically no strength after climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rocks were so small, you can hardly step on them.&lt;br /&gt;and the trainer was going :" step on that rock. yes, that! "&lt;br /&gt;so i stepped on that tiny rock, put my body weight on it,&lt;br /&gt;lost my grip and slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;it was you who told me to step&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my grip at least 3 times,&lt;br /&gt;and dangled in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;and my hair got really messy,&lt;br /&gt;because the helmet kept sliding &lt;u&gt;here-and-there&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the helmet stank too,&lt;br /&gt;and the straps made my neck itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for recess, and changed.&lt;br /&gt;felt so much cooler in my uniform,&lt;br /&gt;than the track pants. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought we could rest after recess,&lt;br /&gt;and just chat our time away,&lt;br /&gt;but turned out we had to go for the LOW ELEMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;rahhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to change back into the attire that we wore for rock climbing .&lt;br /&gt;the P.E. tee and track pants.&lt;br /&gt;most girls changed wore their P.E. shorts instead of track pants.&lt;br /&gt;and that was what i wanted to do!&lt;br /&gt;but winny borrowed my shorts for her inter-house basketball competition.&lt;br /&gt;so i could not wear my shorts!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low elements...it's much better than rock climbing!&lt;br /&gt;we balanced on some cords and blah-blah.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the &lt;u&gt;nitro crossing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;none of the girls in my group did that.&lt;br /&gt;lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;some see-saw sort of thing,&lt;br /&gt;and we have to keep it balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we managed to keep it balanced!&lt;br /&gt;but we sat there for eternity doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;while the trainer timed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winny was watching us from the third storey!&lt;br /&gt;i shouted to her that &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;u&gt;i want my shorts!&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was unable to take it then.&lt;br /&gt;she's taking it home to wash,&lt;br /&gt;before she returns them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent more than an hour on the low elements,&lt;br /&gt;and it was already 1.10pm when we reached class.&lt;br /&gt;i have totally no strength.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;a vision of a tiny purple rock keeps appearing in my mind.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7987202327802989907?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7987202327802989907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7987202327802989907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7987202327802989907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7987202327802989907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-went-rock-climbing-it-was-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-56258365859291020</id><published>2006-10-04T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:28:08.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fed up, God said, "&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S IT&lt;/strong&gt;! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;u&gt;moused&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;u&gt;faxed&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;u&gt;e-mailed&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;u&gt;e-mailed with attachments&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;u&gt;downloaded&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They did &lt;u&gt;spreadsheets&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;They wrote &lt;u&gt;reports&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They created &lt;u&gt;labels&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;cards&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They created &lt;u&gt;charts&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;graphs&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They did some &lt;u&gt;genealogy reports&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They did every job &lt;u&gt;known to man&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus worked with &lt;em&gt;heavenly efficiency&lt;/em&gt;, and Satan was &lt;em&gt;faster than hell&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the &lt;strong&gt;power went off&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every &lt;s&gt;curse&lt;/s&gt; word known in the underworld.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus just sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan started searching frantically, screaming: "It's gone! It's all &lt;strong&gt;GONE&lt;/strong&gt;! I lost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the power went out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.&lt;br /&gt;Satan observed this and became irate. "Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God just shrugged and said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS SAVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-56258365859291020?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/56258365859291020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=56258365859291020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/56258365859291020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/56258365859291020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/10/jesus-and-satan-were-having-ongoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-9201559176234395420</id><published>2006-09-29T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:20:40.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;family nite &lt;u&gt;rawked&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;or should i say,&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;em&gt;SWEET&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached there at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;and met ying nan at about 7.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;she came straight after tuition,and she had her bag full of heavy books with her.&lt;br /&gt;so we went up to the 4th level to put her bag in the locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;someone switched off the lights while we were going up&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;so creepie!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fyon and hui min a little while later.&lt;br /&gt;then baoyi came.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the eco-garden,and met jolene and hui qi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt; situation no. &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; : boon han gave *&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;* a glow-in-the-dark stick!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy drinks, so we went to the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt; (and sticky) situation no. &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; : i stepped on malt candy. EWWW.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we spent &lt;strong&gt;1 and a half hours&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt; situation number &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;can't say what happened.&lt;br /&gt;not too proper to say.&lt;br /&gt;but it did not involve me, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;but it involved &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;those 3 words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SWEET&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum came at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;yupp, i enjoyed myself &lt;em&gt;thoroughly&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-9201559176234395420?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/9201559176234395420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=9201559176234395420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/9201559176234395420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/9201559176234395420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/family-nite-rawked-or-should-i-say-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-7890702071777270782</id><published>2006-09-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:21:12.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read a few really &lt;u&gt;cute&lt;/u&gt; letters by little children.&lt;br /&gt;here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Are you really invisible, or is that just a trick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that, or was it just an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;Amearican&lt;/u&gt;. What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to live 900 years like the guy in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;If you let The Dinasor not exstinct we would not have a country.&lt;br /&gt;You did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so cute right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7890702071777270782?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7890702071777270782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7890702071777270782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7890702071777270782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7890702071777270782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/read-few-really-cute-letters-by-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-334113173761165044</id><published>2006-09-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:10:26.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the 3 little pigs- singapore version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This story vely Sin-ga-polean flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;Dun give up with the pronounciation half-way-thru,the best part always comes toward the last lah!&lt;br /&gt;find out what this word means: 'garmen'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last time, got tree leetle pics.Dey all blarders but not marry yet, so cannot get hedg-de-be flat, so must built deir own house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fers blarder, a bit switch-off and like to relac, so he only wan to built simple-simple house, so he go and built one with stlaw.But den hor, when de house finis alledy, his blarders laugh at him and say, "Wapiang, stlaw house how can live? So ao one ??got no standard!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De secan blarder hor, think hard hard and den wan to built a more good house, so he take many, many wood and built a wooden house.He go take many piece of wood but his two blarders laugh at him andsay"Walau, so kayu one ??wood where can tahan de wind? Wind come and all drop alledy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De terd blarder like to be aiksi-borak one, so he wan to built his house make come out of blick one.When de house finis alledy, his blarders all come and see and den dey say,&lt;br /&gt;"ah, your house so nice one, you got blick you early early donch say ?? so ngiaow one!"&lt;br /&gt;De terd blarder say back, "use your blain, use your blain! You where can be so crever like me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tree blarders live happy-happy after that, but den got one day, de biig bad woof come and karchau de fers blarder.De woof say, "leetle pic, leetle pic, open your door. If you donch open ah, I will brow your house down!"the leetle pic very tee-kee one, so donch open de door.So de woof open his mouf big big and brow de stlaw house down.De fers blarder den run away fast fast to his secan blarder house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at de secan blarder house hor, the woof also come and say, "Leetle pic, leetle pic, open your door. If you donch open ah, I will brow your house down!"De secan blarder auso donch open de door, so de woof open his mouf big big and brow de kayu house down.de two blarders den run away fast fast to deir terd blarder house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now auso hor, at de terd blarder house, de woof again come and say,"Leetle pic, leetle pic, open your door. If you donch open ah, I will brow your house down!"De terd blarder say back,"You tink you so crever you can brow my blick house down meh? You wan to brow you brow lor!"So de woof open his mouf big big and he brow and brow but he cannot brow down.He brow and brow and den, he pengsan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De brave leetle pics go out and see de woof is die or not.Dey all carry de woof in, tinking dat de woof die alledy.Suddenry, de woof jum up and huntam de fers and secan blarders.De terd blarder stand one side, diam diam ony.&lt;br /&gt;You see ah, de terd blarder was a glassloot leader and dat's how he got de blicks.&lt;br /&gt;De woof know dis and say to de terd blarder if he donch hap him to catch his two udder blarders,de woof go and leport him to the garmen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat to do?&lt;br /&gt;Bo-bian what!&lt;br /&gt;So togeder de terd leetle pic and de woof sit down to share-share eat suckling pics in de terd blarder's upgladed house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE END &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://piscinedesreves.blogspot.com/"&gt;ning's&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-334113173761165044?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/334113173761165044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=334113173761165044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/334113173761165044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/334113173761165044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-little-pigs-singapore-version-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-8282860122265869661</id><published>2006-09-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:06:17.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;i don't need &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;u&gt;rate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need anyone to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUDGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;because i didn't ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if it's a &lt;strong&gt;1/100&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care even if it's a &lt;strong&gt;100/100&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need &lt;s&gt;that 95/100&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i don't need judgements to survive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-8282860122265869661?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8282860122265869661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=8282860122265869661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/8282860122265869661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/8282860122265869661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-need-you-to-rate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-1516988939273037809</id><published>2006-08-30T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:03:07.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;raaah!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going &lt;u&gt;mad&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;stupid-stupid rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;take one &lt;strong&gt;sickening&lt;/strong&gt; neoprint together?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;drink some &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; drink together?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;eat some &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; food together?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some stupid proposal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;embarrass yourself.&lt;br /&gt;don't embarrass me.&lt;br /&gt;even if i need to embarrass myself,i can do it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors--Lindsay Lohan's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you please respect my &lt;strong&gt;privacy&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired off rumors starting&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being followed&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people lying&lt;br /&gt;Saying what they want about me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they let me &lt;strong&gt;LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-1516988939273037809?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1516988939273037809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=1516988939273037809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/1516988939273037809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/1516988939273037809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/raaah-im-going-mad-stupid-stupid-rumors.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-7134187310792258494</id><published>2006-07-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:59:11.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;why did you leave so suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blaming you though.&lt;br /&gt;i just wasn't prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;i did see you &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; days before you left,but not on the day you left.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got some of the things you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;to look neat right?&lt;br /&gt;even if it's a messy but neat look.&lt;br /&gt;i will tell them all,tell them all to remember you.&lt;br /&gt;you are always and forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--for my great-grandma.&lt;br /&gt;--who was strong, even in the toughest times.&lt;br /&gt;--till she had no choice but to let pneumonia take her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-7134187310792258494?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7134187310792258494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=7134187310792258494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7134187310792258494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/7134187310792258494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-did-you-leave-so-suddenly-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-5176491944479589150</id><published>2006-07-11T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:56:50.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;extraction today!&lt;br /&gt;pain-pain.&lt;br /&gt;before the extraction,i went to get the mould of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist said it was like bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't dare taste it.&lt;br /&gt;the mould was put in my mouth for an &lt;strong&gt;entire minute&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;cough-cough.&lt;br /&gt;there was this little pink strip,and instead of the mould,the pink strip looked more like bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;and it tasted like strawberries! yum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-5176491944479589150?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5176491944479589150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=5176491944479589150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5176491944479589150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5176491944479589150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/extraction-today-pain-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-6112502372273507328</id><published>2006-07-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:56:20.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;went to school at 12pm,for performance at j8.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i thought it was 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;it was actually 12.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;went to j8 after getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;people kept staring,&lt;br /&gt;because we had sooo much make-up and a costume on.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;performed.then we had to take food, mineral water, and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;i took mineral water only.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;over-tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zz&lt;/span&gt;z&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;z&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/3512842559383911028-6112502372273507328?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6112502372273507328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=6112502372273507328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/6112502372273507328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/6112502372273507328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-school-at-12pmfor-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-1847778145846718244</id><published>2006-07-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:54:48.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;left school at 8.45am for a dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;clinic 5--room 15.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist asked me how old i was.&lt;br /&gt;told him i was 12.&lt;br /&gt;he said i was tall for my age.&lt;br /&gt;yipees.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist explained the entire braces thing.&lt;br /&gt;explained that the problem was with my bottom jaw instead of the top jaw.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be the top jaw.&lt;br /&gt;because the teeth up there seem more crowded than the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;double lols.&lt;br /&gt;i will need to extract 2 teeth.&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom jaw.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist says he will try to not extract from the top.&lt;br /&gt;just to give it a little try.&lt;br /&gt;that's better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i afraid to extract &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my sister had to extract &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;pain-pain you know.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist asked me if i wanted to join the queue or pay an extra &lt;strong&gt;$1000&lt;/strong&gt; to "jump queue".&lt;br /&gt;i jumped the queue.&lt;br /&gt;wheee.&lt;br /&gt;my mum let me.&lt;br /&gt;extraction during the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;not sure when.&lt;br /&gt;then i can wear braces.&lt;br /&gt;hope it won't affect my &lt;strong&gt;PSLE&lt;/strong&gt; oral.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-1847778145846718244?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-5264693476406241679</id><published>2006-06-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:42:07.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;left school at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;went to J8 for rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;except that i tired myself out by moving the guzhengs.&lt;br /&gt;brought all the musical instruments up on stage.&lt;br /&gt;not enough space for everything.&lt;br /&gt;brought half the guzhengs down.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal time.&lt;br /&gt;played the two songs.&lt;br /&gt;the chairs are too low.&lt;br /&gt;there's no space.&lt;br /&gt;i hit nerissa's arm once.&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;brought the instruments down to the loading bay.&lt;br /&gt;put everything in the lorry.&lt;br /&gt;shopping time!&lt;br /&gt;where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;just where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;can we take neoprints?&lt;br /&gt;please? yays. we could.&lt;br /&gt;went to a couple of booths with sarah and ying ruey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first booth:&lt;br /&gt;- sarah paid the full $10.&lt;br /&gt;- i didn't know the platform was raised.&lt;br /&gt;- so i fell down.&lt;br /&gt;- owch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second booth:&lt;br /&gt;- ying ruey paid the full $10.&lt;br /&gt;- 2 out of 6 pics showed the sheet of neoprints we took before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ying ruey and sarah are rich!&lt;br /&gt;ying ruey's first time taking neoprints.and she looks so cute in them.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;went back to school and brought the instruments back to the guzheng room.&lt;br /&gt;my mom came to pick ying ruey and i home.&lt;br /&gt;went to YCK MRT station to pick my sister.&lt;br /&gt;she was in J8 with her friends too!&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;gonna need lots of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;too-tired-already...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512842559383911028-5264693476406241679?l=smallredapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5264693476406241679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512842559383911028&amp;postID=5264693476406241679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5264693476406241679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512842559383911028/posts/default/5264693476406241679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallredapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/left-school-at-12pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</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-3512842559383911028.post-3883621433372907371</id><published>2006-06-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:51:29.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;for 7 days,&lt;br /&gt;12 children are going on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;no parents.&lt;br /&gt;just 3 teachers.&lt;br /&gt;it is the singapore-tottori friendship programme.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;got ya.&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One&lt;br /&gt;(30th May 2006,Tuesday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;went to the airport and met everyone at around 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;had to wear the red tee.&lt;br /&gt;for indentification.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we could wear any pants we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i wore my fave jeans.&lt;br /&gt;hipsters from baleno.&lt;br /&gt;love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;everyone checked in at around 9.30pm, except someone. don't wanna say who.&lt;br /&gt;she was LATE.&lt;br /&gt;came at 10.30pm instead of 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;rahhs.&lt;br /&gt;long-long-long-really-long flight.&lt;br /&gt;6 to 7 hours?&lt;br /&gt;slept on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;but only for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;some guy came to sit down next to me. the seat wasn't even his.&lt;br /&gt;snored like it was nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two&lt;br /&gt;(31st June 2006,Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;basically, i was still wearing the same set of clothes as the day before.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was.&lt;br /&gt;flight from night before to next morning.&lt;br /&gt;how to change?&lt;br /&gt;no way we could change.&lt;br /&gt;but doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;about 6-9 hours only.&lt;br /&gt;just like pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;but more presentable, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;breakfast on board the plane..didn't eat much.&lt;br /&gt;never ever felt like eating much when ever i'm on board a plane.&lt;br /&gt;landed in Osaka at around 7am.&lt;br /&gt;tour guide picked us up from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;took a tour bus to Osaka Castle Museum.&lt;br /&gt;guy in front of me snored pretty loudly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;his friends took pictures of him sleeping before waking him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because he was snoring too loudly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate octopus balls before going in to Castle Museum.&lt;br /&gt;walked around the place.&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;thought tour bus would fetch us to Osaka Museum.&lt;br /&gt;RAAHHS.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;walked a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;walked till my feet hurt.samantha was like: " here. get on. i'll piggy-back you."i thought she was joking.said that there was no need for that.eh? where's samantha?she had squatting down on the floor.she said: "come on. get on."oooh.that was so nice of her.but i'm so heavy.said no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;walked round the museum.&lt;br /&gt;everyone wanted to get out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;at least the bus picked us up from the museum.&lt;br /&gt;phews.&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch at some local restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;boys poured sauce in the wrong saucer. lol.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't finish my food.&lt;br /&gt;even though we had to.&lt;br /&gt;ate my rice. and one prawn. only.&lt;br /&gt;3 to 4 hour ride to Tottori.&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;went round-and-round a couple of hills before going up one?&lt;br /&gt;too tired to count. reached a hostel.&lt;br /&gt;four cabins. boys got one cabin.&lt;br /&gt;that's all right for them because there were only four boys.&lt;br /&gt;but 8 girls had to squeeze into the second cabin.&lt;br /&gt;asked if four girls could switch to the third cabin.&lt;br /&gt;yay.we could.&lt;br /&gt;played tons of games before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;dinner time. girls found out that water in japanese is mizu.&lt;br /&gt;washed up after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;our water heater couldn't work!&lt;br /&gt;went over to cabin 2 to ask if we could bath there.&lt;br /&gt;were told to wait in own cabin until we were called.&lt;br /&gt;at the entrance of cabin 2, chabo asked me to dance.&lt;br /&gt;not funny. stop laughing if you are now.&lt;br /&gt;waited till everyone from cabin 2 showered.&lt;br /&gt;then melissa, samantha, tian jiao and i could shower.&lt;br /&gt;practiced our performance in cabin 2.&lt;br /&gt;went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;someone missing her family?&lt;br /&gt;too tired to know.dropped of to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;bugs outside the window.Day 3(1st June 2006,Thursday)woke up at 6.45am.&lt;br /&gt;had to wear our school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;but i had packed a tee and a pair of jeans in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast and left for Hatto Elementary School.&lt;br /&gt;the first graders were cute!&lt;br /&gt;rosy red cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;found out that they don't have cleaners in the school.&lt;br /&gt;they little kiddies take a rag,&lt;br /&gt;get down on all fours,&lt;br /&gt;and push the rag all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;but who cleans the toilets?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;we went on a tour around the school.&lt;br /&gt;they taught us origami!&lt;br /&gt;went to view students sumo-wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;hong tuck offered to take part.&lt;br /&gt;but lost to one boy bigger in size than him.&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch with the students.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the classrooms to exchange gifts and left.we then went to the PONY FARM!&lt;br /&gt;the gals immediately changed into our tees and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;the boys didn't.&lt;br /&gt;poo.there were five ponies there.&lt;br /&gt;there was mahmu, 10-years old, the shortest there.&lt;br /&gt;then there was radian, 9-years old, a little taller than mahmu.&lt;br /&gt;then there was belugas, 7-years old, quite tall.&lt;br /&gt;then there was genki, 7-years old, the tallest there.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this grey pony, whose name we forgot, 2-years old, almost as tall as genki.&lt;br /&gt;seems like the older they get, the shorter they get.&lt;br /&gt;i rode on mahmu, then radian, then belugas.&lt;br /&gt;didn't ride genki.&lt;br /&gt;no time.&lt;br /&gt;there were two dogs there.&lt;br /&gt;one small one, called girl, 1 and a half years old. pretty shy.&lt;br /&gt;one big one, called seven, 9-years old. really fun.&lt;br /&gt;yays.&lt;br /&gt;i got to walk girl.&lt;br /&gt;learnt to ride ponies, groom ponies and prepare their meals.&lt;br /&gt;went to some place to meet our host family.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;everyone took part in making a 9-metre long sushi.&lt;br /&gt;went to the toilet with samantha and melissa.&lt;br /&gt;melissa opened the toilet door before i even zipped my pants.&lt;br /&gt;raahhs.did our performance.sang singapore town with its :&lt;br /&gt;-bus, made up of 4 boys holding on to each others' shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;-squirmy, unforgettable river, made up of 4 boys lying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;-4 buildings, made up of 4 boys kneeling or standing.&lt;br /&gt;that song influenced us a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2 boys wouldn't put down their caps.&lt;br /&gt;the girls wouldn't stop changing the lyrics of the song.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;melissa fell and skinned her elbow while walking back.&lt;br /&gt;ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;miss lee lent her battery charger to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;tian jiao needed to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;while melissa, samantha and i took turns to shower in cabin 2, tian jiao went to get the battery charger back. (but the boys still weren't done with it yet.)&lt;br /&gt;and showered at the boys' cabin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;went together with melissa, samantha and tian jiao (for the last time) to get the battery charger back.&lt;br /&gt;and to borrow hong tuck's adaptor.&lt;br /&gt;the guys were all half naked?&lt;br /&gt;they just went to open the door like that.&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;covered my eyes and asked for the battery charger.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2nd June 2006,Friday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up earlier than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;6.30am?&lt;br /&gt;was dressed in pink from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;pink tee.&lt;br /&gt;pink shorts.&lt;br /&gt;pink socks.&lt;br /&gt;packed everything into my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;went to look at some carp at a nearby pond.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;went to the Hatto River.&lt;br /&gt;learnt how to canoe!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to chabo.&lt;br /&gt;the canoe overturned.raina, ruthra and i fell into the water.&lt;br /&gt;we got really-really wet.&lt;br /&gt;cold.&lt;br /&gt;roobini didn't get wet though she was with us.&lt;br /&gt;she was tagging along behind the canoe.&lt;br /&gt;holding onto a float.&lt;br /&gt;lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;challenged the boys to reach the shallower end first.&lt;br /&gt;we were a little ahead of them when we started racing.&lt;br /&gt;but it was VERY fair.&lt;br /&gt;we had three girls rowing, pulling one girl behind.they had four boys rowing.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it fair...?&lt;br /&gt;the girls won anyway.&lt;br /&gt;haha.changed into a hang ten- surf waves tee and brown shorts.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch by the river.&lt;br /&gt;played a for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;played baseball with raina, melissa, ruthra, lutfil and cristofer.&lt;br /&gt;managed to hit the baseball with the bat.&lt;br /&gt;yipees.&lt;br /&gt;went to the Tottori Sand Dunes after that.it rawked!&lt;br /&gt;we removed our shoes and left them all in one corner near the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;i untied my shoe laces, then, because i didn't want them hanging around the sand, i tied them back again.&lt;br /&gt;lutfil was like : "what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;i used my other foot to step on the back of the shoe, then i pulled my foot out from the shoe.&lt;br /&gt;i told him i was taking out my shoe. (duh.)&lt;br /&gt;he didn't know it could be done that way.&lt;br /&gt;haha.the sand was so fine and so soft.it wasn't the type of sand that stuck to you no matter what you did.left my camera on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;raahhs.but raina took a photo for melissa and me.&lt;br /&gt;(thanks raina!)the guys wanted to race down the sand dune to the sea.the boys ran down the wrong side of the sand dune at the count of three.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;went to the middle of the sand dunes where there was a nice, big patch of grass.&lt;br /&gt;lutfil said not to step right on the grass. or you would get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;curiosity got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;i stepped right on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the pony farm so our host family could pick us up from there.&lt;br /&gt;nice family, nice house, nice everything.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner together and exchanged our gifts before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;yahyahs.&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;(3rd June 2006,Saturday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;got more sleep than the previous days.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;wore another red tee and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;went over to miss lee and mrs tan's host family's house for a tea ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;ate a strawberry mochi!&lt;br /&gt;sweet!&lt;br /&gt;drank green tea!&lt;br /&gt;bitter!&lt;br /&gt;complicated process.&lt;br /&gt;they hand you the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;you turn the bowl clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;half a round.&lt;br /&gt;drink-drink-drink.&lt;br /&gt;wipe the part where you drank from.&lt;br /&gt;turn anti-clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;half a round.&lt;br /&gt;hand the bowl back.&lt;br /&gt;went back to host family's house to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;changed into my fave converse tee and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;went to the pony farm to ride ponies again.&lt;br /&gt;roobini was standing in front of the grey pony's stable,&lt;br /&gt;and it bent down,&lt;br /&gt;and picked up her hair with it's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;double lol.&lt;br /&gt;carried girl!&lt;br /&gt;walked seven!&lt;br /&gt;rode genki!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;our host families came to pick us up again.&lt;br /&gt;went to a mountain to stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;changed into a blue-and-white polo tee and another pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;dinner and self-introduction.&lt;br /&gt;six ladies trooping off to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;four ladies.&lt;br /&gt;two girls.&lt;br /&gt;that was samantha and i.&lt;br /&gt;time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;a little chatting before that.&lt;br /&gt;"and then we rented that..."&lt;br /&gt;"once, at my house..."&lt;br /&gt;"i'm a little drunk..."&lt;br /&gt;"i suppose the girls will drop of to sleep soon..."&lt;br /&gt;too cold to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;two people snoring.&lt;br /&gt;raahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;(4th June 2006,Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;supposed to wake up at 4am japan time.&lt;br /&gt;that's 3am in singapore. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;but we were woken up at 6am japan time.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;went bird watching.&lt;br /&gt;birds were cute!&lt;br /&gt;colourful?&lt;br /&gt;plump.&lt;br /&gt;and cute.&lt;br /&gt;they are going to use one of the pictures i took for their magazine.&lt;br /&gt;had a picnic breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;samantha shelled the chestnuts for fun.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to myself.&lt;br /&gt;but i was eating real slow.&lt;br /&gt;no time to shell chestnuts.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the host family's house for a bath.&lt;br /&gt;wore pink again.&lt;br /&gt;the host family had washed that set for me after it got wet.&lt;br /&gt;they gave us Haagen-Dazs ice-cream. i got cookies and cream. yummie.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;bought two hair-ties and one pair of earrings.&lt;br /&gt;and i took neoprints with samantha, tomoyo and tomoyo's mum.&lt;br /&gt;yays. i like neoprints. i like &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the pony farm after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;so the tour bus could pick us up to bring us back to Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;where's shoot and shige and chabo?&lt;br /&gt;they were already in Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;cried when we left everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;mito and charo ran after the bus to wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss shoot, chabo, mito, ural, gorugo, saboten, charo, girl, seven, mahmu, radian, belugas, genki, and many other people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sobb* *sobb*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-hour ride to Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;had a buffet dinner when we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;samantha had 2 servings of dessert.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;not until i heard that cristofer had &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; servings of dessert.&lt;br /&gt;i feel full by just listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;checked into a nearby hotel.&lt;br /&gt;shared a room with melissa v.&lt;br /&gt;mr chong went to our rooms and told everyone to meet in the lobby in 10-minutes.&lt;br /&gt;what for? briefing? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't think of anything that needed us to meet.&lt;br /&gt;whatsmore, in &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;-minutes.&lt;br /&gt;why so rushing?&lt;br /&gt;chatted with melissa for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;the meeting!&lt;br /&gt;i think we are late!&lt;br /&gt;where's the clock?&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the clock!&lt;br /&gt;let's just go down!&lt;br /&gt;met cristofer and lutfil at the lift landing.&lt;br /&gt;cristofer wasn't wearing a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;he just put on a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;(but thank goodness he zipped it up.)&lt;br /&gt;melissa and i :"eww.."&lt;br /&gt;lutfil :"what's wrong? never been to the beach?"&lt;br /&gt;we were in a hotel, not a beach.&lt;br /&gt;no one else was down yet.&lt;br /&gt;"mr chong? why do we have to come down?"&lt;br /&gt;"wait...10-minutes isn't up yet..."&lt;br /&gt;was he sure?&lt;br /&gt;we waited for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;raina, roobini and ruthra brought their breakfast coupons down with them.&lt;br /&gt;did we have to bring them down?&lt;br /&gt;they said no.&lt;br /&gt;then why did they bring the coupons along?&lt;br /&gt;"we dunno."&lt;br /&gt;they threw the coupons across the tables.&lt;br /&gt;"FBI agent! here's your mission!"&lt;br /&gt;two sets of breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;look! it's shoot!&lt;br /&gt;shoot?&lt;br /&gt;it really is shoot!&lt;br /&gt;and chabo!&lt;br /&gt;*scream*&lt;br /&gt;went to the rooms to exchange addresses.&lt;br /&gt;and take pictures downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;leaving already?&lt;br /&gt;we will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;please raina..don't cry?&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness she wasn't crying.&lt;br /&gt;the other time she cried, i was scared.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't seem to be able to stop.&lt;br /&gt;washed up and went over to ruthra's room.&lt;br /&gt;then went over to jason's room.&lt;br /&gt;and back to ruthra's room.&lt;br /&gt;watched Trick 2.&lt;br /&gt;coolness.&lt;br /&gt;gasp!&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan called ruthra.&lt;br /&gt;"is everything okay? do you know where mei and melissa are?"&lt;br /&gt;oopsies.&lt;br /&gt;went back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan called.&lt;br /&gt;"don't go over to ruthra's room anymore. stay in your own room."&lt;br /&gt;ya-ya. fine.&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep after handing over 400yen.&lt;br /&gt;tour guide's tips.&lt;br /&gt;niah-niah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;(5th June 2006,Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;woke up at 7.15am.&lt;br /&gt;washed up.&lt;br /&gt;had to wear that red tee again.poo.&lt;br /&gt;wore it with jeans.&lt;br /&gt;was putting on my clothes after bathing when the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;who's that?&lt;br /&gt;gasp!&lt;br /&gt;it's mrs tan!&lt;br /&gt;told her to wait for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;pulled up my jeans and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;"good morning! i would like to take some of your tea."&lt;br /&gt;huh? what did she say?&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, she was going through the tea sachets on the table.&lt;br /&gt;"i will take this, and this. what is this? kelp tea. i don't think i want it. thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;"wait." reaches back to take a sachet of green tea.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;melissa and i packed everything into our luggages.&lt;br /&gt;left the room at exactly 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;just in time for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;from 9am to 10.30am, we all went to our rooms to chat and chat.&lt;br /&gt;boys started fighting.&lt;br /&gt;hong tuck and cristofer turned off the lights while lutfil was showering?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;didn't care much.&lt;br /&gt;raina was still in the mood to buy pepsi twist from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to the lobby to wait for the tour bus to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;hong tuck and cristofer sat on one end of the lobby, while jason and lutfil sat on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;roobini said they "broke-up".&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;ruthra was totally amazed by the crystal chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;went to the 2nd storey to get a better look.&lt;br /&gt;mr chong told lutfil and hong tuck to make up while we were on the bus on the way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;lutfil extends his hand:" i'm sorry hong tuck."&lt;br /&gt;hong tuck:" i don't want! no thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;ermm..&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;they made up somehow in the end.&lt;br /&gt;went to the airport and did some last minute shopping.&lt;br /&gt;ruthra, roobini and raina spent all their money at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;bought expensive stuff. stuff that cost 5000yen?&lt;br /&gt;no money left to buy cute keychains that cost 350yen at the airport. lent raina some of my money.&lt;br /&gt;lutfil's pepsi twist leaked. lol.&lt;br /&gt;got on the plane at 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;watched mickey mouse and big momma's house 2 during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;wrote my journal for the rest of the flight.&lt;br /&gt;lutfil made himself really comfortable as there was no one sitting next to him.&lt;br /&gt;took off his sandals, raised the armrest, put his feet up and lay down.&lt;br /&gt;comfortable eh?&lt;br /&gt;i call that gross.&lt;br /&gt;hello? you're travelling.&lt;br /&gt;don't let the japanese think that all singaporeans are like that.&lt;br /&gt;ok-ok.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;he did something good for everyone anyway.&lt;br /&gt;asked for biscuits and the air stewardess got nuts and crackers for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;weee.&lt;br /&gt;landed in singapore at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;collected our luggages and checked out by 8-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;ooohs. so we got the new car today?&lt;br /&gt;just a few hours ago? lols.&lt;br /&gt;went home and dumped all my clothes in the laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;washed up.&lt;br /&gt;signed in to msn and chatted with jolene and hui qi.&lt;br /&gt;they went to J8 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;when i was still in japan.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;need to catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping at 10pm and getting up latest 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512842559383911028.post-5152876367906725730</id><published>2005-01-01T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:43:24.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like , you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just a beautiful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush&lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you can' t say everything on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can show your ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then person you love comes into your mind every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love&lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them&lt;br /&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is cover your ears,&lt;br /&gt;But if you try to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naute.com/love/differences"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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