<?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-7995825458567168427</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:42:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's gotta be an AKA luuuuuva!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-231871903646049662</id><published>2009-03-08T06:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:51:37.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog address changed to: cherylthedaryl.livejournal.com and this blog will be kept for memories:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-231871903646049662?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/231871903646049662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=231871903646049662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/231871903646049662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/231871903646049662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-address-changed-to-cherylthedaryl.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7490553653463471008</id><published>2009-02-28T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:06:34.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss camp so much. I MISS WAYNE AND ESTHER SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so good to go to camp and be so dirty and focused on completing whatever it is, rockclimbing or dragonboating. it's so good to have so much class spirit and just cheer your hearts out. it's so good to FORGOT THAT YOU HAVE TONS OF WORK AND TESTS THE NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss camp terribly! as much as we may complain about starving or ants or heat and want to go home, when you're home, you wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 people managing to bathe in 20 minutes was a miracle and it was a miracle for gy to win the most spirited class! everything that happened was amazing. i can't believe how much spirit we had when we were dragonboating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cheer each other on in every activity and really bond as a class, that feeling was so good! to shout the makan cheer like noone's business. to shout OI till you hear echoes and then cheer because you hear echoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about camp was so awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7490553653463471008?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7490553653463471008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7490553653463471008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7490553653463471008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7490553653463471008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-camp-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4056739923368653183</id><published>2009-02-26T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:52:50.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've taken a half an hour shower for once in three days. i feel clean, squeaky clean. i feel relaxed, safe and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I MISS CAMP! I MISS INSTRUCTOR WAYNE AND ESTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was the best thing ever. gy bonded so much. especially during the second day's dragonboating in the rain incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss camp. there's so much to say right now that i don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't, but i shall just say camp was so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4056739923368653183?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4056739923368653183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4056739923368653183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4056739923368653183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4056739923368653183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ive-taken-half-hour-shower-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1382213652192093138</id><published>2009-02-23T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:01:42.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i WILL, and i swear I WILL get my trombone. i've only $250 to earn, how hard can that get! okay suddenly, $250 compared to $4000 doesn't seem a lot, but $250 compared to what i have now, seems a lot. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay today i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1382213652192093138?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1382213652192093138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1382213652192093138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1382213652192093138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1382213652192093138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-and-i-swear-i-will-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3074090700724007841</id><published>2009-02-22T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:01:46.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need serious help on the bass trombone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3074090700724007841?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3074090700724007841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3074090700724007841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3074090700724007841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3074090700724007841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-serious-help-on-bass-trombone.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2847169396100781431</id><published>2009-02-22T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:39:13.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually want to buy myself a trombone. like it's impossible to drag home my trombone after band prac. and it's not good to do that, cause it's so crowded in the train and bus. people would stare and get annoyed that it takes up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always wanna practice at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go into my brother's room saying 'okay i want a new trombone and...' before i finish, my brother lectures me on how i always want this and want that and am so spoilt and blahblahblah. SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna say 'i want a new trombone and i need to save up some money to at least pay half. i need money-saving/earning ideas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i no longer plan to buy a $6000 trombone, cause that sucks. so expensive. so let's say $3500-$4000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$3500/2 = $1250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have $1000 in my bank account(why don't i ever save money?!) and so i probably need about $500 if i want an inbetween $35000-$4000 trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i intend to wash-cars:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my brother should just shut up and listen. everyone in the family always butts in and never lets people finish their sentences. that includs me. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want a new trombone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2847169396100781431?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2847169396100781431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2847169396100781431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2847169396100781431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2847169396100781431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-actually-want-to-buy-myself-trombone.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6298075396686841800</id><published>2009-02-21T03:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:08:12.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so there were section auditions today. i felt like stoning and just waiting for our turn. was so impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, still couldn't play overture 1 properly. how disappointing. i got extremely grumpy and moody. then got better!:D brando tan says we don't need to audition:S i don't know if that's good or bad. it's good that we don't need to audition and we're through but it's bad that we don't get the satisfaction of the 'getting through auditions' thing. and nobody to pick our mistakes out or tell us how to improve:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER WAS CRAZYYYYY! i was exhausted. but it was fun! got owned by THE SENIOR TEAM(janine, emily and marvin khoo) come on! sec 3, 4, and 26 year old against three sec 2s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played CRICKET! well i watched marvin khoo play at least. was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole section got a ride home. wy, then emily, then janine and i since we're going to the same place and leanne last. i had to run out and get his ball twice in the rain. was drenched. BUT I LOVE BEING DRENCHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was funnnnn! and i finally like talked. i was in such a hyper mood after the exercise regime thing i just talked and opened up to all the tuition people. went down to buy stuff for lunch cause i told the teacher i didn't have lunch. and acted pitiful, telling her how i ran in the rain just to get to tuition. so i bought some stuff for the other tuition people. which consisted of ice-cream, macdonalds, black pepper ribs and old chang kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have a barbeque with my brother and eunice now! IN HIS ROOM! he dismantled his bed and drumset and everything and shifted them to the balcony. and set up his barbeque pit. so now we're going out to get stuff to barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6298075396686841800?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6298075396686841800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6298075396686841800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6298075396686841800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6298075396686841800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-so-there-were-section-auditions.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5305651215472593777</id><published>2009-02-21T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:01:48.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Bill Soundtrack (You Shot Me Down)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GaVNfZWBVhQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GaVNfZWBVhQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE THIS! omg how nice is this, perfectly fits the first scene where bill sadistically kills his girlfriend with the help of his whatever rubbish cruel idiots. &lt;br /&gt;this song is so nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5305651215472593777?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5305651215472593777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5305651215472593777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5305651215472593777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5305651215472593777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/kill-bill-soundtrack-you-shot-me-down.html' title='Kill Bill Soundtrack (You Shot Me Down)'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8663219725068306133</id><published>2009-02-20T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:11:03.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brother's back from the army! he got an extra day after this weird 8-day field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he's back for three days! although it doesn't make a difference, cause it's just an extra day to go out with eunice:/ I NEED TO TALK TO HIM! there's so much to tell him! band, tests, math, stress, good stuff, blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should come back early tonight so i could see him for more than 10 minutes before he leaves for i-don't-know-where again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming so negative:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how satisfied and happy i feel after sectionals, or happy with myself for practising hard, there's always this pit bottom of discontentment, dissatisfaction, dissapointment and frustration. i finally figure what it is. i'm practising so much, but i'm not improving enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not improving at the pace i should be. i'm not being all low ego and saying i suck and i'm not good. i just feel that i'm not good enough. i'm really not improving enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i just felt so happy because i finally had enough air to play part B of overture 1 without having to breathe at random weird places. and &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; had to be all demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was fun today. comp lad 3, type and print a lorms essay on why singapore is a transport and communications hub with evidence from the textbook. which was piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH TUITION WAS FUN! did i just say that? yeah i did.&lt;br /&gt;i finally found somebody that's exactly the same as me(creepy) and somebody i can talk to in tuition. FINALLY, after being overloaded with mgs girls all over the place. not that there's anything wrong with that, they're nice:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today wasn't so much of a bad day. bad day in school but good day after school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8663219725068306133?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8663219725068306133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8663219725068306133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8663219725068306133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8663219725068306133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-brothers-back-from-army-he-got-extra.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5667348547644268659</id><published>2009-02-18T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:42:46.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was looking through my old blog. i realised how different i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to love church, and be so close to my level people, and i used to be so close to dominic, which now i only talk to once a month or whatever. i used to blabber all about church and laugh and laugh. and enjoy tuition(what?!) and was close to my tuition mates. i used to play with dominic a lot and have a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i hate church. i'm not close to anybody there. i dread tuition. i don't really have tuition friends. i hardly see dominic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad has my life become?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5667348547644268659?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5667348547644268659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5667348547644268659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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auditions:( somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ego has been on a roller-coaster ever since the start of the year. now it's in the wavy part of the ride, stuck in between or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i changed to a smaller mouthpiece today. is that supposed to be good? i mean i could hold a note for 16 counts, which i normally can't with the bigger mouthpiece. not even 10 counts. but the bigger mouthpiece gave me something to push towards. to constantly push lots and lots of air and i really had to have a lot of air. and now this smaller mouthpiece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've a fever today. it was burning early in the morning. referring to my fever. and i was shivering. went home at 10am. i insisted on going for band so i took a cab at about 2.15 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i need an mc for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh sometimes i feel like i'm doing okay, sometimes i feel like i've done terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've flunked my lang arts test, must ask ms chow for a retest. i was shivering while doing the damn paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6537558557612094496?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6537558557612094496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6537558557612094496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6537558557612094496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6537558557612094496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-bad-feeling-about-section.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5522719159573971816</id><published>2009-02-16T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:05:54.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>retarded shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;Bruised. says:&lt;br /&gt;ASK LEANNE MANNNNN&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing chinese now&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Bruised. says:&lt;br /&gt;IM DOING LA&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;then what're you asking us for!&lt;br /&gt;Bruised. says:&lt;br /&gt;lANG ARTS&lt;br /&gt;Bruised. says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT LAHHH&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl the daryl says:&lt;br /&gt;omg this is so retarded&lt;br /&gt;Bruised. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring today:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5522719159573971816?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5522719159573971816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-7995825458567168427.post-9006494973910065166</id><published>2009-02-14T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:37:21.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum really needs to visit a psychiatrist. i will confirm that further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has gone out to buy my chinese shou ce and textbook because i didn't bring them home. why? "no cannot. you must study." i said "i can bring it home on monday to study" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no cannot, too long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh bloody hell am i having a test on tuesday or something? does it matter when i study. i just need to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, have to save up money for a psychiatrist then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-9006494973910065166?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/9006494973910065166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=9006494973910065166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/9006494973910065166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/9006494973910065166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mum-really-needs-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3492135536932226292</id><published>2009-02-14T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:43:21.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALENTINE'S DAY! :D and soundcheckD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought soundcheck was okayish. at least i thought our section were quite okay, not as bad as i expected. which was good!:D  except the first time we played it through, that was horrible. IMPROVEMENTS TO BE MADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION DATE! went to pepperlunch with the full trombone section! FINALLY! been such a long time since we had section outing! went shopping a bit. was kinda fun, until my mum pms-ed and called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate up all my valentine's day cookies, chocolates and sweets. serious sore throat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pw meeting on friday. COMPLETED OUR FULL 32 BAR MELODY! I FEEL SO ACHIEVED. talked about weird stuff before falling asleep. woke up at 7.20am. rushed like mad to band. was 5 minutes late:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sore throat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3492135536932226292?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3492135536932226292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3492135536932226292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3492135536932226292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3492135536932226292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-d-and-soundcheckd.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5333663148776053605</id><published>2009-02-11T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:08:06.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FEETOH I WANT TO KILL YOU. I WILL. I REALLY WILL. DON'T PUSH IT. ONE DAY I MAY JUST STICK A STICK THROUGH YOUR FREAKING MOUTH. OR I MAY JUST SQUEEZE YOU TO DEATH. I WILL NOT FEED YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh WHY FEETOH WHY! I LOVED YOU! YOU WERE HAPPY TO ESCAPE FROM THAT DREADED PET SHOP! AND YOU KEPT CRAWLING ON MY HAND. AND ONCE I PUT YOU IN MY CAGE YOU DECIDE TO IGNORE ME. WHEN I PAT YOU, YOU SQUEAK. WHEN I PUT MY FINGER FOR YOU TO SNIFF FIRST YOU BITE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY FEETOH WHY! I'M TRYING TO BE A GOOD OWNER BUT YOU HATE ME! WHY FEETOH WHY! I MAY JUST BLOW MY TROMBONE IN YOUR FACE AND MAKE YOU DEAF! OR MAYBE STUFF YOU IN MY TROMBONE BELL AND THEN BLOW YOU OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY FEETOH WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhhhh:/ how sadistic. why feetoh why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy-er note, had hydroponics! FINALLY. paired with ada. again. ada isn't happy. especially with what happened when we teamed up for home ec last year:( I DIDN'T MEAN TO NOT KNOW HOW TO HOLD A KNIFE OR SLICE CUCUMBERS! AT LEAST I KNOW HOW TO GRIND!:D so i will prove you wrong ada and do my hydroponics well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND TOMORROW! i have a swollen upper lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sucky day. all thanks to feetoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5333663148776053605?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5333663148776053605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5333663148776053605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5333663148776053605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5333663148776053605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/feetoh-i-want-to-kill-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6371877256364190402</id><published>2009-02-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:06:30.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging. well actually i have, but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wesingwedancewetohhhhhh.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i advertising or what. tohhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW HAMSTER! named it feetohhhhhhh. how nice! feetohhhhhh is still sleeping. i love it! it's like budweiser! the hamster who died of heart attack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so stuff that has happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY BAND EXCHANGE WITH XINMIN. i thought they owned us. wait i didn't think. they DID own us. their trombone section. *gasps* okay so now at least i know what kind of trombone sound i need to achieve. i never got that. but they have 3 sec 4s, 2 sec 3s and 1 sec 2. which is not fair cause we have 3 sec 2s, 1 sec 3, 1 sec 4. "gary you better go wear a skirt" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tuition after that. super boring two hours wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT MY SCOREBOOK! the 100 love songs thing. which looked pretty nice. it was under the category of "Wedding and Romance" :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've started playing the piano. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT MYSELF A BARBIE DOLLL! i love barbie dolls:D especially when it's $2 and comes from the provision shop with only one shoe like cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got: owned, a scorebook, a barbie doll and a hamster:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a throat infection. that explains why i'm blogging and not in school. i hope it doesn't get better. i have a feeling it already is. damn i need that mc. my throat infection is BAD i tell you. EVIL. IT KILLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6371877256364190402?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6371877256364190402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6371877256364190402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6371877256364190402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6371877256364190402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7003347835139443752</id><published>2009-02-06T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:11:14.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall swear to do my homework so john teo wouldn't pick on me. i got picked on badly today. how annoying. i had nice, nice dars chocolate from adila during geog:D chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS SONG DEDICATION SO EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY MATH TEST! FIRST TIME IN A LONG, LONG TIME! when mrs tan said 30-40% failed, i thought oh wait i KNEW i was that 30-40%. i'm always bottom 5, hello would i be the 60% who didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I PASSED! I GOT A 17!! why am i so happy, i don't know. I PASSEDDDDDD! i should've studied for it. but that's good considering i forgot to study for it. i mean, how'd you study for math? until i realised there were tons of worksheets undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adila failed and is very demoralised.:( that was like me in sec 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7003347835139443752?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7003347835139443752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7003347835139443752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7003347835139443752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7003347835139443752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-shall-swear-to-do-my-homework-so-john.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2932273717236479619</id><published>2009-02-06T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:01:05.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have just relit my fire for westlife and ant and dec:D how wrong does that sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran 4 rounds around the track for pe. 4:20! WHOOO! improvement! time to pace myself i guess. did the 4x50 thing. i can imagine how my primary school coach would be disappointed in me when she sees me run. that's why i don't like running anymore unless necessary.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GET TO DO HYDROPONICS ON TUESDAY! YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sing, we dance and we tohhh. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Think about the world you live in"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ms chow, 5th february 2009, lang arts class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;super funny.an emotional ms chow and her pissedness with the letter and PROPAGANDA! ah yes, i have propaganda homework to do. glad i remembered that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2932273717236479619?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2932273717236479619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2932273717236479619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2932273717236479619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2932273717236479619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-just-relit-my-fire-for-westlife.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5992666040242798671</id><published>2009-02-05T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:24:27.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO GONNA CUT MY HAIR! SHORT AND SPIKY HAIR! i'll look weird, but it's fun! having the same hairstyle as your section mate! what a corny, lame joke. like how 2gy is! CORNY AND LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probs gonna do it during valentine's with leanne. GEL, GEL, GEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are tired from standing up on the bus, mrt, and bus and walking again. and sectionals. i was flushed. seriously, my face was so red from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sectionals was okay. felt like jbf again. three of us and emily clapping the rhythm. frustrated with my low G flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD SECTIONALS WITH THE JUNIORS! emily THE FUTURE SL and i was just there kaypoh-ing. but sometimes i talked a little too much and and told myself to shut up and that emily was the sl here. valerie, genevieve, wang yun and lynn are their names! i think they're nice. really, really nice. haven't talked to all of them. but wang yun has this explosive really loud good sound that can only last for two counts. genevieve has this muffled constipated sound.valerie's okayish. lynn is squeezing too much but she occasionally gets the right sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really fun! they must talk more. but not like how leanne, wy and i talk. just talk more, i guess. i love being a senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exchange with xinmin on saturday:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5992666040242798671?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5992666040242798671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5992666040242798671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5992666040242798671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5992666040242798671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-gonna-cut-my-hair-short-and.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5442959661280041531</id><published>2009-02-03T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:18:57.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mood's spoilt. i did want to blog about stuff like HOW I LOVED THE GEOG TEST. i've never had so much fun doing a test, surprisingly. and how perverted NURIN ADILA is. we were laughing our asses off with hevina during bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but band spoilt it all. well at least the last 30 minutes of it. now i know how 30 minutes can affect your previous efforts to play well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'rubbish from the trombones'. i admit we were super distracted. and we were rubbish. it sucks getting called rubbish by mr tan but it sucks even more when you know you weren't rubbish all throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought we started out really well. better than usual at least. perhaps everyone was in a band mood. i thought we sounded pretty good. then i got distracted and started talking to janine non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how demoralising is it to be called rubbish. i don't hear anything even when we play well. nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. BE LESS DISTRACTED NEXT BAND PRAC. i really need to talk less. i'm on the way there! i look back at how noisy and loud the trombone section was during junior band and i look at us now and i feel satisfied. so i guess i just have to keep working harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio lesson's are finally fun. how sick am i. PRACTICAL LAB LESSONS! hahahahahahha. wednesday's gonna rock. I HAVE NO STAYBACK! no tuition, no band, no piano class NO NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5442959661280041531?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5442959661280041531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5442959661280041531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5442959661280041531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5442959661280041531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-moods-spoilt.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2588118227177102723</id><published>2009-02-02T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:08:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL WAS GOOD TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paid attention throughout the WHOLE of bio. well not the whole of bio. about half. MORE than half. i paid attention through almost half of math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUUUUUUGE IMPROVEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had art. chloe and i did random shit square paintings. which i thought was rather nice, but razak said we did it kinda wrongly. damn disappointed, arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to waffletown with molly, jessica, xinmin, mary and siva. was jessica's birthday. i got a treate from molly though. kinda full. then went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK HOME! i love jodi picoult books. i finally got back into the habit of reading. at least there's something worth reading! eunice lent me a few good books from her bookshelf so i'm reading them. she bought me this "Change of Heart" book by jodi picoult. i thought her other books were better. yeah so at least i've got stuff to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have MATH AND GEOG TEST TOMORROW! :O:O:O i think i would do well for half of geog, the half i studied. that half i studied, i studied really well. i think.. math? as usual. prepared to not do well. MENTAL BLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;square paintings went wrong:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2588118227177102723?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2588118227177102723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2588118227177102723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2588118227177102723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2588118227177102723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-was-good-today-i-paid-attention.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3108774990242597247</id><published>2009-02-01T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:39:49.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. had church, ate with the bs group. had bs. now i'm studying for geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually feel satisfied and achieved! i've memorised all the capitals and where all the countries are located. hopefully i won't forget. geog is useless. who cares about where Istanbul or Rio de Janeiro or Islamabad's located.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3108774990242597247?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3108774990242597247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3108774990242597247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3108774990242597247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3108774990242597247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-868507256621016656</id><published>2009-01-31T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:25:55.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE JUNIORS! I HAVE JUNIORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wang yun and valerie are they're names. i think they're nice. wang yun doesn't like the trombone section. she wants to be in percs. so she really really dislikes playing the trombone. dislikes it with passion. hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valerie's nice. i took her for auditions. saw her after that and waved. saw her again today in band. happy she got in. AND NOW SHE'S IN OUR SECTION!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i like having juniors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-868507256621016656?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/868507256621016656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=868507256621016656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/868507256621016656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/868507256621016656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-juniors-i-have-juniors-wang-yun.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8053176146584300549</id><published>2009-01-30T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:44:34.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit this is scary. there's this funeral at the next block and it kinda sounded like 'parumpampampa' which is like from little drummer boy. i went 'why are there people singing 'the little drummer boy'? isn't christmas over?' only to realise it's a funeral singing the funeral song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8053176146584300549?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8053176146584300549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8053176146584300549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8053176146584300549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8053176146584300549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/shit-this-is-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7288874238317885475</id><published>2009-01-30T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:24:58.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just forgot to add... 2GY WE'RE AWESOME! PRIZE FOR THE CLASS DECOR! WE ARE SO AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2GY IS AWESOME. i just love 2gy. we're this very unco-operative class. which i know pisses chevelle and phyllis off. but i dunno, i just love 2gy? we're all nice people. hahahahahah. what a good reason to love 2gy:/ but yeah, 2gy's just really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2GYRAFFES, WE TOWER OVER YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7288874238317885475?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7288874238317885475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7288874238317885475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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after three weeks of horrible waiting. it was kinda good, i guess. it sounded so cheem cause i 'synonymed' the words on microsoft word and just clicked on which one sounded nice so it sounded cheem. not that i have good vocab. i have terrible vocab. wonder where it went to:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third time i had to go to other classes to borrow history books cause i got the timetable mixed up again! but luckily it was changed and john teo came in to do geog instead. pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had investiture after school. so chevelle, sarah, yun ru, chloe and i just stoned in class for awhile before going to the shaw hall. was shit boring, investiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST LEANNE'S JACKET! sorry man, i'll promise i'll find it or buy a new one for you. i know, i know, SENTIMENTAL VALUE! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with mun. she alighted at novena, ditching me. i'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIORS TOMORROW! i'm so excited. yayyyyyy. but sec 2's and 3's supposed to have sectionals together or something. dammit. i wanna see my juniors. we're definitely getting at least one scholar. oh well, they're nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5741880369047931121?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5741880369047931121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5741880369047931121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5741880369047931121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5741880369047931121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-finally-done-with-my-animal-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1406015910271102596</id><published>2009-01-27T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:22:37.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching the ultimate bitch show 'janice dickinson's modeling agency'. i hear my brother punching my mum's door and walking out and my mum screaming mad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something must've happened. he's back in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year day turned ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1406015910271102596?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1406015910271102596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1406015910271102596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1406015910271102596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1406015910271102596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-watching-ultimate-bitch-show.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2014543909619013717</id><published>2009-01-26T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:55:00.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just decided. at the end of the day i'm gonna calm down and think why was i so vulgar and extreme. and i'll end up saying 'i have the most awesome brother ever!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why get angry in the first place. i shall watch I Am Legend or Ip Man to cheer me up. why do violent action movies cheer me up? i have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8969894842116807153</id><published>2009-01-26T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:28:27.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah and i don't know why i'm so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still bothered by the fact he calls me a betrayer and that's why he's been horrible to me. i don't diss you infront of eunice. i'm telling the truth. is a relationship full of deceit and secrets what you want? why don't you tell eunice how you are at home and your horrible habits when you were younger and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would she feel disgusted? i spill your horrible habits when you were younger, the rubbish stuff you used to do. or rather, we used to do. the horrible things we did to our parents. why can't she know those? would she hate you or love you less or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the betrayer. you're the spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO EMO. IT'S CNY. maybe the cheena-ness is spoiling it all. cheena. whywhywhy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8969894842116807153?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8969894842116807153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8969894842116807153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8969894842116807153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8969894842116807153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-and-i-dont-know-why-im-so-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4723567595592953375</id><published>2009-01-26T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:24:36.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well somebody's certainly been a mood spoiler on cny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for a late night movie yesteryday. 'the wedding game' was extremely disturbing. can't believe it's pg. i saw 7-year old kids in there, they must've been so polluted by the end. before the movie, i wanted to take a picture of the empty junction 8, rare sight. and my brother went 'take what take' and threw his banana skin at me. i was pissed enough and then he asked me to pick it up. then you think i'm showing attitude when i don't reply your question cause i didn't hear it since i'm so wrapped in my angry thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, why control so much? i control so much and at the end it's still misunderstood as attitude. if i didn't control, when my brother said 'didn't you hear my question?' i would say 'no' and walk off. and when he said 'have you been living under a rock for 10 years of your life?' i would say 'yes, not like you who has probably engaged in underage sex'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what the hell happened to that nice brother who would do fun stuff with his sister. now it's turned to pointing middle fingers, swearing vulgarities, being horrible, and being even more horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were basically taking pictures to send to the laos people. since the people at CNEC said so. my brother decided to take my room. then i'm like 'i should be in there! since it's my room! else it'll look like who's there? my dead grandmother?' eunice and i burst out laughing. it wasn't funny. well we were just in a good mood but it was something you would give a blank stare at in normal moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my brother said 'that wasn't funny.' eunice and i continued laughing. he said 'i said that wasn't funny. wipe that smile off your face' i'm like. wth?! is he trying to spoil the mood again. eunice didn't wipe that smile off her face either. why don't you go attack her instead of me. why spoil the mood then tell my parents that i won't listen unless he's firm with me. bloody hell what's wrong with saying lame stuff and just laughing. then he goes saying 'bloody hell tell her to stop laughing still laugh' why don't you tell that in eunice's face? did she stop laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still feel so guilty talking about eunice like that. but it's true. he thinks his girlfriend is fucking superior. i'm fat, no good at the piano and i'm a horrible person. she's skinny, extremely multi-talented and the best person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i talking about this again? on cny. he's going to use up all his niceness sooner or later. i wonder how i thought of his niceness theory. he has a certain amount of niceness which is used up on eunice everyday so he comes back home being the bastard he is. and everyday it decreases so he just keeps trying to use all of it on eunice and being even more bastard at home. sooner or later there won't be enough and he'll just end up a bastard. the bastard he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how vulgar am i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4723567595592953375?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4723567595592953375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4723567595592953375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4723567595592953375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4723567595592953375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-somebodys-certainly-been-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8724542641553117744</id><published>2009-01-25T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T06:38:55.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so how's my reunion dinner going? didn't eat much. the food was scrumptuously okay. if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to open the bottle of moscato.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched IP MAN AGAIN! IP MAAAAAAAAAAAN! pronounced as yip mun. IP MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! makes me proud to be chinese or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out for a late night movie with my brother and eunice. WEDDING GAME!!!!!!!!!! i actually love watching these stupid local films during cny. seems funny. anything for a laugh after a dreadful cheena-fied day. my entire house is cheena-fied. WHYWHYWHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving the house for the movie now! starting at 11.30. gahhhh gonna be late if i continue stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatives have now left. i'm safe to go. will call my brother and eunice out of the room now. wonder what they're doing in there, hmmmmmmm:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8724542641553117744?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8724542641553117744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8724542641553117744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8724542641553117744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8724542641553117744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-hows-my-reunion-dinner-going-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7585669553888076666</id><published>2009-01-24T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:12:32.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pw meetings were so fun! friday night pw meeting was slow progressing. we just sorted out what we wanted to do and marvin khoo played like a few songs so we settled for bosanova style. which is like jazz but non-swing. then ate kfc. and had a bitching session. asked marvin khoo who was gonna be dm or bm. found a pretty interesting answer. the rest was just shit funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover was emofied by my spasms. i had weird spasms! not angry spasms like the ones in sectionals but weird spasms. talked emo-ly with kai. fell asleep soundly while i rested all my weight on one leg and right now it hurts like mad and i can barely walk. woke up at 8.30ish. everybody stoned and did lame stuff till 9.30. i realised i went 'toh' subconsciously last night. again. must tell sebastian about this weird habit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phoned marvin khoo if he wanted to join us for breakfast. he said no. went to the prata shop and ate prata. phoned him again to tell him we'll be 10 mins late so he just met us at the prata shop. was extremely full. didn't like the milo dinosaur. raced marvin khoo back to chloe's house. he drove at 10km/h while we ran. some good exercise that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled down quickly with chloe while leanne,kai and serena were jumping in the pool. did some melody composing while waiting for them. they finally got out and dried themselves. did some more changes and melody composing. leanne was in a stoney mood. chloe was in a verbal diarrhoeaish mood, i was in a lame mood. "I now pronounce you husband and saxophone" hahahaha. "your girlfriend hit me!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret telling him about my brother. some sick shit it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving a very mundane and tired account of what happened. was meant to be happy and energetic. i'm extremely sleepy. i can't wait for the next pw meeting. wow, i sound so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out more stuff about conductors. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired now. why am i still typing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7585669553888076666?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7585669553888076666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7585669553888076666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7585669553888076666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7585669553888076666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/pw-meetings-were-so-fun-friday-night-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1167876273809167012</id><published>2009-01-22T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:31:58.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was in a terrible mood throughout band. extremely stuffy and hot near the spiral staircase for sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was extremely grumpy. but unlike leanne AND janine, i didn't snap at everybody at the chance i had to. leanne and janine were basically snapping at each other and pissing each other off. i just kept saying 'toh' under my breath to keep myself calm. so i sounded like a psychopath going 'toh, toh, toh, toh'. omg what is my problem with psychopaths?! i asked marvin khoo the psychopath question and apparently he knew it already. no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so whenever something went wrong i would swear 'bloody hell' under my breath. and get along. then i couldn't stand it and i started having spasms and struggled to stop having spasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, very demoralised. cause i sucked. with the new big mouthpiece. extremely demoralised. so after sectionals ended at 4.30 i stoned for awhile. our pw group discussed stuff with marvin khoo for awhile. then i went back to practice. leewei was practising at the weird bench thing. so i went outside the band room there to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was less grumpy. GOT A RIDE HOME FROM MARVIN! he actually planned to drop me off at orchard mrt station which is still good since i don't have to take the bloody bus. then he said he was super early and so he sent me all the way home. his car is nice. and it reminded me of desouza's car. later to realise it IS THE SAME CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt a lot about the conductors. loads and loads. marvin khoo is such a blabbermouth. i might use that as useful blackmail stuff. hmmmmmmm:/ shall not put those stuff up on the blog. not good to blabber stuff about conductors to everybody! mwaahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT MY TROMBONE HOME DAMMIT. when i learnt that he was sending me home i asked him to stop so i could take my trombone only to realise the band room was locked. __ why do they have to close it so early. i mean uh hummmm, why does &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;have to close it so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was a good ride home. duh better than taking bus, mrt and bus and walking before reaching home. and so now i'm in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring. fell asleep in every lesson besides lang arts. sighhhh. bio was the worse. i fell asleep 10 times. 3 minutes each. the other half of the time was spent struggling with myself to keep awake. how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning into a mundane, boring person:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1167876273809167012?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1167876273809167012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1167876273809167012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1167876273809167012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1167876273809167012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-in-terrible-mood-throughout-band.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8611078714337172745</id><published>2009-01-21T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:18:15.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, so disappointed with myself. i come home everyday thinking 'yes, i'm gonna do my homework!' and feel so inspired to finally do it. and then i reach home and i don't. i can never bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i slack all day at the comp till i get giddy. i even find more interest in writing cards to laos people than doing my homework. or reading my animal farm speech for the 8th time. or playing the piano. or doing anything but my homework. why,why,why?! why the hell am i such a lazy bugger. it's not like i don't want to. i can never bring myself to. this is what i call lack of discipline. sadddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay talk about happy things. MRS CHIA HAS AGREED TO LET US DO THE PROJECT TOGETHER! and she seems happy:D so we're doing it on friday and saturday, our first two meetings. then not sure when's the rest gonna be. we spent about 50 mins trying to look for her. how tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home on the bus to realise my ezilink card was missing. must've been when chloe was playing with it. gahhhhhh. mum's gonna scream at me for losing it AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8611078714337172745?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8611078714337172745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8611078714337172745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8611078714337172745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8611078714337172745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh-so-disappointed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4134454350541878931</id><published>2009-01-20T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:57:10.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT A NEW MOUTHPIECE! well actually i had the new mouthpiece last week. two in fact. and i gave one to janine. but janine didn't want it. so much for being nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the mouthpiece had a super nice name "Schike" or something like that. seems like i'm the only one in band having that brand. so i took that mouthpiece and put away my new old one. so the one i'm playing now is super uber big. bigger than mr tans. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna research on die fledermaus. "a very lame, complicate love story" is how mr tan describes it as. omg i have the habit of saying mr tan now! awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was kinda okay today. NEXT THURSDAY'S THE JUNIORS FIRST DAY IN BAND! OMG CAN'T WAIT! although i'll be having sectionals while janine and emily do the job. HAVING JUNIORS IS SO COOL. as i said, I'VE ALWAYS WANTED JUNIORS! somehow i think i would go better with the juniors. i'm not senior-ish. well i'm senior-juniorish or junior-seniorish, whichever goes. yayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no band on saturday. probably having pw then. hmmmmmm:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, Stamford Raffles was a scandalous guy. jacq pointed to me and shouted 'just like cheryl'. how would a scandalous guy be singapore's founder and a much respected person. eeeeeeks. must stop my scandalousness then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard mice in the void deck squeaking. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXW7lEGx1bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cHG77lKXORw/s1600-h/20122008107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293343182475613618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXW7lEGx1bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cHG77lKXORw/s320/20122008107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's george and bonnie doing their solo dance during the last day of the camp. well the last night. no wait, it was 7pm, yet extremely dark. MY CLASS IS THE MOST AWESOME. all the singers, musicians, dancers all come from my class:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where's the picture of peter the handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dosage of laos a day, keeps the doctor away :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4134454350541878931?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4134454350541878931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4134454350541878931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4134454350541878931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4134454350541878931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-got-new-mouthpiece-well-actually-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXW7lEGx1bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cHG77lKXORw/s72-c/20122008107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5646142576349602898</id><published>2009-01-19T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:30:14.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my comp has unlagged itself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhqvn8C4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eUg7HpL9uoM/s1600-h/17122008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292962849033554818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhqvn8C4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eUg7HpL9uoM/s320/17122008080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST CLASS PHOTO! the guy infront with the pink headband is george. my favourite! and my brother. but he's gay. so the class calls him my sister. how mean. the one really close next to him on the right is bella. the high school supposedly preppy person according to my bro. and she's filthy rich. she was the lead actress in one really famous mv. and the one at the extreme right is ken! robert jr's bunkmate and our guitarist. next to ken is hannah. the girl i wanted to matchmake with robert jr but apparently ken likes her. TOO MANY PEOPLE TO DESCRIBE! peter the handsome boy is nowhere to be found, somewhere at the back middle with his head sticking out:/ EVERYBODY'S WEARING PINK! that's our class colour. we didn't even ask them to wear pink, they must've discussed it after class. how nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhq33-qyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jZvvfjfoJlQ/s1600-h/18122008082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292962851248319266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhq33-qyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jZvvfjfoJlQ/s320/18122008082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HANNAH! pretty! but she's super tomboy and calls herself handsome. hmmmmmm. guy staring at the piano's ken. white shirt guy behind him is robert senior. he's the pianist. well, the pianist I GROOMED. and next to him is lisa, the girl with the dead eye but is super nice, hardworking and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRio1KhjaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1VfOKpFlx8E/s1600-h/20122008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292963915672685986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRio1KhjaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1VfOKpFlx8E/s320/20122008087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEORGE AND HANNAH! robert jr and me at the side. 4am in the morning at the morning market. george and i were shouting the class cheer and talking to this mentally unsound lady while anna just kept quiet throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhrX8vvII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q3fmuYeTyMo/s1600-h/20122008090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292962859858246786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhrX8vvII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q3fmuYeTyMo/s320/20122008090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella picking lemons or something for the papaya salad. preppy? i think not.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhr3yb91I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uYrx2mqUYuw/s1600-h/20122008095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292962868404942674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhr3yb91I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uYrx2mqUYuw/s320/20122008095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George peeling oranges. look at the beautiful leaf thing surrounding it. robert jr just said 'let's go down' and carried a knife with him and i just followed. apparently, everything in the dormitory is theirs so they cut down the big,big leaves too. i had so much fun using a nice to chop off leaves. left the place in a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRjkNJyCJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IMVDifA0Xyc/s1600-h/20122008096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292964935724304530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRjkNJyCJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IMVDifA0Xyc/s320/20122008096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the part where i start disappearing from all the photos cause i sneaked out and rode the motorbike with robert jr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOND, FOND MEMORIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;band tomorrow. hmmmmmmm:/ my upper lip is still bruised from too much frustrating and angry playing. ouchhhhhhhhhhh! gahhhhh school was okay today. i finally had 8/10 for that chinese thing. good score. answered a math question correctly. YAY! i never answer math questions correctly. must be a lucky day! had art. after school went to Caltex to buy some food and walked back with chloe. sweat like a pig. got grumpy and walked to the bus stop to go to Sixth Avenue for tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so-so day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5646142576349602898?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5646142576349602898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5646142576349602898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5646142576349602898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5646142576349602898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-comp-has-unlagged-itself-first-class.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXRhqvn8C4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eUg7HpL9uoM/s72-c/17122008080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6686507701539025701</id><published>2009-01-18T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:43:34.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMsXzPQsXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g3ngOymPCK4/s1600-h/13122008027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292622774493294962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMsXzPQsXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g3ngOymPCK4/s320/13122008027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S WHEN I ARRIVED IN LAOS AT NIGHT! dead tired. look at the airplane! look at the size of it! so smallll! and there was actually a blackout just before it took off because the engine accidentally turned off. :O shocking! imagine if we were already in midair and it turned off. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMsx5qya7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/XDeY3k4Dxl8/s1600-h/14122008037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292623222895963058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMsx5qya7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/XDeY3k4Dxl8/s320/14122008037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;depressing state of the heart of the city of laos:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtq3_FAqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/is-oAnHkGQE/s1600-h/14122008044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292624201696740002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtq3_FAqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/is-oAnHkGQE/s320/14122008044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtqr_QGuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gbFiczqQbac/s1600-h/14122008043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292624198476241634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtqr_QGuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gbFiczqQbac/s320/14122008043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtrAxe4MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KRJrWKodYhw/s1600-h/14122008049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292624204055634114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtrAxe4MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KRJrWKodYhw/s320/14122008049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S WHERE YOU GO TO CUT YUOR HAIR! scaryyy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtsHN3t4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fLkLd18wcXA/s1600-h/14122008055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292624222965184386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtsHN3t4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fLkLd18wcXA/s320/14122008055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's where we lived in! not so depressing:D one of the poshest hotels in the capital city of laos, hmmmmmmmm:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtrwYuO-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/dy0D_rIoqBQ/s1600-h/14122008054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292624216836684770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMtrwYuO-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/dy0D_rIoqBQ/s320/14122008054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUT TUT! something i didn't dare ride while in laos. apparently, it's extremely accident prone. and yet i took a motorbike with a 20 year old punk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292625408561064434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMuxH59KfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2qGNYDB-mpE/s320/17122008072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMvlG6RXwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H8je9qklEZs/s1600-h/17122008072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292626301647150850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMvlG6RXwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H8je9qklEZs/s320/17122008072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOOK AT THAT BIG, NICE COLLEGE! the best building i've seen in laos so far. so that's where we taught in, Souksavath College. fond, fond memories.. ahhhhhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMwL6KM8MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Esb-55pOToU/s1600-h/17122008073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292626968239206594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMwL6KM8MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Esb-55pOToU/s320/17122008073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awwww look at those primary school kids playing. THEY WERE THE ONES THAT STOLE MY PEN CAP AND CHOP! i was the game master that day and i needed the chop as a signature and the pen cap? i have no idea why they stole it. luckily some people got it back for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg why is this uploading pics process taking so long and the comp keeps hanging on me. bloody hell. spoilt my mood:( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WAS GONNA UPLOAD THE HAPPY CLASS PHOTOS! i love laos people:D and they actually have 3 people sharing a bowl of noodles. no wonder i hardly see obese people around man. and when they treated us, we got each a bowl of noodles. how generous:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6686507701539025701?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6686507701539025701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6686507701539025701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6686507701539025701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6686507701539025701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-when-i-arrived-in-laos-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SXMsXzPQsXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g3ngOymPCK4/s72-c/13122008027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-996173006335622522</id><published>2009-01-18T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:57:12.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. see i'm all happy and hyper:D must've been the homesickness that got me down. I FOUND ALL THE LAOS PICTURES! well at least all of them which my brother took. they took at least 5x more pictures there but the students don't understand what's 'send to me by email' so oh well.. what a loss. had really fond memories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and here's a recollection of them:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f0a281a4a167430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f0a281a4a167430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331546060%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35EC6E8E50B32FCD2DBAB03D0333C3D4F969B778.3642C10737CB7FC3085D1194E6CEB11BF64891CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f0a281a4a167430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdybHMgq9Ux1mKp68zvHGViQoxvc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f0a281a4a167430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331546060%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35EC6E8E50B32FCD2DBAB03D0333C3D4F969B778.3642C10737CB7FC3085D1194E6CEB11BF64891CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f0a281a4a167430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdybHMgq9Ux1mKp68zvHGViQoxvc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you hear my mum going "enough already. some people are enjoying it but some people sitting there already bored" or something like that. that problem was caused by a few antisocials and nerds in our class. most people loved dancing and music. but people like alfred who literally pay to sit there in our english course would want to do english stuff, not fun stuff like dancing since he's supposed to be working but skipping work to be here which means NO PAY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that reminds me. David asked me "cheryl, can you help me get a girl from singapore?" I literally stunned there and looked at robert jr who looked away and laughed. then i just acted dumb and pretended to not know what he meant. I'M NOT SOME MATCHMAKER FROM VIETNAME BRIDES 101!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-996173006335622522?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f0a281a4a167430&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/996173006335622522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=996173006335622522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/996173006335622522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/996173006335622522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4730313181929630095</id><published>2009-01-18T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:27:33.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had church today. no mood at all. sf spoils it all. sf, one big family. bullshit man. why's everything so screwed and pretentious in sf. it's supposed to be Student FELLOWSHIP. FELLOWSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading a fellow churchmate's blog. her new year resolution or so i think was to have more friends in church. ...?! it's like saying. "I want to be more popular" and stuff like that. If you so happen are good friends with everybody and can get along very well then whatever, you're born popular. but if you can't, why want to be? it's this whole big family concept. you know everyone who enters sf wants to be part of the big family. and everyone in the big family doesn't care about people who aren't in the big family. everything's so.... pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact is that this big family isn't such a family afterall. everybody isn't really close to everybody. and everything is so on the surface. maybe i'm speaking from a loner, an outsider's point of view. but it's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. WHY SO UNHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay there's school tomorrow! to save me from my rubbish. hmmmmm, i'm thinking of buying my own mouthpiece. so it's like MY OWN! but brando just bought two bass trombone mouthpieces. isn't it a waste if i buy my own. BUT I WANNA CARVE MY NAME ON IT! HOW COOL! it's called the cheryl mouthpiece. MY MOUTHPIECE. gahhhhh nevermind i'll do that when i graduate and get myself one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4730313181929630095?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4730313181929630095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4730313181929630095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4730313181929630095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4730313181929630095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-9190616532416400235</id><published>2009-01-17T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T03:52:01.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well had band today. sectionals with sebastian. was okay, pretty fun. and i think i improved somehow a lot. or probably due to THE NORMAL TROMBONE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a new mouthpiece! brando gave me like two, and i don't know why. such a waste of money to give me two and choose between the more preferred one and throw the other one inside the case or cupboard or something. so i gave the other one to janine so she could give hers to wy. how nice of me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound much better. after band leanne, kym and chloe had a double birthday outing which i was unable to attend due to stupid chinese tuition&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh i spent like 1/2 hr roaming around the shopping centre doing nothing and buying black pepper ribs and taquitos. how interesting:/ i became the teacher's pet cause apparently she thought that i was a chinese pro, wow. and i didn't fall asleep in class like the last time. so she probably saw the improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, watched tv. printed out "Please Forgive Me" 's piano scoresheet and tried it out on the piano. played the piano for awhile more. bathed. had dinner. now back on the comp. what a no life i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop being so self-absorbed. but after you lose all self-absorbency(whatever the term is) you find yourself so self-conscious. too self-conscious in fact. and very, very miserable. why can't there be something in the middle. something just right. but who created the concept of 'just right' anyway? why is there always a norm and the weirdness for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i talking rubbish and not being happy like back in 1sy again. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-9190616532416400235?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/9190616532416400235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=9190616532416400235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/9190616532416400235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/9190616532416400235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-had-band-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1549157426979687475</id><published>2009-01-16T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:46:02.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i'm scared for section auditions and i don't even know the exact date for it. how smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was so retarded today. INSTANT NOODLES IN A CUP &amp;amp; HOT WATER IN A FLASK &amp;amp; NO FORK = cooked instant noodles being dug up with fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhh. when's section auditions. think it's after chinese new year. hmmmmm..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1549157426979687475?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1549157426979687475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1549157426979687475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1549157426979687475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1549157426979687475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-im-scared-for-section-auditions-and.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3942311370781056739</id><published>2009-01-15T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:03:31.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY EGO WENT BACK TO NORMAL! by normal i mean by a normal person's normal. not my normal, which is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A NORMAL BAND PRAC TODAY! finallyyy! no more horrible sounds which i believe is caused by my trombone but on the other hand i believe i'm making excuses again. so i used the normal trombone today, since janine sent mine for repair. WILL BE BACK NEXT MONTH:O WHY SO SLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOUNDED OKAYYYY! like not too bad. didn't have to put in as much effort as playing the bass trombone. didn't get frustrated or busy. lousy tonguing, but that'll improve over time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST.NOT.FAIL.SECTION.AUDITION. so scared i will. but using the normal trombone should be easier than using bass. I SOUNDED LOUDER! yayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more demoralisation for me!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3942311370781056739?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3942311370781056739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3942311370781056739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3942311370781056739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3942311370781056739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-ego-went-back-to-normal-by-normal-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5526211250852751106</id><published>2009-01-14T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:58:58.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ego takes a further plunge. i was terrible today. went to band to practice during recess. i was terrible, horrible. i sounded shittier. WHYWHYWHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further demoralisation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5526211250852751106?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5526211250852751106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5526211250852751106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5526211250852751106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5526211250852751106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-ego-takes-further-plunge.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-428746206096990661</id><published>2009-01-13T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:13:25.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still so demoralised. no mood to do anything else right now. i think i totally sucked during band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap shit horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-428746206096990661?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/428746206096990661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=428746206096990661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/428746206096990661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/428746206096990661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-so-demoralised.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4910725011654910242</id><published>2009-01-13T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:14:11.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahhhh so demoralised during band today. crap horrible band prac. rephrase. i was crap horrible during band prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have the mood for band although in the morning i had loads of mood for band and the previous day too. i guess practising during that 1/2 hr with leanne destroyed my mood! i can't hold the notes for 8 counts. still. i'm sec 2 already! GASP. and i can't hold notes for 8 counts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't make excuses and say oh it's the bass trombone. it's the bigger mouthpiece and stuff. cause it's been a month i think since i got the mouthpiece and trombone. and i still can't hold 8 counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i played shit horrible during band. sounded so out of tune, and horrible intonation and everything was horrible. the worst i've played in a long time. then i swear there was this rattling sound coming from my trombone which janine insists is the metal frame things coming from the lights. but i still insist it's from my trombone. so it really affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was shit horrible. so demoralisedddddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4910725011654910242?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4910725011654910242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4910725011654910242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4910725011654910242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4910725011654910242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/gahhhh-so-demoralised-during-band-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-619088859734164929</id><published>2009-01-12T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:58:58.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahhhhhh last post was so vulgar. i'm still super stressed over overdue homework yet i can't be bothered to lift a finger to touch them. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. WHYWHYWHY?! okay i need to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO WAFFLETOWN TODAY! okay today was supposed to be the most awesome day of the week. banana cake during break, band during recess and waffletown after school. we did get banana cake, BUT MR TEE DIDN'T WANT TO OPEN THE BAND ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT! chloe and i were all psyched up to practice in the band room and kinda skip our recess. then we had no mood to eat although i still ate. nothing can keep me away from my food! then we went outside the band room to stone and tried to break in. operation unsuccessful. tomorrow the band room better be open so we can practice! then we started 'walking down memory lane'. which was really dumb but we had no mood to go away from the band room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm actually listening to desouza and practising my long notes. i guess it would really help. so i'll have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like die fledermaus! no bass trombony notes! it's like those normal trombone notes. not fun! should be like overture 1, at least there are like bass trombony notes. what are bass trombony notes? i don't really know. no definition, but that's what i call it. grrrrrr. i like bass trombony notes, gives me something to practice for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's school was so random. adila came in class extremely high. her high-ness didn't fade at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Gyraffes, we tower over you!! All animals are equal, but 2gy is more equal than others. or something like that. I don't remember quotes from animal farm dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing some serious stalking business. MWAHAHAHAHA! EGGS, EGG POSTER, AUTOBIOGRAPHY SPEECH &amp;amp; POWERPOINT SLIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i've started off this year SO ENTHU! it's amazing how enthu i can get. from being so negative and critical about everything to just PLAIN ENTHU. i hope this continues and isn't a start-of-the-year thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 gyraffes, WE TOWER OVER YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-619088859734164929?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/619088859734164929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=619088859734164929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/619088859734164929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/619088859734164929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/gahhhhhh-last-post-was-so-vulgar.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7509663317477542019</id><published>2009-01-12T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:47:13.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOODY HELL! I'M FUCKING PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT CHEATED! I GOT CHEATED! fine since the stupid cheapest phonecard which is $5 for 34 minutes ran out of stock, i kept trying new phone cards. EACH MORE EXPENSIVE THAN THE PREVIOUS. then it was 24 minutes for $5. then it went 19 minutes for $5! AND GUESS WHAT TODAY'S PHONECARD BROUGHT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARHUB INTERNATIONAL CALLING CARD= $10 FOR 15 MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT FUCKED UP CRAP. that is seriously screwed. I'M SCREWED! WHERE THE HELL DO I GET MONEY TO PAY MY MAID BACK?! WHEN IT'S 15 MINUTES! WHAT. THE. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. i just got cheated. who the hell charges $10 for 15 minutes?! I'M SO BLOODY UPSET. first i spent $10 today. and my mum only gave me $10, so if she realises that my $10 is missing, she'll get pissed. then i borrowed $8.50 and went to the shops to buy the phonecard. so now i've to pay $8.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry chloe &amp;amp; cristy, i'll have to pay you guys back next week! omg i already spent half of my allowance on the first day. now i've only got $21.50 left to last me for like the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking annoyed. wth! I. GOT. RIPPED. OFF. WHY, WHY, WHY?! WHY LET A 14 YEAR OLD GIRL WHO ONLY RECEIVES $40 FOR ALLOWANCE EACH WEEK SPEND ALMOST $10 WHICH IS A QUARTER OF HER ALLOWANCE ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE WEEK JUST TO CALL BACK TO HER oh bloody hell the wind's so strong it blew down my brother's birthday card which is solid FRIENDS IN LAOS TO MAKE HER LESS HOMESICK TO REALISE SHE GOT RIPPED OFF AND HASN'T GOT MUCH MONEY LEFT FOR THE WEEK?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so pissed. i'm pissed. i'm pissed. i'm pissed. i'm pissed. i'm pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed.  i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. and i'm not just copying and pasting that out, i'm actually typing that out. seems like therapy, hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. this isnt' helping. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i knew i shouldn't have trusted starthub's overratedness. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. fucking cards getting more expensive. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. now i don't know which other card to try, in case i get ripped off. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. WHYWHYWHY STARHUB! i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. WHY DO THIS TO A 14 oh wait 13 YEAR OLD GIRL WHO'S NOW GOING TO END UP LIKE THE MATCHSTICK GIRL! i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed. i need to scream. i'm bloody pissed. i'm bloody pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed. i'm so pissed. i'm so pissed. i'm so pissed. okay now i'm worried. how am i going to survive on $20 and without phonecards. i'm worried. i'm worried. i'm worried. i'm worried. i'm in trouble with kavita. i'm even more worried. i'm even more worried. i haven't done my geog. i'm super worried. i'm super worried. i'm super worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i'm actually feeling better now, think it works. wow this post contains lots of swearing. must censor this someday. omg wow i still can't believe it. wow i got ripped off. wow i've no money to buy any more phonecards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT RIPPING OFF 13 YEAR OLD GIRLS DOES TO A PERSON, STARHUB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7509663317477542019?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7509663317477542019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7509663317477542019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7509663317477542019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7509663317477542019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloody-hell-im-fucking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5888522966427754715</id><published>2009-01-11T01:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:29:01.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Red - If you dont know me by now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DRPzJWeICzY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DRPzJWeICzY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gahahahah it's so amazing how old it is, but still so nice:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5888522966427754715?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5888522966427754715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5888522966427754715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5888522966427754715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5888522966427754715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/simply-red-if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html' title='Simply Red - If you dont know me by now'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1926040389940867189</id><published>2009-01-10T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:19:56.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhhhhhh i'm bored. quarrelled with my mum again. i don't bother anymore. the idea of 'not cutting in cause it's rude' is beyond her capacity. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm boreddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. and very tired. can't wait for the first official meeting. POOL PARTY!!!!! hahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahaha chloe wong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOL PARTY AND SLEEPOVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1926040389940867189?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1926040389940867189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1926040389940867189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1926040389940867189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1926040389940867189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/uhhhhhh-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2961810488793128828</id><published>2009-01-10T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:51:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW TROMBONE TUTOR FOR BAND TODAY! that sebastian guy's gonna be our trombone tutor for 10 sectionals. yay! i've always wanted a trombone tutor. i think he's good! haven't got an opinion on him yet, surprisingly. i'm the type who's quick to judge:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, MARVIN CAN'T FLOAT ON WATER!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! sebastian was telling us that. and some other stuff about his ex-company:P trombone people would know. can't believe somebody does something so gay man. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when i'm getting my new mouthpiece. i realise i talk more and more about band each day and less and less about other stuff. RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay uhhhhh the three dsa people were here during band with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marvin's agreed to mentor us! i feel so optimistic for the fact that i know we're definitely going to be safe. he won't let us pass up a rubbish composition since he loves it so much. he's so nice! and i think he's doing it for free. hmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so freaking bad! i asked him for a lift to united square and he wasn't familiar with that area and he's going to orchard. later on i learnt that it's not on the way and my mum came so i just left. then chloe called to say that marvin's waiting for me and asked me hurry up. then i called marvin to explain. i hope he's not pissed. like omg how could i! leaving him there waiting for me. i'm a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO CAN'T FLOAT ON WATER! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2961810488793128828?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2961810488793128828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2961810488793128828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2961810488793128828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2961810488793128828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-trombone-tutor-for-band-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1223343005013340171</id><published>2009-01-09T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:18:59.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay let's see what happened today. wow three things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER HAS GONE TO THE ARMYYYYYYY!!!!!:( dammit. today i couldn't wait to get home to tell him about what leanne and i were talking about since i found it funny and disturbing but only to realise he was in the army halfway through tuition. i wonder how's life as a commando. hope he doesn't die though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GETTING MARVIN KHOO FOR MENTOR! YAY! well we're gonna ask him tomorrow. we asked mrs goh who asked us to ask mrs sim who was actually mrs chia. and mrs chia agreed to having an outside mentor instead of a teacher mentor person thingy. mrs goh seemed happy we're doing music composition. gonna be damn hard man. but yay! hope marvin khoo says yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the third thing ahhhhh.. okay can't remember. but after school leanne, chloe and i went to waffletown! yayyyy!! and talked about disturbingly disturbing things. went for tuition after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit i've failed to complete all my homework. i'm left with battlefield worksheet. and guess what, i brought yi ling's worksheet home. dammit i've got her into trouble! she's gonna minus marks cause of 'late submission' because i brought her worksheet home. i'm in deeper shit anyway. i'm going to get a zero. i'm a genius. i'm photocopying someone else's answers and handing it up as mine. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I FOUND MY WALLET. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. left it in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back home from tuition in the car, we were listening to "Love Hurts" by nazareth. and i felt so depressed. and i thought of laos. although i have no idea the link between love hurts and laos. i'm like home-sick or something! lol laos is home and singapore is just this random working place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of seeing technology wherever i go, hearing technology wherever i go, and even smelling technology! i'm serious! it gets so boring. the reason why i probably enjoyed laos so much was because i treated it like an escape. i was draining out by the end of the year and it was like a holiday to me. meant to be a mission trip but it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't wanna live in laos, but i really miss all the people i taught. they're college students and i actually feel like i'm good friends with them! most of them are like 19-25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1223343005013340171?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1223343005013340171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1223343005013340171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1223343005013340171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1223343005013340171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-lets-see-what-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6935723397708691738</id><published>2009-01-07T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:45:13.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've un-privated the blog! AND LOOK AT THE NICE, NICE BAND SKIN! and the nice, nice trombone:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh let's see how was school today. miss chow made us memorise some Carl Marx thing. let's see how much i remember... oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start on homework soon! YAY I LOVE 2GY! i think. i'm sitting next to adila. ANOTHER PREFECT *grunts* but she's nice. and we love showing blank stares during mrs tan's lessons. sitting infront of phyllis and hevina. which is great and means i've got two extra people to bug and be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROWWWWWWWWW! yayyy let's see how the auditions go! i'm gonna turn up to wipe mouthpieces. O.O and i have just realised the ':O' smiley really looks like me! emily pointed that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went jogging today. about time! going with eunice, ada and don't know who again tomorrow. and hopefully i'll do that everyday. lose weight! you know what, the reason i wanna lose weight is probably the fact that my brother calls me fat. and he just pointed the middle finger at me today. wow, so this is what being a commando in the army does to a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6935723397708691738?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6935723397708691738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6935723397708691738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6935723397708691738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6935723397708691738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ive-un-privated-blog-and-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1947961200357167904</id><published>2009-01-06T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:47:29.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm, got a few memorable things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND PRAC ON SATURDAY! was awesome. mr tan set up some old instrument and sat next to emily and played with our section!! he's really enthu and motivates people. but i still find him a little weird. and mysterious, somehow. but it was just awesome! and he's so funny. and he plays really loud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEC 1 ORIENTATION PERFORMANCE! okay it's not really good. we screwed up due to lack of practice obviously. i kept playing wrong notes for instant concert. AND MR TAN DIDN'T TURN UP. grrrrrrr. but we stood up for our parts in big fun which were barbara ann and wipeout. damn awesome. then marvin gave us some talk. which really put me into a grumpy mood. well the trombone juniors. we pulled a long face wherever we went. then we went out of the band room together and saw marvin. then we just walked past him. then he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'trombone section'&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were gonna get another talk or something.&lt;br /&gt;then we turned back and gave him a bored, blank stare with a long face.&lt;br /&gt;then he said&lt;br /&gt;'good job today'&lt;br /&gt;our faces immediately lit up! SO FUNNY. leanne was like grinning. wy said 'haha thanks' and i said 'yayyyyyyy!' and we ran off enthu-ly to help the rest carry stuff. wheeeeee- we're so easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA walk-about today. i finally met michelle's friend hwee leng! she seems like a damn nice person! i want her in my section. she's really friendly and not shy. no attitude either. she signed up for auditions. the scholars were really eager. the rest of the sec 1's mostly ignored us, had attitude problems, were really shy, or just pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL NOT BITCH ABOUT JUNIORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was caught making too many overseas calls to laos. my mum banned me from making calls to laos. how am i gonna call robert jr tonight to speak to george? and how am i ever gonna call him and the rest again? really depressed now. can't sms either, since i smsed to laos too much already. emails won't work. god i really need to find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go on spending $10 on phonecards every 3-4 days either you know. i'm not loaded. i just can't wait to go back to laos.. i've never felt so strongly about something. or a place. or about people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1947961200357167904?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1947961200357167904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1947961200357167904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1947961200357167904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1947961200357167904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm-got-few-memorable-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4090833208448928977</id><published>2008-12-29T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:55:14.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched titanic. it didn't make me cry. it made an impact on me. it's somehow different. some movies just don't make an impact on you after you watch it. titanic made that impact:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh i haven't done homework yet. i'm dead. and i haven't bought desouza his card. dead again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for an sms from robert jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4090833208448928977?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4090833208448928977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4090833208448928977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4090833208448928977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4090833208448928977'/><link 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all the time' on the piano and i missed laos like crazy. we played a film with lots of the pictures we took with that song on the christmas celebration, and everybody clapped and did the ohohoh thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that saturday was the best day ever. i sat on the motorbike with robert jr that day. the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-575300652342497783?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/575300652342497783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=575300652342497783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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will need to talk about what's the whole purpose of the trip. obviously, it's a missionary trip. ROBERT JR. BECAME A CHRISTIAN! long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my mum invited them after the party on saturday to come to church with us on sunday then we'll go out and eat together, so she gave them our address. only a few people like alfred, robert jr and hannah wanted to go. so we were pretty disappointed. then on sunday morning, we saw loads of other classes students coming, and like none of our class people were there. then suddenly... WE SAW A TRUCK FULL OF OUR CLASS PEOPLE ENTER THE HOTEL! george stood up and shouted 'MUMMYYYYY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george is this really adorable gay. he is 101% sissified, the way he talks, body contact, even the way he runs. and when we were supposed to blow balloons to decorate the class he used them as fake boobs. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so in church i was talking to robert jr about john 3:16, trying to evangelise. hahahahahhaa, SUCCESSFUL! a few of them did the sinners prayer thing. i was pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, that really wasn't the highlight of the whole trip. there's no highlight! everyday is just HYPERNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class name was "The Best", obviously, the ego had to have come from &lt;em&gt;somebody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cheer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST, GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST, FIGHT FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST, WIN WIN!&lt;br /&gt;*cheeeeeers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything and anything leads to this: *clap* OH *clap* OH *clap* OH! hard to explain, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've actually learnt how to dance. laos people love dancing!!! so on the second or third day, we went over to robert jr's dormitory and just started blasting music. random people just came along and joined the little party. so there was robert jr, ken, steven, peter, john, lisa, anna, parti, peckee, and loads of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they didn't let me try laos wine. it's called lao lak or something like that. BUT I TRIED BEERLAO! without them looking. they're all super protective. so i had zero chance to drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and there was a christmas party on saturday, so our class, wanted to go to buy ingredients to cook papaya 'slad'(supposed to be salad but that's how they pronounce it). so five students picked us up at 4am and we went to the morning market together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that! waking up at 3am. and i learnt how to cook! AND I SAT ON A MOTORBIKE! finallyyyyyyyyyy. robert jr and i secretly went out, he brought me to the market, to the university of laos, and to his parents place. i did get caught by my brother later on :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole trip is just so hard to put into words. the bond i have with the students, i'm just so emotionally attached to them! i'm still smsing and emailing loads of them in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love laos so much! and i'm going back next yearrr! i promised robert jr anw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1143449809277088439?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1143449809277088439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7995825458567168427.post-6960645997594804943</id><published>2008-12-12T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:41:42.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm flying off to laos tomorrow! just got extra scoresheets from esther, who is extra helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very excited for this trip. looking forward to not looking forward to it. looking forward to being scared of dirty bathtubs and bedsheets. on second thoughts, THERE MAY NOT BE BATHTUBS OR BEDSHEETS OR AIRCON. dammit. looking forward to being disgusted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in seriously. i need to stop being this pampered little idiot who can't keep her own bed, can't fold clothes properly, can't scoop rice properly, cannot cook a single thing, doesn't want dirty bathrooms, doesn't like dirty walls, doesn't want to sit on old chairs, wants clean tables wherever she goes, scared of bigger than ants insects, doesn't want to eat food which look gross, very picky with food, clean cutlery, etc. i practically want everything to be clean, except myself. seriously, i don't mind if i go there and don't bathe for a week if the bathroom's dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope i return from laos as a less pampered little idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very pissed with band politics. especially with &lt;em&gt;certain people. &lt;/em&gt;you know i never liked doing this. doing the '&lt;em&gt;certain people'&lt;/em&gt; thing. it's so pathetic and lame. why am i doing it now? i don't know but i can't stand it anymore. why bitch about your juniors? and most of the people you bitch about are actually nice people. everyone has certain points you can't stand, but don't go around bitching about practically everybody you're unhappy with. not talking about myself here, although i know &lt;em&gt;certain people&lt;/em&gt; who hate me to the absolute core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this sucks you know. juniors having to fear being bitched about by seniors. it is so tiring, so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there goes, i'm probably going to get bitched about a hell lot again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6960645997594804943?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6960645997594804943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6960645997594804943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6960645997594804943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QqrBurK65uk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is westlife's performance in 2007. jls can't even touch it! and they're in the finals =.= if westlife entered x factor, they would definitely have won it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5643544891073650735?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5643544891073650735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5643544891073650735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5643544891073650735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5643544891073650735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/westlife-on-xfactor-im-already-there.html' title='Westlife on Xfactor - I´m already there'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-218184974400568896</id><published>2008-12-09T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:59:36.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The X factor 2008 - Live Show 9 - Jls - Im already There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/A1BCxXDcww0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/A1BCxXDcww0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;singing the same song as what westlife sang when they did a guest appearance in x factor. nothing close to westlife and all the judges are praising them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-218184974400568896?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/218184974400568896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7995825458567168427.post-5429690800187571127</id><published>2008-12-09T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:01.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife- Medley Live in Croke Park Dublin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/AEKQiucw-ag' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/AEKQiucw-ag'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taken from the croke park dvd. so i suppose this is what fellow x factor judge cheryl cole calls them as just 'standing there and singing' eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5429690800187571127?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5429690800187571127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5429690800187571127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5429690800187571127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5429690800187571127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/westlife-medley-live-in-croke-park.html' title='Westlife- Medley Live in Croke Park Dublin'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8807404839386115474</id><published>2008-12-09T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:43:41.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching x factor has just made me realise how much i take westlife for granted. i take their talent for granted. they're so good at singing, great harmonies and stage performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watch x factor. i watch that group jls. they're shit. if they ever do a great performance, i'll be watching it all week. like they did michael jackson's the way you make me feel, it was so good i was watching it all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then every westlife's performance is good. but i take it for granted, if i see an excellent performance which is better than anything i've seen, i'll watch it for a few days then forget about it. THANK YOU X FACTOR FOR MAKING ME APPRECIATE WESTLIFE MORE. sheesh, here i go again. mwahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the croke park dvd. if i'm in a good mood, somebody's gonna receive the croke park dvd for christmas:D and that person will thank me after watching it! so ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8807404839386115474?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8807404839386115474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8807404839386115474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8807404839386115474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8807404839386115474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/watching-x-factor-has-just-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5583924447426716502</id><published>2008-12-08T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:03:21.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what, i had no idea how tiring this laos mission trip could be. and it hasn't even started! there's 32 songs to practice with the guitarist. my brother. obviously the worship leaders would think it's easy. my brother's working in my mum's office morning to night. and for what? for fun. and so that he can go shopping with eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, there are idiots, literally, like my mum who think it's a simple job. i had a piano concert today. i rehearsed in the morning, in the afternoon and then went. come back, i am mentally drained and you want me to rehearse for the 32 songs. i understand, i only have a week left and i haven't fully mastered the songs. and when i say i'm tired and i'm overstretching myself you say... "so? you have 32 songs leh". what...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are idiots like i-don't-know-who-planned-the-programme who wanted music during the singing in devotion. ?!?!?!?!?!?! i know it's nice to have music! but they make it sound like such an easy job. so now i've extra songs to learn because somebody wanted music during devotion. maybe it's just not a church habit, but we never had music playing during devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only sec 1! wth can i do?! and i actually feel bad complaining. it's a mission trip. and i'm here complaining about how much work i have to do. i actually dread going to toilets without doors. mosquitoes crawling over me at night. no aircon, no proper bed. everything! i'm too pampered. and i have to stop it. more trips to kluang would do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet when i get back to church after the laos trip, i'll have to do sharing. i already have stuff to share! like how... idiotic idiots can be. no, hahahaha just trying to vent anger. but i know i'll definitely have learnt loads. the last time i went on a mission trip to kluang, IT WAS AWESOME! bathing in toilets which smelt like shit and using pails to scoop water to bathe. teaching the children english. falling off the swing twice. getting grumpy and moody due to the dirty-ness and rundown-ness. learning to cope with dirt all around me. learnt so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, wonder how dirty laos can get. oh well... i really shouldn't complain. looking forward to it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh I WENT FOR ANOTHER HAIRCUT! my brother couldn't stand my weird hair. so i went to cut my fringe:( no it's just... weird-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCERT WAS AWESOME! I AM SO EGO! I THINK I WAS AWESOME! seriously. whooooooooooooooooooo! before my turn came, i was walking all around and stuff. being so nervous, talking to everyone possible. let me see the people i've gotten closer to and the people i've got to know. jia hui, chaowang, jonchi, lydia and vincent i got closer to. i met sarah and kai wen and the teacher's two sons. awesome. after the concert was this after-concert 'party'. well the teacher calls it a party. it's just food and talking. my brother and eunice came. so we ate together with the piano people. then they slowly went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCERT WAS AWESOME! yippeeeeeeee. so ego. too ego! now my ego's becoming more undeflatable. only my bro can deflate it. and janine!!:@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band tomorrow. how the hell am i gonna tie my hair with such a weird fringe. i'll look like either a cleopatra failed wannabe, since i don't have bangs, or peiyi, the girl with the WEIRDEST hair in the world. eeeeeeeeeeeeeks. now i hate my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5583924447426716502?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5583924447426716502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5583924447426716502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5583924447426716502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5583924447426716502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-what-i-had-no-idea-how-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5043595518820499128</id><published>2008-12-06T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:58:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! I CUT MY HAIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;and i love it! well it looks weird, but it's so me!! weird = me! my hair = weird! i love it. and it only costed $30, worth it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to angry topics. WESTLIFE DO NOT SUCK. THEY DON'T. THEY'RE NOT FAKE. THEY'RE NOT ENGINEERED. THEY DO NOT USE AUTOTUNE. ONLY IDIOTS LIKE MICHAEL BUBLE USE AUTOTUNE(although i love him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ WESTLIFE'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY. and i will give desouza, marvin and brando each a westlife dvd for christmas! grrrrrrr, how dare they say westlife suck. me and take that DOES NOT equal to them and westlife. omg grrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it served desouza right for getting stuck in the school carpark! with marvin's car behind him. and brando had to give directions. and my car was behind them. and my father had to help desouza's car out. grrrrr, serves him right. but while waiting for the car to get out, i talked to chloe and leanne in marvin's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE WONG IF YOU EVER DARE MENTION MY BLOG INFRONT OF THEM THREE I WILL SERIOUSLY KILL YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on. brando's mouthpiece is so hard to use. i need to much air. it's so hard to pitch. gahhhhhh, ego deflating.. oh no. BUT THE MOUTHPIECE IS SO SHINY AND GOOD! I KNOW IT'S GOOD CAUSE IT'S BRANDO'S! oh well.. will have to practise harder then. i barely have enough air to play part B in die fledermaus. sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I FORGOT TO MENTION LAST NIGHT. LAST NIGHT MY WESTLIFE DVD... ARRIVEDDDDDDDDD! omg the happiest moment i've felt in days. walking to the mailbox was THE LONGEST walk ever. 1. i've never walked to the mailbox to check the mail before. 2. I NEED MY WESTLIFE DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally....... I SPENT THE WHOLE NIGHT WATCHING IT! i swear i cried at parts. especially at the end at all their thank you speeches at the end of 10 years. i haven't watched the documentary yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WESTLIFE, MY HAIR, THE DVD AND MY TROMBONE!!!!!!!:D AND MOUTHPIECE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5043595518820499128?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5043595518820499128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5043595518820499128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5043595518820499128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5043595518820499128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahahahahahahahahahahaah-i-cut-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-433341540977752579</id><published>2008-12-04T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:03:32.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! MY HOLIDAYS ARE BORING. to the max.&lt;br /&gt;okay here's what i do everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00pm- Alarm wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;8.40pm- I get up, pissed that i woke up 40mins later.&lt;br /&gt;9.30- I come out of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;10-1pm - I play the comp&lt;br /&gt;1-3pm- Eating lunch and playing the comp and smsing.&lt;br /&gt;3pm-4pm- Teaching my maid how to use the comp. and msn.&lt;br /&gt;4-5pm- Playing comp, watching tv, or smsing.&lt;br /&gt;5pm- Bug my maid to go check the mail to see if my westlife dvd has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;5.10- Serious tantrums and mood swings. No sign of westlife dvd.&lt;br /&gt;5.10-5.30- Go on Facebook and get reminded of my BEAUTIFULL mouthpiece:D&lt;br /&gt;5.30-6.30- TV DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;6.30-7.30- Dinner, and comp.&lt;br /&gt;7.30-8pm- Comp&lt;br /&gt;8-10- Work, talking to mum and dad and asking where my bro went again, tv, and a little bit of comp&lt;br /&gt;10-11- TV DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;11-11.20- Dazing in bed or smsing.&lt;br /&gt;11.20- Set alarm at 8pm. Fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING?! YES, EXTREMELY. i need to get a life. i should go out jogging. OMG I SHOULD! YES I SHOULD! i'm going to go jogging tomorrow! AND I'M COLLECTING MY PASSPORT WITH MY DAD! HOOOORAY! AND I'M HAVING TUITION! AWESOME. busy day. finally. going to call dorcas to go jogging with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sad, i'm taking pictures of everything i eat. so i can send them in a letter to jodie to convince her to come to singapore. i seriously have no idea what's 'singapore noodles' they're selling in the uk. laksa? mee siam? o.o no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!%$#$(%^#@(&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;$ THE MERCHANT OF VENICE BOOK IS RIGHT ON MY TABLE! and i haven't read it! or animal farm. i need to do well in lit next year! that's the only thing i think i can do well in. i am SO SURE my math is gonna improve by leaps and bounds. i've been studying hard. doing hundreds of sums. i bet it's gonna improve. hopefully i won't be the last in class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, what should i do now? shit, i haven't gone shopping in ages. okay, i went shopping last saturday with my mum, my bro and his girlfriend eunice. i bought a pair of jeans from Desigual. My bro bought a couple of shirts which both eunice and i think are ugly. too loud! but he says he's very loud, so it suits him. oh well. i found his suuuuper nice shirt from Desigual, but my bro says it's friggin ugly. grrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious withdrawal symptoms. where's my '10 years of westlife' dvd?!?!?!?!? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR 10 DAYS DAMMIT. I WILL COMPLAIN LIKE HELL AFTER WAITING FOR 14 DAYS. they said PLEASE DO NOT CONTACT THEM IF IT HASN'T ARRIVED BEFORE 14 DAYS. ONLY AFTER THAT THEN CONTACT THEM. AFTER 14 DAYS IT'S PROBABLY IN HMV STORES IN SINGAPORE, SO WHAT'S THE POINT OF ORDERING ONLINE?!!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-433341540977752579?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/433341540977752579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=433341540977752579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/433341540977752579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/433341540977752579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-stand-it-anymore-my-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7821860591378047269</id><published>2008-12-02T00:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:23:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT A NEW MOUTHPIECE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's mr. tan's mouthpiece to be precise. AND HE GAVE IT TO MEEEE!! haha, no he didn't. he lent it to me until i can get used to his mouthpiece. then i don't know what happens when i do. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but his mouthpiece... IS AWESOME. seriously. it's so shiny, it's so big. i think i sound a little better. but i need wayyy more air i think. i couldn't even reach high C?! so embarrassing. hahahahahahah. i'm just so high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIS/MY MOUTHPIECE! it's so shinyyyyyy.. so biggggggggggg. so unscratched. so nice. so light. so AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7821860591378047269?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7821860591378047269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7821860591378047269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7821860591378047269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7821860591378047269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-new-mouthpiece-well-its-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6360408003093387816</id><published>2008-11-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:04:12.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE DRAKE AND JOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're shit funny. but besides that, watching drake and josh always brings me lots of memories. i remember watching it when i was pri.5, in fact rushing back to tuition just to watch it. when i've had the worst day ever, i laugh like shit and my parents laugh at me laughing so hard. sighhhhhhhhhhhh. lots and lots of memories, somehow. watching powerpuff girls doesn't even bring me that good memories! and i LOVE powerpuff girls. and dexter's lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is so random. i'm starting to play maple again. it's so funny, watching all those sad twits twitting on maple. oh well. i'm just bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6360408003093387816?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6360408003093387816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6360408003093387816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6360408003093387816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6360408003093387816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-drake-and-josh-theyre-shit-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7713864635407034038</id><published>2008-11-30T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:54:57.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekends have been really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started rehearsing the songs for the laos mission trip today. i've got 32 hymns to master in two weeks. and i think i've mastered... 10 already? i just really loved playing those hymns. somehow. omg i'm back to what i used to do when i was a kid. listen to 'shine jesus shine', just that the lyrics are wayyy more meaningful now. and the power of your love too. i'm actually looking forward to the mission trip. think it's gonna be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY IS THE EGO DAYYYYYYY!!!!:D:D:D:D:D:D:D see, i'm still egoing about it. and i learnt something too. everybody's jaws are different O.O random but yeah.. i always thought our jaws were all the same. the health ed book in pri.5 or something used to say something like that! oh well, now i know why i always fail health ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. had church. then there was this debate and the topic was: Can christians date non-christians? at first look, it seems so shallow and simple. but it's actually a topic worth to debate about. there's no can or cannot, but i think it's not encouraged. my stand has always been as such. my brother was the lsat speaker. everybody's jaw dropped at his speech. sighhhhh, i've lots to do to become like him. but that debate left and impression on me. that's why i finally wrote about an event in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, had piano rehearsal. went there with lydia,chaowang and jongchi. met vincent. then went up together. very, very boring rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like a boring sunday, but the fact that i spent so little time on the computer really made me happy:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT I'M STILL EGOING FROM SATURDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7713864635407034038?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7713864635407034038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7713864635407034038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7713864635407034038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7713864635407034038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekends-have-been-really-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2808235507284612769</id><published>2008-11-28T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:14:08.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slacking on the comp, trying to get myself to exercise but failing terribly, and doing soul-searching:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cellphone off?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, not at all. But it's mostly flat, so it doesn't make a difference i guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came out of the bathroom. I remember that so clearly, CAUSE I WAS PISSED I FINISHED BATHING ONLY AT 10AM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ages ago. I don't cry. :O:O maybe last week :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually don't know the meaning of fate and destiny lol. but based on my own definition i think it's a no. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. What do you want in your life now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some discipline and motivation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Are you wearing anything borrowed from someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, the only thing i always borrow is money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The DaVinci Code on the internet, if that counts. but a proper movie would be Madagascar 2:D love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Who always makes you laugh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANT AND DEC! JODIE! FIORINA! and band mates, when i'm feeling high:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Do you speak languages other then english?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese, used to speak a little bit of french. je parle francais:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Favourite websites?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOUTUBE! WESTLIFE FORUM(best place on earth). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna try and go jogging, collect passport, rehearse for the laos mission trip and tuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. What do you think you are like?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naive, temperamental, hyper and lame and weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can westlife be a choice? if not, probably dorcas. or my bro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Where have you been today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nowhere, sad isn't it? OH WAIT! i've been to tuition at Sixth Avenue. and went to Guthrie House to buy some ribs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. What game do you play often?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't play games. Maybe Maplestory?:P the people there are losers. so fun to play with. haahahhahahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JODIEEEEE!! who's in the uk, having school now. and when i fall asleep, she just comes back from school:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. If you had to choose between a friend or a lover, who will you choose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm friggin mean. but i think a lover. but i've never had one, so how would i know? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. What are you doing now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lame =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHIJ-OLGC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;only 3?!?!?!? orange, green, blue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. What emoticon do you like to show?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D or :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. What is your life to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;try to.... solve it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. What do you do when you’re moody?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snap at people. And be very rude to my maid:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't know. whenever i'm ready? if not, 25-26:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Who is the most important to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. If today is the last day of your life, what would you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think 'HOLY SHIT!' in my mind. and write everyone i love a letter and ask somebody to help me post them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dorcas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Literally? Duh. i have seen them okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. If you had a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEING BRITISH:D or... seing westlife! nah, being british is better! if i'm british, i can see westlife! and ant and dec. and jude law. and jonathan ross. and simon cowell. and diana vickers and alexandra burke. !!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 33. What is your goal for next year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More disciplined, more self-control. DO BETTER ACADEMICALLY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's eternal love btw. hahahahahaha. uh yes i guess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY!! or EXCITEMENT!!:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loneliness, or confusion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. You like doing quizzes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Do you believe in God?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. What do you think is the most important in your life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Knowing my purpose in life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything I've got. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shouting at my father that i don't want to be a useless man like him:( still regretting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. What would you do if nobody cared for you any longer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IMPOSSIBLE! hahaha so ego. uhhh, if it really happens which i know it won't, i'll just cry for ages. then get on living. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. What if your girlfriend/boyfriend two-timed you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARD!' is what i'll be thinking in my mind. slap him across the face. listen to his explanation a day later. If it still really sucks, goodbye two-timer. i'm not being vulgar! it's truee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tagged by fiorina. not tagging anybody. i hate quizzes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2808235507284612769?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2808235507284612769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2808235507284612769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2808235507284612769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2808235507284612769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8718876836678816280</id><published>2008-11-27T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:14:18.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to correct my post. i did not quarrel with my mum. it started out as a heated argument. and went on to a proper quarrel, and then i tried to resolve it into a heart to heart talk but failed terribly, tried to turn it to a heated talk which still failed, and then i just slammed the door. after i said 'will you listen to me, mummy?!' and she said 'no' and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it really wasn't a quarrel. at least i tried not to make it into one. i'm trying to improve on myself. and look at her. okay no, that's just plain bitching. okay i'm trying to improve on myself, but i don't think she is. i don't need to see her trying, whatever she does just tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, WHY THE HELL AM I STILL TALKING ABOUT HER. i promised myself to calm down and not talk about her. and do proper work. and i failed. god I WILL STOP TALKING ABOUT HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8718876836678816280?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8718876836678816280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8718876836678816280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8718876836678816280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8718876836678816280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-correct-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4994813577011387539</id><published>2008-11-27T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:02:08.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay another quarrel with my mum. and no, i'm not gonna swear. i've already promised myself not to swear when i'm pissed. and i've been doing pretty good at it! i think the last time i sweared was ages ago. i think. good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely pissed right now. i'm not swearing! haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all she does is complain to her dear husband who in fact, isn't listening to anything she's saying. see, that's what i mean by having too much to say! i keep trying to tell her, and she's not listening. she has so much to say. too much. she wants so much control. and she is so sarcastic. you know what, i'm just simplifying this whole matter in a few sentences. so i won't break down in tears again. or type out an uber long blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this quarrel is way worse than the last one. but i'm seriously trying to have some anger management. but the thought of her still thinking she's right and telling everybody pisses me off more. it pisses me off more than quarrelling with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM = EMILY OF EMERALD HILL(modern version)&lt;br /&gt;ME= OPPOSITE OF RICHARD.&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER= WORSE OPPOSITE OF RICHARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why she's going mad faster than emily really is. strange why both my brother and i don't turn out like richard. we're probably have brains to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother's still pissed with me. over stupid piano scoresheets. and my attitude towards him. why does everyone in the family think i'm starting to have an attitude? i have NEVER.EVER attituded with my brother. why would i? only when he's being an idiot. i seriously would never consider being a fucker with my brother. cause he's just..  i don't know. i just don't. my mum is losing her mind, so i'll just leave her be for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, no 10 oclock dramas in the room. if i was a violent brainless asshole, i would've either:&lt;br /&gt;1. slap her&lt;br /&gt;2.kick up a fuss and leave the bloody house&lt;br /&gt;3.be throwing things about now&lt;br /&gt;4. slap her more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i'm not a violent brainless asshole. although the slapping her thought came across my mind. i never had to restrain myself. cause the thought was immediately cancelled. i would kill myself if i ever dared slap her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother would sooner or later slap her. he said so many freaking hurtful things that's really probably slapping her in the face a million times. and the only reason she hasn't woken up? she's just like emily! deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scanning this post for swear words. i barely see any!! omg at least a little sense of achievement there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only stupid people would call this bitching about my mum. i am not bitching about my mum. i do not bitch about my mum. and i rarely bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4994813577011387539?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4994813577011387539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4994813577011387539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4994813577011387539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4994813577011387539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-another-quarrel-with-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5731271763156404888</id><published>2008-11-25T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:58:22.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LALALA SPAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5731271763156404888?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5731271763156404888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5731271763156404888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5731271763156404888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5731271763156404888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalala-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8009293161067926100</id><published>2008-11-25T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:57:38.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmmm, let's see what should i talk about. oh yes, BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was weirdly weird yesterday. that marvin guy took us. shit i need to stop saying 'that marvin guy', it's mr. khoo. omg the surname 'khoo' sounds sooo 40s. like he's so old or something. he's only 25 in fact, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay band was satisfying and a little strange. especially the breathing through your diaghram part. okay i have no idea how to spell diaghram. yeah so marvin went around to each person and asked them to breathe to see if they're breathing through the diaphragm(i think that's the correct spelling). and when he got to me, i had trouble breathing through my diaphragm. dammit. he had to ask me to 're-breathe' like what, 20 times?! then he finally got the trombone mute and pressed it against my stomach and asked me to breathe. very, very weird. and pretty embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but band after that was satisfying! i didn't talk, i didn't get called out for a bad reason like to shut up or something, i could play the notes, and so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG I DIDN'T KNOW DESOUZA SMOKES!! :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;janine was telling me that's why his teeth are yellow, i never noticed that! omg i can't believe he smokes. and i heard marvin too. :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah so i got home and quarrelled with my brother over score sheets and being a useless pianist and for i don't know what reason, but i was angry the whole night. i desperately needed something to stomp on and smash. ANGER MANAGEMENT. and then i received and email saying that the croke park dvd is being sent. so i got a little happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THIS MORNING TO REALISE THAT I WOKE UP AT 10 REALLY PISSED ME OFF. i hate waking up late, i need to wake up early! i don't know why. when you wake up at 10 you feel that half the day is gone or something. so i normally get up at 8 or 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found out that rhydian's debut album is at number 3 in the charts right now even with Guns N Roses and The Killers releasing their albums on the same day. awesome. well obviously, The Killers are at number 1 and GNR's at number 2. GO RHYDIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have piano class at 5.45-6.45, terrible timing! i'm gonna miss my 5.30 drama. i'm so happy i have proof that i'm not white-washed. i watch chinese and hongkong dramas and i love them! well this 5.30 drama's not so good. but the 10pm hk one is awesome. love it. oh and the way brits say awesome is just weird. awesome isn't a british word, it's so american and it's so weird how the brits say it. they literally pronounce it was 'awww-soum' weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's full of randomness. i need to eat lunch now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8009293161067926100?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8009293161067926100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8009293161067926100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8009293161067926100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8009293161067926100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmmm-lets-see-what-should-i-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1752832436251499423</id><published>2008-11-20T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:10:34.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn, see why've i been posting so much in one day. THIS IS THE THIRD POST. i'm super uber bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been talking to leanne. and i'm so super pissed. well not pissed. it's annoyed. i used to be ego about how good i am at music. okay, fine, VERY EGO. now, i'm like, exactly which part of music am i good at? and i don't know. i don't see any part. i pick up things fast. but that's not called being good at music. and i'm being honest. picking things up fast is just about brain capacity and whatever. not musically talented. or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I NEED TO BUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided i do want to make it to SOTA, or something if i can. i don't know if this is after band camp HIGHNESS, or is it spur of the moment thing, or am i dead serious about it. but i know i'm dead, dead, dead serious about wanting to learn the saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to watch my hongkong drama:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1752832436251499423?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1752832436251499423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1752832436251499423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1752832436251499423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1752832436251499423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn-see-whyve-i-been-posting-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3094311584010802472</id><published>2008-11-20T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:26:47.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sorry dorcas got 234 for psle. and as selfish as it may seem, sad for myself too. i'm too selfish. but it's true. i realise it's all about me. I don't want her to go to an ah lian school. I don't want her to put too much stress on herself. I know she can do well. I think she's working hard. I want her to come to SCGS. oh well.. now she's going back to pl secondary. i have no idea how things'll turn out like. hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE JUST REALISED THE DAY I'M GOING TO LAOS FOR THE MISSION TRIP IS THE DAY OF THE X FACTOR FINAL. sheeesh. unlucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally have an ambition! thanks to leanne. I WANT TO BE A BAND CONDUCTOR OR TROMBONE TUTOR. i did want to learn how to play the saxophone. i was so dead serious about it, i just smsed desouza. but he said it affects my embouchure greatly. dammit, i'm never going to learn the saxophone. lucky leanne who gets to learn the flute, i can't learn the sax. the sax is amazing, i've always wanted to play it since i was a kid when my mum bought the Kenny G CD and the 'Dying Young' soundtrack with that awesome sax song. and then i've just heard 'nothing's gonna change my love for you' on the sax, it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i go to the trombone section? because that's what my mind told me to do lol. and i don't regret it duh. desouza almost assigned me to the percussion section i still remember and i went 'huh..' and he said 'okay then which section do you want to go to' then i pointed at the trombone section and said 'uhhh.. trombone' some spur of the moment thing my mind told me was right to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;average salary =2.5k-12k. depending on ability. i mean, if i were to be just average, i would be earning $5000-$6000. THAT IS GOOD! like i mean, most people who actually wanna follow their 'heart' realise that their dream job doesn't give them much money. $5000-6000 is enough for me, and i'll be happy. happy and able to support myself. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's settled. i can't believe i'm thinking about ambitions lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3094311584010802472?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3094311584010802472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3094311584010802472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3094311584010802472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3094311584010802472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-sorry-dorcas-got-234-for-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8628929106196074680</id><published>2008-11-19T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:56:30.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i didn't elaborate on band camp since i was so freaking tired! well it was just the adrenaline that put me through, and then it died off and i was back to deluding myself that i was super hyper. when in fact i just slept for 2 hours. well it's a long time for me, i don't sleep in the afternoons/mornings/evenings/early night, whatever, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i love about this band camp. i know exactly what i love about it. and that's rare okay! i'm not indecisive, i'm so decisive, but i just don't know what i want. cause i don't even think! nevermind, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's how the trombone section bonded. and how i'm determined to improve and constantly reflect on myself. i realise i lose my mind so easily. literally, like i don't even think when i'm doing stuff. wenhui told me she asked me to stop skipping and i just said wait and continued laughing and skipping.and janine tells me how i always ignore when she calls me to shut up. it's not selective hearing! i don't even realise it. i probably have ADHD and i just don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so sure that the trombone section can go back to being the first. work hard and stuff. instead of playing games for section bonding, we really screwed up. like leanne and i were so self-absorbed. so i've learnt another thing, to be less self-absorbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but we made up by talking till 1am, better than playing games. much better. it's good to just talk things out and know what each other has in mind. i think that's the way the section truly bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep, TROMBONE SECTION RULES! and we're gonna be number one again:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8628929106196074680?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8628929106196074680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8628929106196074680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8628929106196074680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8628929106196074680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-didnt-elaborate-on-band-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7831130613307769759</id><published>2008-11-18T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:51:37.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've only got one thing to say: I LOVE BAND CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, that's it. like many things happened, mostly bad but it all turned on the second night. and basically i feel much better now, after tons and tons of talking. so i've things to improve on, i get that.&lt;br /&gt; 1. FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm slow, that's bad enough.BUT i need to focus. i can't look down at the ground and be doing my own stuff and listening to brando talk at the same time. FOCUS. and i can't think of too many things at the same time. FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;2. SELF-CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;no talking anymore. no more laughing randomnly during band prac. don't talk back to brando/de souza, although it's a habit. don't keep staring at the ground although i'm listening. LOOK UP. don't talk, seriously. SELF-CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;3. BEHAVE&lt;br /&gt;get back that good impression people used to have of me. from what it is right now, which is terrible. AND BE POLITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES SO I'VE GOT THAT! and yep, that's what i learned during band camp. oh and that sleeping bags are comfy if you're in a freezing cold hall. and that i need to learn how to bathe faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PLAYING THE BASS TROMBONE! that's one thing i got. WHOOOOOOOO! okay i shan't complain and be like, 'shit lah, so i'm always playing 3rd trombone. so boring' well i was like that on the first day. well the first time i heard i was gonna play the bass trombone i went 'huh? WHAT.' i like the bass trombone, but i hate the fact that it's so freaking old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed 4 instruments in a year. out of them 4, 3 of them were super uber old. i got one of the oldest instruments at the start of the year, it spoiled. i got the OLDEST instrument. then changed to Wenhui's instrument, WHICH IS AMAZING. but the slide is so yuckyyy. i probably just don't know how to oil slides. and then now i get a bass trombone, which the thing above the bell is so scratched, IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S A CHINESE FOREST PATTERN! those branches, and flowers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love playing the bass trombone:D better than the tenor ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not exhausted at all. and i have no idea what to do either. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7831130613307769759?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7831130613307769759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7831130613307769759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7831130613307769759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7831130613307769759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-only-got-one-thing-to-say-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1770712348361837628</id><published>2008-11-14T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:24:06.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is so funny how blacks think whites are racist but in actual fact, discriminate whites too. and i thought they hated being called 'blacks' or 'niggers' but they call themselves blacks and niggers. oh well.. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm so basically after yesterday, i'm back to a lifeless person. not exactly. i did 20 questions of math!! hahahahahahah. and nothing else. slacking on the comp. smsing sarah. and nothing else lol. i'm thinking of going out after tuition today, since there's cell group and my mum's away. but on second thoughts, nahhhhh. i'm way too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't called HMV in 3 days, hope they remember me! well they better, cause i'm gonna call them when i get back from band camp. that's the first thing on the list. i've nothing better to do now. besides go on the comp. oh wait, i did watch Kungfu Panda with my bro earlier this morning! freaking funny. quite slapstick, but it's alright. get smart's still wayyyy funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT FANTA GRAPE!!!!!!:D and one small can costs $3.60, amazing. probably if i weigh it right, it's more expensive then a bottle of bacardi breezer. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, i've this habit of droning on and on and.... OH SHIT A BIRD JUST LANDED ON MY WINDOW. shit, now i'm typing seriously slowly and haha i just got back from running away from the bird and now the bird's gone. phew! okay where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowhere. i have no idea what i'm talking about. i haven't memorised colonel bogey yet. shit, shit. i'm so dead. i will right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1770712348361837628?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1770712348361837628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1770712348361837628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1770712348361837628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1770712348361837628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-so-funny-how-blacks-think-whites.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7299471035518482211</id><published>2008-11-14T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:22:10.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, so i'm in scott's house now. while the rest of the guys are getting the food done. so we can bbq together. while i'm here slacking with rey. and camwhoring like shit. first time in my life i've camwhored so much. i don't normally camwhore, haha. wait, in fact, i don't camwhore at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and correction from previous post: my maid says she can't sleep WITH it. not without lol. okay i'm going to help out with the food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7299471035518482211?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7299471035518482211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7299471035518482211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7299471035518482211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7299471035518482211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-so-im-in-scotts-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6840380046409198596</id><published>2008-11-12T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:06:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Life</title><content type='html'>so basically i'm blogging again. after i-have-no-idea-how-long of stoning at home. well, i've not been stoning! i've done 100 questions of math in 3 days!! ooh yeah!!!:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna do another 20 today, cross-factorisation. i've turned into a hardworking soul! not really, i haven't touched school homework yet. and i'm dead tired of trying to wake up at 1am but failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S THE DVD SCREENING OF..... 10 YEARS OF WESTLIFE!!!!!! AND GUESS WHAT! I DON'T GET TO GO! HA. =.= stupid. jodie and leigh are going. they're going to the birmingham one. wait, come to think of it, half of the byrnettes are going. to the london and birmingham one. god, stupid singapore. haven't even got news of the westlife dvd. :@:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O:O:O DESOUZA'S QUITTING! i thought he got fired, ha. but still, sad... kinda sad that i take a long time to get used to a certain person and to feel comfortable. and when i finally have, he's going. awwwwww. so you know, i'll probably have to get used to that new marvin guy, and he doesn't like sending people to bishan. oh well. whitley, bad bad memories. whitley sec school gives me such bad memories of ah bengs and sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the useless bastard living upstairs is from whitley. he stole 2 of my phones, a few of my mum's phones, his sister, the whore who's probably slept with more than a hundred guys, stole my $50!! WHEN I WAS PRI.1! i swear, i could've cried. if i had that $50 from pri.1 right now i can preorder the westlife dvd, or go out, or preorder rhydian's debut album, or... buy scoresheets!:D but nooo, she had to steal it. and stole my maid's ring and put in my closet. making my brother accuse me of being a thief/liar for 4 years of my life. thank you very much, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE PROOF THAT THE WHORE IS A WHORE. the maid finds condoms in the bin every morning when she leaves the house. and they got a dog at home, but they make that poor dog pee and shit in the house and they don't clear it up. so currently, my house stinks of their dog's poo. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i hate whitley for that reason. and my step sisters were from there! but i don't mind them:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm, nothing much to say. I'VE GOT A LAVA LAMP!!!!:D:D i love it, and my maid complains that she can't sleep without it =.=, i just think she hasn't seen a nice night lamp before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've two more days before band camp! SHIT I HATE BAND CAMP!!! i don't wanna sleep at 12 midnight on the second day. i don't wanna do drills for 3 hours! i might as well die. i don't wanna go. but too bad, i've a mum who was a nerd in her secondary school days. so that's what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going on a bbq todayyyyyyyyyyyy!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6840380046409198596?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6840380046409198596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6840380046409198596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6840380046409198596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6840380046409198596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-this-life.html' title='In This Life'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3745363001397854180</id><published>2008-11-05T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:30:21.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine, i have decided to start blogging again. after eons of stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say, really. at first had lots, then there's so much that i'm forgetting half. okay, one thing. I HAD THE BEST HALLOWEEN EVER. although halloween's long over, and i should get over it lol. but noooo, i love halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm, so holiday's are packed with band pracs. and i hate the tuesday band pracs, freaking tiring. 12.30-6pm, hmmmmm, 5 1/2 hrs of playing, don't think i can make it. so yesterday's band prac i finally realised why i don't have enough air when i'm playing 'Into the joy of spring', i breathe through my stupid nose. yeah and some other weird reason of raising shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid saturdays!! there's band prac again, and then there's drills. yes, i know i'm super lag. i was desperately trying to hear that 'CHING!' thingy to start. then i realised i'm always starting late. that's weird. then i tried looking at when people start. the more i looked, the more laggy i got, dammit! so i decided not to look anywhere but front, then i tripped over my own shoes and got more laggy than usual. grrrrrrr. lol but thinking back it's pretty funny. it's ridiculous how some seniors were pissed. so some people probably thought i've attitude problems again, there we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i'm pathetically writing down bar numbers are like 4 songs now. i've written over 300 bar numbers! whoooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3745363001397854180?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3745363001397854180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3745363001397854180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3745363001397854180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3745363001397854180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/11/fine-i-have-decided-to-start-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4308625528602603431</id><published>2008-10-18T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:42:27.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't posted for days. and when i finally take the effort to, something freaking wrong must've happened. just quarrelled with my mum again. that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me to practice my piano 1/2hr a day instead of 15mins, i'm already not too happy that there's a fixed time. i don't get it, i really don't. i have proven to her that i've only taken two exams in my whole life, and i've got distinction for both. BOTH. with 15mins of practice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she's fucking unhappy about me failing my exams, playing the piano lousily, then fine. but i've proven to her by getting distinctions. the piano teacher has said i have very good technique and skill. and it's not only my pieces, i still scored well for sight reading. what does that show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you fucking threaten to... call the church pastor and the piano teacher? and you treat it as an argument when all i'm trying to do is convince you?? and you tell me to talk outside the car, i know why. you don't want daddy to hear it. i always thought the reason you don't want daddy to hear it is that you don't want daddy to get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what you fucking said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'do you know what are the main cause about daddy and me quarreling? IT'S YOU. you forgetten already right? but i haven't'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF ALREADY! ME?! i'm so fucking pissed, is this what you think of me? cheryl = cause of my problems. well thank you very much, might as well fucking disown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i'm so upset when you say that. have you got any idea at all how hurting that is? it just brings up all the not-so-good memories. the part where guilt fills every space of me. 'i don't want to be a useless person like daddy'. shit me, really shit me. this is the only sentence i can remember word for word. normally i'd forget after a few days besides the key words,for 5 years of my life, i remember that sentence so clearly. have you any idea how much hurt you fucking caused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it goes to disappointment. the fact that you still think it's me, is so freaking dumb! it's just plain immature. i can't believe your own daughter has more brains than you. and don't use the 'because mummy uses all her money to educate you' reason. it doesn't work, cause it's just common sense. you don't need education to get common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now you still have no idea why your marital relationship is super bad. don't blame it on me! i'm not being an asshole. but seriously, it's not my fault. blame yourself! for everything. you sound like Arrogant when you're talking to him. absolutely condescending tone. you love to insult him and make him feel like the worse person on earth. you've made him give up on you and not try to change you cause everytime he does, a big quarrel arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ALL you've done to him, you blame me? it's not so much of her being unreasonable about my piano anymore. it's got to do with that one fucking statement. you blame me. after all these years of not quarreling with daddy anymore. because DADDY GIVES IN, not you, so don't get ego about it, you still blame me. you still can never forget. you still love to harp on it. you think it's harmless. you think your daughter doesn't care. you think she doesn't get hurt. you think she's not sensitive enough to get hurt. you don't care what impact that sentence has on me. you don't think about what you say. and you still talk to me after dinner asking me to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i haven't talked to you for 1 hr straight even when you talk to me. i expect you to come in my room and try to talk things out and maybe sort things out, you come in to say 'after dinner you immediately go to the comp, because it is what you love. i'm not saying you can't, but you want to bargain with me about the time you need to play the piano? ni zi ji qu fan xing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for that oh so comforting sentence after you hurt me bad. you love to do that every year. bringing up the 'you're the main cause' thing again and again. most children would probably be angry because their parents threaten them with that. i'm just upset by the fact that she loves to bring it up, and can never forget it and doesn't think about what it does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only two times i'm so upset i can't even talk is when i talk about the whole useless guy like you incident, and family quarrels. and thank you so much, you've just done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't hate you. but i sooner or later will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4308625528602603431?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4308625528602603431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4308625528602603431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4308625528602603431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4308625528602603431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-havent-posted-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3765698562158369594</id><published>2008-10-08T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:34:11.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i'm really wondering why i want to get into 2sy. is it to continue being happy about being smart? to be happy that i'm smart-er? to satisfy and assure myself that i'm able to be smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, why do i want to go to 2sy. i tell myself, i'm born-lazy, and being in sy has influenced me to work hard and has really been a positive influence so far so just another year and i would become as hardworking as ever. but is that really how it would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i want to get into 2sy anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3765698562158369594?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3765698562158369594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3765698562158369594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3765698562158369594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3765698562158369594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-im-really-wondering-why-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-4115968466641435707</id><published>2008-10-07T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T04:12:11.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i feel so guilty now, and today's supposed to be happy day isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i regret so much for not studying. i keep telling myself i don't care anymore, i can go to PE or GR for all i care, i'm gonna fail whatever, i don't care. the fact it, i do care. i care so much, and i really wanna do well. just that i couldn't bring myself to study. and now i regret not having the discipline to study. i rarely regret about things since i never like looking back and saying how stupid i was cause i normally like my decisions, but i'm just filled with regret. i wouldn't ever want monday to come actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all, i hope and pray that dorcas does well enough to come to sc, try all means to explain to her that $200 isn't expensive and it's worth it. i wish and pray that she would do extremely well and go to either rgs or sc, never to st. nics. so it's either she does better than 254 or better than 265. anywhere between that range so she'll go to either one. and then today i was supposed to help her with science, since she has her science psle tomorrow, i was lazy to call her to check if she was home. i kept playing the comp and watching movies, i was lazy to help her. and i wish and pray that she would do well when i'm so lazy to go over and see how she's going? gee, what a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so today's a boring day. done lots of things i never got to do. but still.... extremely boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-4115968466641435707?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4115968466641435707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=4115968466641435707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4115968466641435707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/4115968466641435707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-so-guilty-now-and-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5920586832409346719</id><published>2008-10-06T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:12:59.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy (Complete Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ipZDG6__Zfc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ipZDG6__Zfc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is so funny, i love it! i'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy that it hurts!! HAHAHAHAHA. he has the sexy but gay voice lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5920586832409346719?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5920586832409346719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5920586832409346719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5920586832409346719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5920586832409346719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-said-fred-i-too-sexy-complete.html' title='Right Said Fred - I&amp;#39;m Too Sexy (Complete Version)'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-433462699607461206</id><published>2008-10-04T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:01:01.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x Factor 2008 Boot Camp Part14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FV4ZP3QIufE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FV4ZP3QIufE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:08 to 8:10 LOOK AT THE REACTION FROM THE GIRLSSSS! people do love westlife:D just not in singapore:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-433462699607461206?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/433462699607461206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=433462699607461206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/433462699607461206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/433462699607461206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/x-factor-2008-boot-camp-part14.html' title='x Factor 2008 Boot Camp Part14'/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8238611958359670261</id><published>2008-10-04T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:47:43.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually, i don't know why am i obsessing over x factor when i have geog and lit exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAHA!!!! AFTER GEOG AND LIT..... THERE'S NO MORE EXAMS! WHOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and after exams would be back to band. senior band. oh god, how i dread it. and sarah says that all the seniors are very nice to her cause she knows fann. &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt; and that's not referring to sarah, that's referring to why the seniors like her. and kym or somebody told me lots of seniors hate our batch, except their own section juniors. which is true... i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to thailand! phew, well actually i did want to go at the start. after seeing so many people backout, it's confirmed that we're definitely not going. even if i say yes. cause i think half of them aren't going. what a pity.. but still! phew lmao. wouldn't mind going to australia or.... UK though!! WHOOOO! but dream on, cheryl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far let me see what i've studied. i've roughly finished chapters 1-4 of geog, rivers, halfway through natural vegetation, rocks and volcanoes, and yeah. that's all. i have lorms to study for:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done for lit? hmmmmm, a little bit of emily. just a tad bit. and nothing else. i can't be bothered after screwing up my lang arts 2 paper. i have no idea why i keep putting pressure on myself and yet telling myself i'm gonna screw up. thanks very much, conscience. or whatever the spelling is, i'm getting worse at my spelling lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh i smell crab now!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8238611958359670261?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8238611958359670261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8238611958359670261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8238611958359670261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8238611958359670261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/actually-i-dont-know-why-am-i-obsessing.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8789218600546371058</id><published>2008-10-04T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:02:22.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I LOVE THE JUDGES CATEGORY EPISODEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;there's shane helping louis!!!!:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the groups faces when they opened the slip and realised they're going to ireland. they were like '....... louis is our mentor.......' SHIT THEM!!!! WAIT TILL THEY'VE FOUND OUT THAT SHANE IS HELPING OUTTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and when they did, the girls went screaming mad!!! whooooooo. and that guy danny evans from the over 25's said that 'i think it's going to be one of the girls, i can't see it being louis' of course you can't!!! why would louis be going to st tropez? IRELAND'S THE BESTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they played 'when you're looking like that' when the groups arrived at ireland and at louis house!! AND I CAN'T BELIEVE EOGHAN FROM THE GUYS CATEGORY SAID THAT HE'S FROM NORTHERN IRELAND AND THAT THERE'S NOT BEEN MANY BIG POP STARS AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O:O:O:O:O OF COURSE THERE ARE!!!! HELLOOOOO... WESTLIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! and a little bit of boyzone:( but still.... WESTLIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo i'm at part 2 now and i can't wait to finish watching. till the part where i see shane:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8789218600546371058?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8789218600546371058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8789218600546371058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8789218600546371058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8789218600546371058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-i-love-judges-category-episodeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5361619674871752958</id><published>2008-10-03T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:07:00.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i found this article while looking through x factor news. SHANE LOOKS MORE ADULT-ISH!!!! less baby-ish!! yayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOb5HwAf1BI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CnOb73DhFdQ/s1600-h/Xfactor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253159926915650578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOb5HwAf1BI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CnOb73DhFdQ/s320/Xfactor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he must've lost weight due to his baby boy:D&lt;br /&gt;SHANE HAD BABY FATSSSSSS! yeah in previous years, he had so much baby fats that i felt like pinching his cheeks and tummy. it's not fats. it's baby fats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now he's lost all of them baby fats. people say his head looks too big for his body again. not true!! i love him like that. he finally looks age. not some cute, cute baby you wanna pinch!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for x factor today!! shane's in it! he's helping louis out with choosing the final 3 in louis' category, the groups. whoooo, double bonus:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5361619674871752958?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5361619674871752958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5361619674871752958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5361619674871752958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5361619674871752958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-i-found-this-article-while-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOb5HwAf1BI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CnOb73DhFdQ/s72-c/Xfactor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7446364346814648745</id><published>2008-10-03T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:39:14.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MWAHAHAHA I'VE JUST WRITTEN A LETTER TO JODIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, too random. oh i was reading through that amk girl's tagboard and what i tagged on there. i realised oh shit, how snobbish i was! omg i must've been in a bad mood or something, or  it must've been a friday.. or maybe just one of those boring days where i'm feeling grumpy. i was like, what is that me?!?! hell no, i'm not so snobbish! oh well, i can't possibly go there and tag again and say 'hey i'm back again! sorry for sounding so snobbish one month ago', that's just lame. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like writing an email to ms choo and ask her about the themes of emily thingy. but i think she's already quite annoyed by the fact that i keep emailing her. well i dunno, she just seems quite pissed. oh and speaking of ms choo, i was reading some blog post from a few weeks ago or just last week about complaining about ms choo. and i realise how harsh it all sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really mean to make it sound so self-centered and harsh, i was just worried!! over-worrying. lol, ms choo's still a great teacher and i love her!!:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just screwed up my lang arts 2 paper anyway. i'm probably going to 2PE or 2PR next year. i don't care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7446364346814648745?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7446364346814648745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7446364346814648745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7446364346814648745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7446364346814648745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/mwahahaha-ive-just-written-letter-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1956274098665715652</id><published>2008-10-01T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:58:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MWAAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've convinced my dad into liking westlife. cause he watched 'the westlife show' on dvd with me. i burnt it into a dvd and played in on the telly:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he realised that they could sing really, really well. and he realises that 47 million albums is a huge, huge number! so he thinks that they're so famous cause they're talented, not cause they're good looking. well obviously, but i still think they're good-looking anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i convinced my bro tooooo! he thinks that current westlife songs are better than the older and more popular ones. like 'my love', 'if i let you go', 'swear it again', 'i lay my love on you' and stuff. just that they had better promotion. and that they're okay, but michael buble is better. at least now he doesn't go 'westlife are crap!' he goes, 'westlife are... okay lah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYY! and my mum loves westlife too! she thinks shane's the hottest, though. can't argue with that. shane still isn't better than nicky..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1956274098665715652?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1956274098665715652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1956274098665715652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1956274098665715652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1956274098665715652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/10/mwaahahahahah-ive-convinced-my-dad-into.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2952022786520719999</id><published>2008-09-28T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:07:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i found this suuuuuper nice westlife shirt from the official merchandise shop!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB5CD95KVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SW6HwmKiX3c/s1600-h/cb6bd6e8-f07a-4af1-9973-571f4bb44be0_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251330241845602642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB5CD95KVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SW6HwmKiX3c/s320/cb6bd6e8-f07a-4af1-9973-571f4bb44be0_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISN'T IT SUUUUPER UBER NICE?!?! and then i started obsessing over it to cheng mun the whole night to realise, oh shit it's under the category of men's clothing. thanks very much westlife, for making that available for men who wouldn't buy it. i mean honestly, which guy would like westlife? except if their girlfriends do. and they're selling the nicest ever westlife shirt to the guys??! it looks like a girly shirt which would fit the girls anyway:S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB52XkYzgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c3n7z3jELek/s1600-h/84c2fef9-bfe8-4cbf-9ee9-ec7712706262_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251331140460531202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB52XkYzgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c3n7z3jELek/s320/84c2fef9-bfe8-4cbf-9ee9-ec7712706262_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then there's that shirt! which is nice but it doesn't have the word 'WESTLIFE' or 'NICKY BYRNE!' well it does but the word 'nicky' can't be seen properly anw. and he's the most important guy. and wth, they put Shane the last?!?! NOOOOOOOO. SHANE'S THE UBBBBER IMPORTANT GUY TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah so basically there's nothing nice from the merchandise shop on the official website. went to check ebay, saw lots of stuff. there's this NICENICE MAGAZINE! a tribute thing to 10 years of westlife. omg it's great:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait, i found a westlife calendar! the unofficial one, but it's still great!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB6nJse32I/AAAAAAAAAGA/g7Zips59u7Y/s1600-h/westlifegift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251331978549976930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB6nJse32I/AAAAAAAAAGA/g7Zips59u7Y/s320/westlifegift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;------ time left to buy that:2 days. well that's what it says on ebay anyway. so i'll beg my mum to get that. oh shit i just remembered my ant and dec cuttings are supposed to be coming from ebay right now! BUT THEY'RE NOT HERE! dammit i want my ant and dec clippings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at that! the front cover already looks awesome! although shane looks like he's twitching or something. mark looks like he has electrocuted hair, but i love that hair! AND NICKYYYYY! WITH HIS SEXY ORANGE JACKET! well it's not exactly orange anyway. brownish redish orangy thingy. yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SEE A HALF NAKED NICKY SWIMMING WITH GEORGINA IN THE FRONT COVER OF A MAGAZINE!! :O:O:Oyeah whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait for exams to be over, and see here i am slacking my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2952022786520719999?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2952022786520719999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2952022786520719999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2952022786520719999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2952022786520719999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-i-found-this-suuuuuper-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JPQCi_qI9Tg/SOB5CD95KVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SW6HwmKiX3c/s72-c/cb6bd6e8-f07a-4af1-9973-571f4bb44be0_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-8837979065571426637</id><published>2008-09-27T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:52:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god i'm watching the debate between obama and mccain. it's interesting how mccain loves to start by saying how sad he is for kennedy being in the hospital last night. great way to start a debate:P obama shot at mccain lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks now i sound like some political freak. i shan't be that. i shall talk about something else as mccain is talking right now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHYDIAN'S NEW ALBUM IS COMING OUT ON THE 24th NOVEMBER TOO! omg 24th november must be a great day. it's gonna be the best day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering what to get for christine's birthday. hmmmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-8837979065571426637?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8837979065571426637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=8837979065571426637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8837979065571426637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/8837979065571426637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-god-im-watching-debate-between-obama.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-5155071187448080432</id><published>2008-09-26T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:01:56.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CROKE PARK CONFIRMED RELEASE DATE: 24th NOVEMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! yesyesyes!!! finally, after long debates in the wl forum if there's even gonna be a dvd,after so much doubts and suspicions, the lads haven't let us down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES. okay i know i have math and chinese exam on monday, but i can't help it alright. IT'S WESTLIFE! who can? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna buy it through amazon again. my mum should trust ebay and amazon now cause out of the three things i bought, all of them arrived safely. well, one of them is gonna arrive safely anw. but that's not the point. there shouldn't be any reason why she wouldn't let me order it. worse comes to worst, i've always got my birthday hanging on the bait. or christmas:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's gonna be extras too! finally, there hasn't been any extras for a long time. the wembley one i bought had only one extra. number 1's tour had a stupid hidden extra which is still hidden! along with the greatest hits tour's hidden extra too. wonder why must they have it as hidden. well somebody taught me how to view that hidden extra but i haven't got the time to try it out, i've been studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, cheryl has been studying:D cause she doesn't want to screw up her chinese, which is supposed to be one of her bett-er subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get that croke park dvd, i swear! and i'm gonna order it on the day of my birthday so hopefully it would come earlier or something lol. well, it wouldn't. but.. so? i still wanna order that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE'S GONNA GET ME A BRITISH FLAG FOR MY BIRTHDAY! mwahaahahahha. i'm gonna hang it up in my room:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-5155071187448080432?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5155071187448080432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=5155071187448080432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5155071187448080432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/5155071187448080432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/croke-park-confirmed-release-date-24th.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-436553434184712038</id><published>2008-09-25T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:01:56.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow's bio. not exactly very prepared for it. first two exams, first two screw ups and hopefully last two screw ups too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan ting is testing me everything right now! thanks! cause 'it's all coming back to me now' (lol, celine dion song) so now i'm clear on circulatory system. although i'm gonna revise later on. she's testing me on cells now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY WESTLIFE CALENDER! dammit, i want it. i want it. i want it. but i want the croke park dvd even worse. and worse still, i heard there's not gonna be a dvd!! how can that be? i mean wth, it is, after all their last concert before they take their one year break. and it's to signify 10 years of westlife. and... there's no dvd?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. sony bmg can't do this to us!! not happy one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS CHOO CAME DOWN DURING LANG ARTS YESTERDAY!!whooo! and i didn't fall asleep. at all. i payed attention. through out. damn, she's good:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i like ms lee, cause she's sososo nice, i still prefer ms choo. cause she's sososo good. but i forgot to ask her if we could have remedials &lt;strong&gt;with her.&lt;/strong&gt; dammit! now i've to look for her again. argh, i should've remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better go and mug for bio now! wan ting's still testing me. i don't know half the stuff she's testing. cause i forgot. she's in rgs, so of course she remembers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-436553434184712038?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/436553434184712038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=436553434184712038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/436553434184712038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/436553434184712038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrows-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-3214612631707240839</id><published>2008-09-23T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:23:27.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god i can't believe how much i screwed the history exam up. i wrote 1 3/4 pages for both SBQ and SEQ. ARGHHHHHHH. when people wrote like 4 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i emailed ms choo two days ago asking her about some lit analysis thing, she hasn't replied! i just wish she would spend a wee bit more time with us. i know she's busy with the sec 4s, but we're freaking worried here. while cheng mun and i freak out and get annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED EXTRA REMEDIAL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to email ms choo. oh wait, she probably won't reply. i'll have to go look for her in the staff room tomorrow and ask her. the person answering the phone would probably be like 'miss choo's not in the staff room right now'. god, it's always like that. i wonder when am i ever gonna find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very, very worried now. cause i'll screw both physics and bio up. along with history. i'm just depending on my lang arts and chinese now. which is so easy to screw up. well, referring to lang arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it! if only miss choo would come to class once a week or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-3214612631707240839?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3214612631707240839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=3214612631707240839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3214612631707240839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/3214612631707240839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-god-i-cant-believe-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-7822299186106808860</id><published>2008-09-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:25:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history exam tomorrow. wish me luck, cause i haven't studied chapter 10. or revised the previous 7 chapters. how am i gonna do well? i don't know, but hopefully i'll have the mood to touch my books and do chapter 10 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my classmates, people have even finished studying bio and physics. how they do it? i don't know, i just know i can't do it and i'm not gonna do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna freak out, i haven't exactly freaked out yet! and i wonder why. oh now i know, cause i got holly and toni's number on the wl forum. i'm full of nonsense/crap and i know that, but i'm simply too madly in love with nicky byrne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SENT AN EMAIL TO MS CHOO AND SHE DIDN'T REPLY! HOW AM I GONNA PASS MY LITERARY ANALYSIS IF SHE DOESN'T REPLY?!!? lol, overreacting. but i need her to reply!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-7822299186106808860?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7822299186106808860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=7822299186106808860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7822299186106808860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/7822299186106808860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/history-exam-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-2852022019442873779</id><published>2008-09-21T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:02:10.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my westlife book which i lent to wanting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bryan, oh so much. KNOBHEAD! KNOBHEAD! left westlife to.. spend more time with your family? my ass. you had a single 2 months after you left westlife, dumb. why didn't you just come clean with the lads from the start? and left them figuring out? and they even 'glorified' you by holding a press conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bryan i suppose your lady isn't much different. she's a bitch and you, a bastard. it's not my fault that the sexiest thing in singapore is the merlion that spits and refuses to shut it's mouth' ? how polite, your first time in singapore you know. stupid delta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good riddance, westlife are much better without you, bryan, oh wait, it's brian, not bryan, you're no longer a part of westlife so i shan't be saying it as bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i think i got a wee bit too angry there. cause i read the article where delta insulted singapore in an interview. grrrrrrrr! and i'll be as angry too if westlife don't come to singapore in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, there's history exam in two days and here i am blogging about westlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-2852022019442873779?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2852022019442873779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=2852022019442873779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2852022019442873779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/2852022019442873779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-my-westlife-book-which-i-lent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-1143416933977888043</id><published>2008-09-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:45:51.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was thinking today has just got to be the worst day.&lt;br /&gt;in church, during sermon.&lt;br /&gt;i took my handphone out, now i know that's wrong. but i was bored okay. so i kept checking the time, and then i put it in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't lock the keypad. big mistake, big, big mistake. suddenly, i-have-no-idea-what pressed the play button and out belted celine dion's Because You Loved Me. and because i was listening to the songs yesterday, it was on max. volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went holy shit!!!! the pastor started talking louder to drown my music.  i tried to stop it, but i couldn't. and it took me about 10 secs to realise that the keypad was locked, somehow. then after like 20 secs then i turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time everybody was staring at me. so i literally hid my face behind abigail's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't have been more embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole afternoon after tuition doing my history and bio. oh, and swooning over nicky byrne with my fellow byrnettes:D this love for nicky byrne is 'unbreakable'(westlife song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooooohoooo! i'm studying with chloe and kym during recess tomorrow. nothing could be more boring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-1143416933977888043?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/1143416933977888043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=1143416933977888043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1143416933977888043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/1143416933977888043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-thinking-today-has-just-got-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6907255657940019462</id><published>2008-09-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:39:58.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i've decided that i don't dread going into senior band. wait lemme think, i probably do. but that post was just too emo-ish. and no, i'm not emoing a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so what if i have more than i-have-no-idea-how-many-cause-there's-so-many seniors who hate me, i've still got my section who don't hate me:D and i've got the french horn section. oh wait, corrected, not the french horn section, the french horn JUNIORS. and i've got like more people who don't hate me. among the juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't care if the seniors hate me anymore. well actually i do, but i can't be bothered right now. but it's gonna be hard shutting up and not being clumsy in band. which is practically not being &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, but yes, i will live it though with positivity. or whatever you call it, optimism. whatever.(that's a reason why i'm not going to get into 2sy next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i figured out i really wanna get into 2sy, and 3 sy and so on. cause i'm gonna prove to that fucking ugly bimbo wannabe that i'm not an idiot. although i am, i shall work really hard to get into 2sy. and here i am, blogging everyday. going on the westlife forum, going to youtube. oh i have 5 videos! and 4 subscribers! unknown people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, so i would love senior band cause i love my section:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6907255657940019462?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6907255657940019462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6907255657940019462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6907255657940019462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6907255657940019462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-ive-decided-that-i-dont-dread.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995825458567168427.post-6402198331454181331</id><published>2008-09-15T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:41:13.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i know how it feels to really dread something. i've never actually dreaded something. it's just the come-on-get-this-quickly-over-with thing. but now, i'm really dreading going to senior band. leanne used to tell me how she dreaded going to senior band, and i never really understood why. perhaps i have different reasons on why i don't wanna go to senior band, but it's still the same dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wonder why i'm so hated among the sec 2's and 3's. not say, very hated. but pretty much. i guess lots of seniors just dislike me for one reason or another. maybe they think i'm stuck up. or snobbish. or nerdy. or attitude problem. or eccentric. or annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it has to be either of those 6. i think i would mostly fall into the category of annoying, for most seniors. can't help it, can i. even chloe knows i'm super annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope seniors just don't read my blog. most of them don't i think, cause i don't think many people have links to my blog. and stuff. and they wouldn't be so free. although i heard they look at chloe's blog and stuff. i hope the seniors wouldn't take an interest in looking at mine:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i figured out that i should just shut up in senior band. in junior band, i would mostly be making a fool of myself. either asking the most annoying or dumbest questions or doing the stupidest and lamest shit, ever. but if i ever do that in senior band, i guess most of the seniors would roll their eyes. so the best way would be to shut up, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever want to go to senior band:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995825458567168427-6402198331454181331?l=youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/feeds/6402198331454181331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995825458567168427&amp;postID=6402198331454181331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6402198331454181331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995825458567168427/posts/default/6402198331454181331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanreallyfindmeatwww.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-i-know-how-it-feels-to-really-dread.html' title=''/><author><name>I dont wanna do this anymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106575963679723185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
