<?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-7157078</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:18:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redness</title><subtitle type='html'>christine (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-1745936993469909516</id><published>2009-03-29T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:25:20.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your eyes are the brightest of all the colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secret-saccharin.blogspot.com/"&gt;SECRET-SACCHARIN@BS.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-1745936993469909516?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/1745936993469909516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/1745936993469909516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-saccharinbs.html' title='your eyes are the brightest of all the colours'/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114986728442196682</id><published>2006-06-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:34:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh, sorry guys. I know it tends to get irritating to have to enter the pass regularly. Especially when the password's long and all. But, yes. I'm left with no choice but to do so. People have been poking their noses into my business and their invading my privacy. So please bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, I hope you guys wouldn't give the password to anyone else. Do let them know that they can ask me personally if they want the password to gain access to my blog. Cause I don't know who I can really trust now. I'm so sorry for the trouble and stuffs. But, I think the password thing-y is quite.. fun actually, and irritating and annoying at the same time =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heman talks funny on MSN. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114986728442196682?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114986728442196682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114986728442196682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/uh-sorry-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114985672125916960</id><published>2006-06-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:38:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhh, password's up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who acts as Owen in "Lu Guang Sen Lin", Channel U every Wednesday to Friday 7.00pm is.. cute =x&lt;br /&gt;So cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience caused people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114985672125916960?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114985672125916960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114985672125916960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/uhh-passwords-up-d-guy-who-acts-as.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114974156193962778</id><published>2006-06-08T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:39:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mayen and Glenda. You're both 15 now. All the best Big Girls. Loves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Just like Yvonne, I have no IC. No IC.. But Yvonne still has to wait longer than I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114974156193962778?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114974156193962778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114974156193962778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-mayen-and-glenda.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114969742398969548</id><published>2006-06-07T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:25:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired! We had a long, fun, and amazing day today. I must say, I think its quite.. "fruitful" Meiyan's purpose of this trip was for us (Meiyan, Yvonne and me) to "bond" and to celebrate her birthday also. I think we've managed to do that-more or less-and we finally manage to get rid of that awkward presence that often existed between us (mainly Yvonne and me), for me that is. I don't feel awkward being aaround her anymore. Not that I was, uncomfortable or anything being uncomfortable around Yvonne or anything, but, there was this little bit of awkwardness between the both of us. Is not just me, Yvonne sensed it too. We were really frank, I told her I was quite nervous about today and everything just now, and I was even worried about what to wear and stuffs. Suprisingly, she said "Yah! Me too!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I woke up at 9.30am today- Jonan was supposed to wake me up -and thought I was pretty late. We were supposed to meet at the Pasir Ris MRT Control Station at 10.30am. And Jonan and I were supposed to meet earlier to get Meiyan her gift. Back to the point. I called Jonan the minute I woke up and guess what? His phone just rang.. and rang... and rang.. and, cut off. It continues for quite a while. After many calls, I gave up and called Weimin instead, and guess what? He was sleeping too. ZZZ. And I was early for once. But at least Weimin answered in this really sleepy tone: "Hello?! Christine ar.. Huh? Call Jonan? Really meh? He still sleeping? I also sleeping lei.. Orh. He really take so long meh? Ha-ha. Okay okay, I call him. Mm. But later his mother answer then I also cannot do anyting what. Aiyah, nevermind. I call his house first. Okay. Welcome. Bye. Tooooooooooot." And minutes later Weimin SMSed me and told me how scary it was talking to Jonan's Dad. But told his Dad that he is going out later and everything so his Dad's gone to wake him up. And I said thanks, and he said no problem and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called Jonan and told him to get to White Sands soon while I rush over first to get Meiyan's gift. And he was all, "Orh. Okay okay. I know. Coming." It turned out that White Sand's Popular has closed down and the tent on the field thing was clearance sale, and I've always thought it was like, on promotion or something. Headed to that "tent" anyways and I couldn't find what I planned to get. So I rushed to Tampines Mall and Popular there wasn't even open! So i had to hang around there with many others who were anxious to get in. Once, there were workers who were late and the manager lifted the shop's blinds thing and everyone rushed over but after the workers were in, he lowered the blinds thingy and smiled to the people waiting to get in. So.. Argh. And I was rushing for time. So I got the lady to tell me where I could get the stuffs I needed in the end, to save time. And headed back to white sands to meet Weikiong while we wrapped teh present. Jonan was late, cause he went to meet Hafiz and chose to pangseh me :x After Jonan and Hafiz arrived,-Oh yah! Kiong and I were waiting for Jonan's pen and sctotchtape to wrap Mayen's gift- And we had this hugeee argument about who should get the scissors an everything when Hafiz FINALLY came up with this idea of using the pen to poke the scotchtape to break it and it worked, suprisingly. And one of the boys saw Meiyan and Yvonne on the escalator looking for us and said "HAHA! Look at those two. Going around to find us but still can't. Let them walk around lah. HAHA!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Cineleisure anyways. And I had terrible stomach cramps, though, this time one's wasn't as bad as the cramp I had yesterday. Bought the tickets for The Omen. Then went to Long John's for our lunch. And Hafiz was complaining that I ate extremely slowly and even imitated the way I ate. Oh, and Meiyan and Yvonne were totally, Anti-Mayo. Which was funny cause they were "Eeehhh" and everything. And they'd make this funny face. Headed back to the cinema for our movie. Seating arrangements went like this- Weikiong, Weimin, Meiyan, Yvonne, Me, Jonan, Hafiz. Throughout the movie, I could see Yvonne clutching on to her bag and sinking lower into the chair everytime the movie gets frightening. On the other hand, everytime the movie was scary or something I'd start moving and sitting straight in my chair. SO it was like, the complete opposite. We all screamed a couple of times. The girls I mean. It was really funny especially when we were about to come out of the theatre and Weimin turned around and told us really softly in this face that, looked like he wanted to laugh and was a little freaked out at the same time, "Eh, you know ar? Just now when the Nanny jump on that guy right. Then this Weikiong ar, grab my leg eh. Then I jump sia. Scary youknow?! Somemore, just nice Nanny jump then he grab." Then he'd smile like he wanted to laugh. Really funny. And, there was also this time when Jonan and Hafiz were talking and joking and they weren't on their guard. Suddenly this dog thingy jumped out and attacked the man and they two jumps at the same time. All of us were freaked out in fact. The Omen was really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Far East cause Meiyan wanted to take a look. And while walking there, Meiyan went "This is a really rare sight. Yvonne and Christine. Walking side by side and talking. Hmmhmm." Then she said we really should take a picture of this! And she did take one with my handphone. Oh yah! And then there was this girl. She wore tapered pants, had many piercings. One of the typical Ahlians you'd find in Orchard. I think she didn't know that the guys were our friends and they were with girls cause.. like, the guys all walked in front of us and we walked behind them and we only talked among ourselves. So yah. She jumped in front of them, giving all of them a shock and Weimin and Hafiz managed to like, slip away first. Jonan and Weikiong were not so fast though. That girl squeaked in this super high voice, in chinese, "Nono! Stop stop! Don't go. Listen to me." These were all that I could make out of. The rest of it, she just laughed. She looked like she enjoyed every moment of it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe she thinks its flirting =x&lt;/span&gt; HAHA! Anyways. Weikiong was like, "Nono." And he pointed to Jonan then Jonan just moved back and pointed to us and shook his head. So we just made way for her. And guess what? She just laughed and walk away when Meiyan, Yvonne and me shook our heads and said "No.". She didn't pester uslike she did when Jonan and Weikiong said no. Wth?! We three noticed that. Which was quite funny. Actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and stuffs. We splitted up, the guys and us went seperate ways. And we saw them on the Third level of Far East. And we pretended to not know them. Cause we were trying to see if they'd even acknowledge our presence. But they walked right straight pass us! So we were all, "Fine. Lets ignore them." And we sneaked to the Second floor. Which was really funny cause we went to look at shoes in the end. (I saw this Red Adidas shoe I really like! Its the upside down of the Adidas shoe I have. Its mainly red with white stripes. Jonan actually went, "You like ar? I steal for you." It was at Cine. Its really nice!!! Oh, and I told Jonan I wouldn't mind even if he stole it actually. Only that, of course, I didn't mean it.) Then we went into this really crampy shop that caught our eye. And we were just about to turn around the corner of the shop when Yvonne saw Weimin and she went "They're here they're here!" And we ran out of the shop around the corner. And we started laughing. We practically spent our day creeping around since then actually. Weimin saw us anyway. And we went back into the shop and that lady told us with a smile," Who are you all trying to hide from" or something. Not really, but roughly. Her smile asn't a real smile. You know, yah. But you can tell she wasn't really happy with us. She prolly didn't know they're our friends. Which was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came across the shop I told them about. This really nice shop with many beautiful fanciful notebooks. Which are really nice. I was tempted to buy most of them. But I had to SAVE money. Then we decided to take Neoprints. The guys didn't want to. So we decided to take Neoprints just the 3 of us. I was quite funny cause, we had to sneak up again, because we couldnt find the Neoprint shop on the Ground Floor. And we were afraid the guys would be angry with us cause all of a sudden their mood dipped. So yah. We had fun taking Neoprints. Many shots were candid. But most of them turned out nice. So fine. I quite like it actually. After coming out, we all saw this girl, as in Hafiz, Weikiong and me saw this girl who kept looking at Jonan. She was around her 20s, tall and slim. Quite pretty (in the AhLian way) had long legs. She was working in this hairsalon. And she even came out to look. I caught her staring at him a number of times. Before we left I saw her coming out to look. As we were leaving I mean. And she turned around. Then came out again cause she thought I wasnt looking but I "still happen" to be looking and she headed into the shop again. Weird, I tell you. Really Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Cineleisure to play the arcade. I was trashed by Yvonne in Daytona. but I lost by just that bit. Mainly because I crashed from the very beginning and crashed continuosly. But I managed trash Meiyan who trashed Yvonne. So that makes me the Ultimate. HAHAHAHA. No, I'm just kidding. But the last few games with Yvonne, you could hear her scream, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!" And she chased Hafiz around for trashing her as well. HAHA. She was damn funny. So we headed home later. Jonan, Hafiz, Weikiong and me walked back home while Yvonne and Meiyan took the bus. So yah. I had much fun today. And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Meiyan! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohmygod, I'm really ancient, Yvonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114969742398969548?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114969742398969548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114969742398969548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-tired-we-had-long-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114961127175702541</id><published>2006-06-07T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:27:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pedicure yesterday after tuition. Their schedule was packed and they could only squeeze me in for a pedicure. Just as well, since my nails are short. Prolly going again next week or something if possible for my manicure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Its my beloved brother's birthday today. Woke up in the early morning with terrible menstrual cramps that practically totured me for the next half of the day. Torturous, I tell you. Then we went to Red Star for DimSum? Yah. With both Grandma and Gramps. Nevermind, quite confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mommy and I headed to the hairdresser's anyway. Rebonded my hair :D Cut my hair also. Heavily layered. Mommy had a change of hairstyle too. After sitting there for hours, we headed to Keyaki for dinner. And then back. Will be meeting Meiyan, Yvonne and the others tomorrow. I can't wait. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114961127175702541?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114961127175702541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114961127175702541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/pedicure-yesterday-after-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114934123616982230</id><published>2006-06-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:49:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH.MY.GOD. Just when I said they didn't really "understood" the meanings of blogs and heaved a sigh of relief, my Mom came over to me with this grin on her face and said "Show Mommy your blog&lt;em&gt; leh.&lt;/em&gt;" O.M.G?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked "Its a common site right? Since people can gain access to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, "Yah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "Mm. Then I'll find my way there. Don't look down on your Mommy." And she smiles. O.M.G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is scaaary. Must find out password-protect ASAP! BUT BLOGGER DOESN'T PROVIDE YOU WITH THAT FUNCTION! Just when I needed it most. W-T-F?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I swear I'm so screwed in the ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114934123616982230?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114934123616982230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114934123616982230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114933922927860753</id><published>2006-06-03T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:53:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeks ago, the idea of "locking" my blog popped into my mind. You know, where you have the password thing and all. I figured it'll protect my privacy- more or less, I guess. And today, I made up my mind that I really want to set a password for my blog. But, I'm still trying to figure how I can actually do so (I've became a blogging noob again -.-"). So yah, if any of you knows, please let me know =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents found out bout my blog. They didn't really say anything, but (I think) thats only because they still haven't fully understood what a blog actually "really" means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114933922927860753?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114933922927860753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114933922927860753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/weeks-ago-idea-of-locking-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114917957012093182</id><published>2006-06-02T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:32:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lessons with Mr Seet.I love Jonan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonan blogging on Christine's behalf :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114917957012093182?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114917957012093182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114917957012093182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/06/lessons-with-mr-seet.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114882810863501767</id><published>2006-05-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:55:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late lunch, early dinner at Marche today with my family. Ate alot, and paid alot. Only that, I'm not the one paying. Anyways, dropped by at Gramps just now. Their birthdays are round the corner. Both Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma's tomorrow. While Grandpa's sometime soon. So.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gramps&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you two so much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Tampines Mall to get my assessment books ready for tuition tomorrow. Stopping here I guess, still have to write Rachel her testimonial (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114882810863501767?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114882810863501767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114882810863501767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-lunch-early-dinner-at-marche.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114871335367009026</id><published>2006-05-27T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:02:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a better day for me, compared to the other two. Most of the stuffs went well and misunderstandings have been cleared (: They should have been cleared by Thursday already. But, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange sometimes, how people you once disliked, or didn't really like become like, your close friend suddenly. But I guess its a good thing, cause its better to have friends than enemies after all. And now, I have two more closer friends whom I can talk to. Which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dear's tuition yesterday. It went pretty well. The tuition teacher was.. nice. And it wasn't as scary as I thought. I think Mommy's going to sign me up. Which is also..  a good thing. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for Mommy and Daddy to come back home before I can go shopping.. Dear's messaged me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Meiyan, we're all here for you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114871335367009026?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114871335367009026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114871335367009026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-was-better-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114857057047029081</id><published>2006-05-25T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:22:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its sad to know, even you don't seem to understand me. Congratulations Christinem the only person you thought knew you well doesn't know you anymore. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts to hear you speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114857057047029081?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114857057047029081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114857057047029081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-sad-to-know-even-you-dont-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114854686680847303</id><published>2006-05-25T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:47:46.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, what I want to say is that. Blogging about The Incident is bound to cause much unhappiness to those who are involved/I blogged about. But, I already tried to blog it in.. ahh I dont know. Just that, I tried my best not to offend anyone by this post. But, whatever. I'm sure it still will, more or less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114854686680847303?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114854686680847303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114854686680847303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/anyway-what-i-want-to-say-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114854215035700583</id><published>2006-05-25T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:29:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know what happened. Today wasn't good either. All of a sudden you come up to me and say that you didn't say anything the day before and  you think he isn't wrong. Wow.. I really don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you claimed to try clarifying matters with me. But you didn't even bother listening to what I said. You just believe her. And obviously you didn't get it when she didn't stand up for you yesterday when you said she did. To think you actually trust her so much. I don't get you. Meiyan, Yvonne and me tried to explain. But did you listen? No. And I really don't mean to use that harsh tone on you. But, you just refused to listen. So, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked just as much. I really don't wish to talk about it anymore. And anyway, you won't get anything out of them even if you ask her. She just wants me to play Mr. Badguy. Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for taking it out on you. I know you wanted to help. But I was just too pissed. I'm sorry for telling you to talk to me only when you get home. But at that point, it was pointless. Cause nothing could get into me. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114854215035700583?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114854215035700583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114854215035700583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114847147290524028</id><published>2006-05-24T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:51:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's been a bad day. Very bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114847147290524028?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114847147290524028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114847147290524028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-been-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114829981950754830</id><published>2006-05-22T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:10:19.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore Idol yesterday was so funny. Especially the one about the "nong nong ago" thing. Even Mr Shafie was talking about it in class. He also mentioned the Singapore Cowboy who said "My english very very lousy.. My American very very good (with the "American" accent some more.)". And Mr Shafie pointed out to us that, the languag America use is.. English. So come to think about it, he (S.C) makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had difficulty getting out of bed today. Sat through lessons feeling extremely tired. I have no idea why. I mean, I slept at 12 and its an hour earlier than my usual Sunday bedtime. Anyways, I was trying to listen in class, when my back started to ache and everything. Even now, my back still hurts. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 (minority) gathered in 3.5 classroom today after school to discuss about the June holidays 2.5 chalet we're holding. Only for a short while, but yah. I guess its settled on the NTUC bungalow (the one in front of Wild wild wet), cause its bigger? Since its a bungalow. We all agreed that Aranda chalet's clean. But the chalet's costly and small. Changi, forget it. Its location is already, probably one of the worse locations you can ever hold your chalet at. And, the chalet's.. old (since the WW2 times I think), and dirty. Even thought its big and cheap (only $60 for 4days3nights!) but, no. Its just out of the way. Even walking downhill takes probably 15-30 minutes. And we're not going to risk the chance of being chased by a dog again. The only thing we've not decided on's the length of the chalet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fort Minor - Where'd You Go Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit,&lt;br /&gt;and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself try and stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin',&lt;br /&gt;at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Hallowe'en with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;Anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you'll can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114829981950754830?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114829981950754830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114829981950754830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/singapore-idol-yesterday-was-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114813468544851740</id><published>2006-05-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:18:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. Blogger cheated my feelings. It ate up my previous post. There goes the lyrics I posted previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to understand you.. And I probably never will anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;www.colinandkero.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seems like its been forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleasecomebackhome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114813468544851740?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114813468544851740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114813468544851740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114793303444803595</id><published>2006-05-18T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:17:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess everyone's out. Or at least most of the people are out. Since there's no school today, in lieu of the elections. But yah.I just completed another Math exercise. If I continue like that daily I am so sure I'm going to pass the rest of my Math tests/exams. I hope, and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unable to use the computer. Currently at my Mom's desktop. And I've completed two storybooks so far (out of the 5 that I bought on Sunday), 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's suprisingly good recently -minus the spammers, that is. Gotta get back to studying and revising Math, and other weaker subjects. Results are so not ideal. I've failed 3 already I think. I can't afford to fail anymore. Oh my God. Wait a minute. I think I've failed 4. Shit. Shit. SHIT! OMG, OMG! Nononono. I failed 5 already! Oh God! And I haven't realised I've failed that many subjects. Even though I'm not like, the only failure n class. But I stll failed. Though I've failed by 1 and a half marks for Chemistry (which come to think of it, is kinda incredible and suprising), I still failed and its another subject down. Oh no... Somebody help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... my stomach just growled. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll most probably be changing my blogskin when my computer's done and I'm back to blogging, on the regular basis. Possibly, something more.. simple, plain and nice? I don't know. I'll just pick whatever I like best. Um, I think thats what you're supposed to do anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. And I am trying to cut down on vulgularities. So, I'm not allowed to use f*ck and stuffs. Which I was never allowed to use anyways. And I'm not allowed to point the finger at anyone also. Oh, and guess what? My brother's just returned from school! Okay. Stopping here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114793303444803595?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114793303444803595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114793303444803595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-guess-everyones-out.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114784689719535487</id><published>2006-05-17T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:29:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging (properly, I mean) for over a month I guess. I think my com crashed or something. All I know is its been hit with Trojan. And yes, I know many events (unfortunately, nothing worth being joyous about them) are taking place at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads to say about them, but I have no idea how I should put it. So I guess I'm just going to say little about it. Firstly, like what I said at my tagboard, if you are really unhappy with me, do come tell me. Instead of spamming, why can't you take the direct approach to talk to me and voice out your unhappiness. And if I've done you any wrong then yah, I'd gladly apologize. Spamming's wrong, not to mention, bad. Worse, you tag without a name. How are you going to expect me to know who I offended. Its just the wrong approach. If you told me, I'd heed your advice and probably try change. But till today, you haven't. And you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; assume&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that I won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have lots of things to say now. So I can actually go on ranting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I do not think that having huge boobs's a good thing. I cannot recall who I actually told that she's flat or chestless. But, I don't recal caling anyone that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, your so-called friend has something against me. Is there a problem if you put your bag in front of where your best friend places it? And at times, there isn't anymore place to put it. Even if there was space somewhere else, is there anything wrong with putting your bag with your friend? And you said it for myself, she's my best friend! For heaven's sake. And its more convenient if you put the bag in front of you, instead of some further place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know, what you people say won't change me. But it'd affect me. Talk about insulting and stuffs. Who's hurting who now? Let me tell you, you hurt me. And bet you're someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. that aside, the exams are over. Before we can even take a break, we're getting our results back. Its hard to "digest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings are resolved. Its a great relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. still in school now. so I guess I better log off. The bell's ringing any minute. 10 more minutes to seeing Dear (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114784689719535487?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114784689719535487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114784689719535487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-not-been-blogging-properly-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114646859814120657</id><published>2006-05-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:29:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday (SJI) Shaun (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114646859814120657?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114646859814120657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114646859814120657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-sji-shaun.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114613481365509581</id><published>2006-04-27T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:46:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MYE's starting tomorrow. I've been chiong-ing D&amp;T for the past week. Haven't had had more than 5 hours of sleep for the past two nights. I'm reallyyy sleepy. But its a relief to have finally completed and handed in D&amp;amp;T. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your MYE(s) everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114613481365509581?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114613481365509581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114613481365509581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/myes-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114605321370935192</id><published>2006-04-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:06:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The boys are back yesterday. (: We've all missed them. Its glad to see them back once again. It felt as though it were the first day of school. We were all enthusiastic to see our friends again. I arrived at school with excitement. Jaena was happy too. We all walked with this wide grin on our faces and telling whichever classmate we see that they're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads to do for D&amp;amp;T, and dateline's tomorrow. So I shan't be blogging further, and better get off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114605321370935192?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114605321370935192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114605321370935192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/boys-are-back-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114579088420659280</id><published>2006-04-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:14:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can't find my Nike bag. I searched high and low for it. Went to OG, Paragon and Parco. Shaun said Heerens don't have it either. Kinda expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Paragon I came across the Crumpler shop. Went in to have a look and I found the bag that Joyna and me have been talking about since last year. I was gushing over the red one and she was over the orange. I bought the red one now. Mommy actually thinks its alot nicer than the Nike one. I still want the Nike one though.. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114579088420659280?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114579088420659280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114579088420659280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-still-cant-find-my-nike-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114570222864011746</id><published>2006-04-22T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:37:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. The red and white Nike bag I want is sold out. Imagine, its the latest design and its sold out. Argh. I should have bought it last week. Now I'm so pissed. Its not exactly sold out. The smaller sized one's sold out. Whole Singapore doesn't have it. ): My bag. I was so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the Tamagotchi on impulse (kinda), though I already wanted it since like, last month when I saw it on one of the mags. And I've been telling my brother and Joyna about it. I bought it to make me feel slightly better. But I'd rater give up the Tamagotchi for the bag! ): I still wat thaaaat bag. Just that bag, yah. Though the Tamagotchi did make me feel slightly better. I still feel like I've suffered a great loss cause I don't have that bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114570222864011746?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114570222864011746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114570222864011746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114563575773120502</id><published>2006-04-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:09:17.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yah. I want to buy tamagotchi also! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114563575773120502?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114563575773120502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114563575773120502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114563381729340360</id><published>2006-04-21T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:37:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging nowadays seems.. how to say. Its just, distant? Something like that. I sure miss blogging often/daily. But, exams are round the corner! Must start mugging. MUST MUST start now. As a matter of fact, now's already too late. Way too late. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Much happened over the past week. I just recovered from my fever. I passed it to my brother and Mommy now -.-" I think its due to the weather. Cause my neighbours' sick as well. Bad weather. Take care people. Exams are round the corner and.. yah, its not a good idea to fall ill during the exam periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to blog more. But I'm really tired. And, after waiting for so long for Dear's call, from before I went for tuition to after tuition (He still hasn't called. Waiting for his parents to go to bed. I understand.), all the waiting's kinda worn me out. (He neglected me for computer again! ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm most probably buying the Nike bag I saw last week! :D Its white and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; My beloved &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh. Jiawen and Joan, you two sweethearts take care of your stomach ( and your health(s) )! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin McCain - I'll Be.&lt;br /&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be love suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;You're my survival, you're my living proof.&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together.&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be love suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be love suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114563381729340360?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114563381729340360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114563381729340360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-nowadays-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114500400835852523</id><published>2006-04-14T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:40:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeehhhhh. Speech Day was a bore. So much for gettting excited -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**MUST MUST complete whatever Maths graphs I've yet to do by Monday, and hand in to Ms Lim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114500400835852523?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114500400835852523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114500400835852523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/eeeehhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114483534519234948</id><published>2006-04-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:49:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired. And to be honest, I'm sick of fcuking spammers at tag boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fever yesterday. Subsided already though. Astrini, thanks so much for then panadol-ahem-menstrual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114483534519234948?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114483534519234948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114483534519234948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114443452390226437</id><published>2006-04-08T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:28:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mood for tonight was going downhill continuously. I was pissed with everything, and anything. The feeling was just like, "Urghhhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Dear was reaally patient with me and was really tolerant with me. I kinda flared at him for nothing. -.-" Sorry Dear. I didn't mean it. He kinda calmed me down and he made my emotions come back. (: Thats something probably no one else can do. Thats also probably what makes him, him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its amazing how the teachers told his parents that we were together and its waaaayy more amazing to find out his Mom told them she's aware and she kind of approves of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my fears have pushed you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts you stole from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114443452390226437?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114443452390226437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114443452390226437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-mood-for-tonight-was-going-downhill.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114431098718905423</id><published>2006-04-06T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:17:45.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got like a thousand thoughts running through my head now. I think I'm gonna explode. That aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really describe how I really feel now. I just wanted to blog. Its a feeling of mixed emotions; Pissed, screwed, crap, shit (crap and shit has no difference anyway. I just wanted to type them out.) and so much more. I actually &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;like disfiguring myself now. And I reaaally feel like cutting my hair short. The kind of destroyed hair (thou mine's destroyed enough.) And I even felt like shaving it bald. Which is totally impossible. But yah. I acutally thought, &lt;strong&gt;thought &lt;/strong&gt;of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want to do now is go for tuition. I just want to. Ironic, but true. I want to sit trough classes when I'm feeling down. Even though nothing can really get into my head. So, I've decided that I'll be continueing Amath classes after Emath. Most probably. Will decide later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I deleted my post I blogged earlier on in school, Just to avoid misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk to anyone now. I just want to sit through classes. And stare, and take down notes, I think. Or maybe if I could, I'd just blog and blog and blog till its 3 pages long. If only I had that much brainjuice to think of a 3-page long blog post, I swear I would. But until then, I'll just have to make do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went wrong today. I sat through class with this feeling of keeping my mouth shut. I didn't want to talk, and I felt really weak to talk. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Christine! How stupid could you get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time of my life, I actually hate. Hate myself. I so feel like stabbing that bitch I see everyday when I stare into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Yah Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Exactly Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Christine: OMG, high five! We're both bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH MY GOD CHRISTINE, YOU ARE SO DUMB, not forgetting lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;when you don't think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy but you left anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know that it's true,&lt;br /&gt;I'd go a thousand miles to get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I could.&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you,&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't make you mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114431098718905423?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114431098718905423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114431098718905423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-got-like-thousand-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114397407343439716</id><published>2006-04-02T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:34:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided not to change my blogskin anyway. I figured out that I still like my blogskin very much. So yah, I'll stick with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114397407343439716?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114397407343439716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114397407343439716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-decided-not-to-change-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114397192977547001</id><published>2006-04-02T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:58:50.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG! :x I just bought my iPod.Like, finally? Ever since my iPod was stolen the other time, I have been living iPod-less. Even thought my mother reminded me time and again, there's always the Creative Zen (Its Lime-Green! :D). But, I only want to use iPod. And, I think I have something against Creative. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I sound so freaking bimbotic. But I'm not. Not pretty, and I'm super-brainyy. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before you may think that I'm a spoilt girl, I paid for the iPod Video with my own money. At least, my mother only agreed to let me buy it after I told her to deduct the money from my bank account. And its a total of $695! And its already reaaaaally cheap cause the guy was super nice and he gave us the best price. It could have cost me up to $775 actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114397192977547001?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114397192977547001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114397192977547001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/omfg-x-i-just-bought-my-ipod.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114386331332513429</id><published>2006-04-01T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:48:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Qiyang. (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to both Fazlee and Weiji. :D (Both their birthdays fall on the 31st March!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fool's Day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114386331332513429?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114386331332513429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114386331332513429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-qiyang.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114370649575967624</id><published>2006-03-30T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:29:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dear (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bitching.&lt;br /&gt;5. Good grades. (Includes passing Math) :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Family.&lt;br /&gt;7. Books. Like Princess Diaries and Gossip Girl :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;2. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;3. Love me wholeheartedly, duh?&lt;br /&gt;4. Faithful-ness.&lt;br /&gt;5. Humorous.&lt;br /&gt;6. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things (People) i believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dear.&lt;br /&gt;2. Family.&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Studying is good for you/me.&lt;br /&gt;5. My blog. (No link -.-")&lt;br /&gt;6. Bitching/Gossiping is good for health.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i'm afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1. Insects.&lt;br /&gt;2. My MOM. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;3. Failing, although I'm quite used to it. But, yah. Who likes failing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;4. Heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll put on more weight! ):&lt;br /&gt;6. Those white stuffs that come flying after you like in the movies/cartoons. In short, Ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;7. House of Wax. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to Dear.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tuitions. Not everyday, but almost. (I have tuitions everyday, except Wednesdays and Sundays!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Read.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink. Water.&lt;br /&gt;6. Complaining.&lt;br /&gt;7. PMSing. Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people i wanna see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dear&lt;br /&gt;2. Dear&lt;br /&gt;3. Dear&lt;br /&gt;4. Dear&lt;br /&gt;5. Dear&lt;br /&gt;6. Dear&lt;br /&gt;7. Dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Whoever who wants to do this. Caution: Its really time consuming!&lt;br /&gt;2. -Ditto-&lt;br /&gt;3. -Ditto-&lt;br /&gt;4. -Ditto-&lt;br /&gt;5. -Ditto-&lt;br /&gt;6. -Ditto-&lt;br /&gt;7. -Ditto-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. See PJ. I've done it. Oh no. Late for tuition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114370649575967624?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114370649575967624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114370649575967624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/7-things-that-make-me-smile-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114370524412223231</id><published>2006-03-30T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:54:04.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Eugene Dearest! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yah. Its Gene's big day today. (: Sorry Gene. Your present will only be a belated one. Haven't got time to shop for gifts. Anyways, I know why he's wearing long pants now. He's a councillor and he is preparing for speech day. &lt;em&gt;Cheeeyyyy&lt;/em&gt; -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess what? KS, Tan Kun Sheng tried to "prank call" me. He called me and started acting like someone else who refused to tell me who he was. And, he's daaaammnn dumb. Afew seconds after I picked up the phone, I already went like, "Don't be lame lah. KS. I know its you." And he'd pretend like he don't know who KS is. And then he put the phone down (I think the 3 minutes he had ran out, since he was using the school's payphone.) Then he called me again, and I went "Lame &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; KS!"&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He totally went, "Eeehhh, you not fun one!" Then I told him his voice was reaaaally easy to recognize. So its really pointless, to prankcall anyone, what's more, a genius like me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He asked for others number. I told him to give it up cause its useless. It really is. He's like. Nothing better to do, stay back in school prank call people. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUGEEEEEENE! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;3333333s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. Gotta pop by PJ's blog. She told me to drop by there and do a survey which I know I've done it before. ZZZ. Oh, and I found my new blogskin last week. I intend to change it perhaps, this weekend? Sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114370524412223231?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114370524412223231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114370524412223231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-eugene-dearest-d-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114362867927983373</id><published>2006-03-29T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:37:59.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God. Christian called me Mommy yesterday during History :D Whahahahahas -.-" I know its not a big deal. But, if you noticed, its Christian we're talking bout now. Christian, calling someone Mommy.Thats new. And it sure is something worth rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. Saw Gene today in long pants as well! :D He looked good in it. Unlike other guys who I'd find it hard to accept when they switch from shorts to pants, Gene seems to suit it perfectly. When I asked him why he was in long pants, he said proudly cause he was promoted to Secondary 3. Riiight Gene. (Nice try, but you've still got a year! &lt;3) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I reaally gotta go now. Mommy's gonna be back any minute. And I can't see the taggy board. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114362867927983373?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114362867927983373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114362867927983373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114334599127499623</id><published>2006-03-26T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:06:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and Mommy brought me for spa yesterday. HAHA -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114334599127499623?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114334599127499623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114334599127499623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-and-mommy-brought-me-for-spa.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114330528597163333</id><published>2006-03-26T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:48:06.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I just reached home. Not really just. I reached home at 12. Was out with 2.5-vers. We had this gathering at Mrs Neo's house. Then we went over to the basketball court to watch the guys &lt;s&gt;play&lt;/s&gt; get trashed. :x No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought the day could not get any worse, my supposedly best friend walked out on me with her other new besty, after this small teeny-weeny joke she played which I thought she carried a little too far (okay, fact is. I felt she carried it wayyyy too far). She actually left me on this deserted path! Goodness! To make things worse, I didn't know where I was. So I walked Qian Hui to the bus stop, and on the way these two guys were on the bike and Qian was on the line with her Mom, so I pulled her away. And one of them went "Oops. Sorry." and he started laughing, while looking at me. Cause it happened that I turned to look. He looked at me as if I was interested in him. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited at the bus stop for 20 minutes? Maybe not that long. But yah. Only then did we realized we were at the wrong bus stop. So we walked all the way to the right one, and Qian was complaining bout how unfair it is, when guys gets it all. They have freedom and all. And she said she wasn't talking to any guy on Monday (Lets see bout that) and she's burying herself in books. While waiting at the bus stop, this bus stopped by to alight passengers. And at the last row, there were this group of Malay boys. They stared at us as though they've never seen girls in their whole lives. Then while the bus began to drive away, one of them actually waved. And no, we didn't wave back. We just stared. At least I just stared. And while the bus's driving off, they turned to look, from the back. I didn't know Qian noticed them too. She later informed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited till she boarded the bus, then I walked to the basketball court to look for 2.5-vers. I thought I was lost. Thank God I met Aniq and Eugene on the way. Aniq told me where to go. (: Later, I had this argument with Dear. Which was not good. I swear it isn't. Anyways, it wasn't any huge major quarrel. Since when did we ever quarrelled? :D Yah. Went over to central and he came over to join us, for a short while. Okay. Mom nagged. Gotta go -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114330528597163333?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114330528597163333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114330528597163333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114310125069255385</id><published>2006-03-23T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:07:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh. Fell asleep just now. And I still have not touched on Math. This is so not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy refuses to give me my line back. This isn't good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to contact Dear. This isn't good either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Everything's so wrong today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call Dear out to accompany me, white i can &lt;em&gt;pontang&lt;/em&gt; tuition, but I can't reach him. Now, I've decided to go for my Math tuition for the sake of Math test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How dumb and pathetic can I get? I must be mad. &lt;/span&gt;I just flushed down 6 panadols and 2 gastric medicine, and no, I don't have gastrics. -.-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now you must really think I'm mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114310125069255385?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114310125069255385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114310125069255385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114308097638185344</id><published>2006-03-23T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:35:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post before I'm going to do Math revision exercises for tomorrow's Math test. Not failing again, 100% guarantee plus chop chop chop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this new link on my blog. Its the ahhliianc0necti0n. They were inspired by MOT and they were originally huge fans of MOT. But later on, were unable to be satisfied because MOT do not blog frequently. So yah. They came up with their own blog featuring mainly ahlians and twits. Personally, I felt they were copying MOT. But then again, at least they blog frequently, I think. Whereby MOT blogs once in a blue moon. But overall, I'd say they're not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Off to Math. I said I'm not failing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114308097638185344?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114308097638185344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114308097638185344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-post-before-im-going-to-do-math.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114307527622489681</id><published>2006-03-23T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:26:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aha! (: Not in school today. Had a slight fever last night and when I woke up this morning, my body ached. And, I can't move that much either. All of a sudden I feel weak. But then again. Christine's never weak. :D And I'm never weak cause &lt;em&gt;"I say so"&lt;/em&gt;. And you know what? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a strong girl! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once again, I'm a &lt;strong&gt;strong girl&lt;/strong&gt; cause &lt;em&gt;"I say so".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uh. Nothing much recently. Only that Christian caught this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hugeeee&lt;/span&gt; (And I mean huge), overly-oversized lizard into our S.S elective Geog class after P.E yesterday. Yah, you heard me. He brought a lizard into our class. And excuse me. Its no ordinary lizard you see in your balcony. Its a huge lizard. Its probably the length of my wrist to my elbow. And no, I'm not kidding. Weiji and Redzuan ran into class pretending they were afraid. And all of a sudden there was Christian holding this HUGGEEEE, overly-oversized lizard. And the girls started to scream. And Christian actually left it at the back of the class. Until the teacher told him to bring it out. You should have seen. The lizard opened its mouth so wide. Its disguisting. And I learnt from both Weening and Dear, that Christian was running around trying to catch it -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like Ms Foong. After what happened, I mean. Yah. She just told us to study hard and not do wrong things again. And as much as I can, I try to listen to her in class. Although there will be times when I am reaally tired and I just doze off in class. But personally, she's a nice teacher. But I don't like the way she describe my best freind to be, in front of the class. Although she has a good impression of me, and I'm really likeable (I know :P). I feel it just isn't the way a teacher should speak of her student. Yah, though she doesn't really listen in class that much, and isn't really putting in much effort. This isn't a way teachers should describe their student as. Its wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr Loh. Arghh. (Oh wait. The school just called.) He got on my nerves! I did extra work during the March holidays. Even though I did it because I am forced to visit the library every week to do my revisions there and I don't want to do Math, nor Science nor anything else. And I figured I didn't really need to crack my brains to do Design&amp;amp;Technology. but at least I still did WHAT. And cause I didn't take down the sketches together with the steps I wrote. He had to comment as well. Like what the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr Loh: So Christine. What have you done? Talking away the whole lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Smugly turning to previous page to show what I've done during the holidays.)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Loh: Sketches are very nice. (I began to smirk.) But, where are your sketches for question 2b?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I did all these during the holiday. (Mr Loh looked amazed :D) but I don't know how to do the sketches. So I had to wait for Mrs Evon to go through with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was expecting some compliment from Mr Loh when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Loh: What do you mean you don't know?! Its all in the notes.&lt;br /&gt;Me(horrified): Yah. But its not the same. The workpiece they use is different. (Still having that horrified look on my face)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Loh: It is different. You're supposed to modify it. Whats the use of making you answer the questions when the question's at the back? Then it wouldn't be answering. It'd be copying. Riight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh.. Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Joyna had this smile on her face that showed she wanted to laugh. You see, I'm getting scolded for doing extra work. Arghh. Then Mr Loh went on to reprimand Joyna. Yikes. Teachers these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when. I think its Tuesday. Meiyan was telling me how funny Dear's posts were. I think Yvonne joined in to explain cause I didn't get what Meiyan was saying at first. But later I did. She was laughing over the post on his birthday. There was this part when he said he was late and he jumped out of bed but landed on a skateboard, either that or a roller-chair and "kaninabuchaocheebyelah". Yah. She was laughing at that. Then again, I felt that most of his posts are really funny. But Yvonne was pointing out the difficulties of reading his posts. Mainly cause he types in a chunk and he doesnt paragraph his posts. But, at least he post more often than his previous blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, my Mom cut off my handphone line. Cause I got pissed with her for threatening to terminate my handphone line if I continued talking to him cause I needed rest. (But I wanted to talk to him so badly! ): ) And when I did, she wanted me to hand my phone to her, which I refused and she terminated my phone line. Going to Daddy for help later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Dear ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114307527622489681?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114307527622489681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114307527622489681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/aha-not-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114269799765049486</id><published>2006-03-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:12:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much to say today. So so much, and now, how should I put it. Okay lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from Friday. On Friday, I went with my family to the Roxy and Quiksilver 30-70% sale. This time, the branch at Citilink. Yah. Then again, I already got most of the stuffs I needed on the first time we went during the sale. So, I didn't expect to buy much either. But, I was still looking for &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;Ripcurl&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;dress I saw the previous week, but did not get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to leave, I caught sight of it (fortunately), but Mommy was like, "No. No discount. Too bad! (and she gave me that look)". ): And even when I offered to buy it myself. Myself. If I really like it after trying on. Still, she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded next door to look at Nig's clothes. But he was unconcerned and went "I don't want to buy clothes.." and he'd stare back at his Gameboy, again. So I wasn't really happy, obviously, and Daddy noticed. and asked what went wrong. He told Mommy about it later on. So she agreed to let me go try on the dress. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried it on. BlahBlah. Mommy said its okay. I personally liked it alot. Reaally alot. Daddy said its alright too. So.. Daddy offered to pay first. And I promised I'd pay him back later. But he said its alright. Nevertheless, I'm still going to pay for the dress myself. Must must save up $70 soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And there's still my phone bills. Qiyang's present, and Belvin's. Oh my my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, yah. Friday. I went for English tuition before Chinese's. There were these two.. act jap, act English-pro girls. Its kinda funny actually, the whole thing. You see. According to the guys. Apparently, the guys thought they were fat. Personally I thought one was quite okay. Besides, she looked quite sweet. But yah, that aside. They kept asking questions when Monteiro was going through the comprehension. And, its okay if they ask questions about words that's really tough. But, they asked words like; Contrary, Pea-pickers and Ecological. Its alright if they really don't understand. I mean, afterall. It IS English tuition, and you should clear your dooubts. But they speak with this fake accent. Wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed the moment they came in. Girls stared and boys.. lets just say, were checking them out. Then again, I believe they are sure we were talking bout them. Anyways, we nick-named them PeaBrains. Because of the Pea-picker thing. Not that I'm really good at English or that my brain's reallyy big. But, at least I know what Contrary means. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah! How could I have forgotten. I've gotten Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire :D&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe's.. so cute. I swear he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?! I was reminded of Yvonne's testimonial I don't know why. And I went around the class today going "Chrissypootine-PooPooPoo." and I was so happy. I don't know why either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear went for his church anniversary dinner. I guess he won't be back so soon. Come home soon dear. I miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lastly, and once again, Happy Bithday Belvin! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114269799765049486?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114269799765049486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114269799765049486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-so-much-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114261517704184258</id><published>2006-03-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:06:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELVIN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 16 now. BIG BOY already eh. Remember to share &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;part&lt;/i&gt; better yet, all :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of your presents with me! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114261517704184258?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114261517704184258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114261517704184258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-belvin-d-youre-16-now.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114249863377563704</id><published>2006-03-16T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:43:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahha. He read my blog -.-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple oooopsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we were on the phone last night while I was watching America's Next Top Model. Nicole won. She's very photogenic, honestly. Just because I went to the website to read bout it, I knew Nicole won it, I started gloating over the phone. How lame can I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to not get envious. Especially when you see those super-models strut down the runway. They have their own way of cat-walking. And they always look so beautiful, not forgetting glamorous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114249863377563704?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114249863377563704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114249863377563704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahahahahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114241020548245275</id><published>2006-03-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:36:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. Its Wednesday. Had Orchestra yesterday, and Maths remedial with Ms Lim for the past two days. Joyna came over to my place yesterday to wait for her beloved. Darling came over soon after as well. Umm, maybe just a little later. But. whatever, he still came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, was supposed to teach Nigel, English. But I guess Nigel was being lazy as usual, again. So yah. Stayed till 4.30 plus plus. Then we left home for tuition, while he headed home. Mummy and Daddy kept asking about him. Oh, yah. Mummy ordered us pizza as well (she always orders pizza when a group of my friends are over. but, there are only 2 this time?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally understand how frustrating it gets when guys neglects their girlfriends when they have the computer ( getthehint?(: ). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This reminds me. When we last hung up at 1.20pm or so, he said he was going to eat, before calling me back. And its already 4pm and he has not called back. Guess what, he's online now. SEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seldom spend late nights on the phone together nowadays. Although we just did on Monday night, still. Yah. Mainly cause I always doze off even before he calls. But hey, he was spending time with his computer/Sally, if i'm not wrong. &lt;em&gt;(computer again.)&lt;/em&gt; And, he's either too engrosed to notice his phone rang, or he received a message, or both (most of the times, both.), or he just can't be bothered. Which I doubt is the case. Definetly, there are times when I myself agree to call him back in half-an-hour and I, myself falls asleep within the first fifteen minutes, leaving him to stay awake just in case I call, but normally I don't. Its kinda sad. Really. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally beginning to understand Maths. Which is good, reaally good. And I'm proud to announce that I'm only left with one question for Maths homework. ONE question. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my MSN nick makes no sense. So just ignore it. I don't know what I'm trying to imply, theres just no link. So... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads of little details in my mind that I want to blog about. But apparently, I can't seem to put it all together. Sadly. Its always like that. I will have tings planned out in my head before coming online to blog, but everytime I blog, I can't remember what I want to say. I'll only remember it after I go offline. whatthehell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, freaking anonymous/es are gone. Or they/he/she has nothing else to say, AT the moment. What I want to say is, people. Stop spamming at blog(s), especially mine. Cause seriously, it just.. it doesn't affect me at all. MAYBE. If, you talk to me politely or whatsoever, in a nice manner. I'd probably reflect on myself. But spamming, forget it &lt;em&gt;lahs&lt;/em&gt;. No effect, understand? Besides, spamming is wrong. Didn't big Mama teach you? Spamming at others blogs makes you look like an ass. Especially when you use anonymous. The bottom line is, stop being an ass and talk nice (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114241020548245275?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114241020548245275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114241020548245275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114217211140478934</id><published>2006-03-12T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:01:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What I posted below is extremely similar to Meiyan. As a matter of fact, it is the same. I think, or maybe not. But hers is about Mothers. while mine's about Fathers. I happened to see this E-Mail Daniel sent me while I was clearing my Inbox. And since my main point of this post's bout my beloved Daddy, I decided to post the E-Mail here (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELOVED BIRTHDAY DADDY! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His birthday falls on the 10th of March which happened to be our Cross-Country. Therefore, I didn't get to spend much time with him, since I had tuition after Cross-Country. And he never complained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                     ***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream.                     - You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons.                                       - You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.                                                                                                                       - You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies.                                                                                                                        - You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.                                                                                                                           - You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming.                     - You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.                  - You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.                 - You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car.                                   - You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an important call.                                 - You thanked him by being on the phone all night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation.                          - You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition,drove you to campus and carried your bags.                                                                                             - You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he loved you.                                                                         - You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him.                                                                                                                              - You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                 ***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114217211140478934?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114217211140478934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114217211140478934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-i-posted-below-is-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114215889874643343</id><published>2006-03-12T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:21:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the March holidays (: Thank goodness it came soon enough, but then again, it isn't that good either. Especially since I can't get to see MY 1.8m guy (according to MeiyanPooTine =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 won 3rd place for the cheering competition. 1/5 this year won the 3rd or 2nd place. Either one, I can't remember, and 2/5 of this year won 1st.  I remember I said proudly (but jokingly) to Jonan and Weimin "You see, I was in 1/5 and 2/5 previously. Thats why they won. Cause I was there. =D" and Jonan went, "And you're reaally thicked-skinned as well." Hahahhaahha. He said that since 1/5 and 2/5 would win, then 3/5 would win too. Too bad, they didn't. Neither did Belvin's Strawberry, nor Chocolate Cake help him win the Cheering Competition either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-Country was alot better than the past two years. I'm darn proud to say, I got last position for the Secondary 3, girls. In the beginning, I agreed to pace with WeeNing and some others, including Meiyan and Yvonne. But, the weather was so hot. I didn't feel like running. So I strolled. And, I kinda went hyper, I guess. Too hyper. And Jonan (Who I met later. I guess I was a little too slow.) went "Thank goodness you aren't like this everyday." and then he'd say "Stop screaming. People will think I'm doing something to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Norvan caught up with us as well. So, Jonan, Norvan and me walked and talked together. By the time we reached the finishing point, Secondary 1's girls had already entered. If I'm not wrong. I'm the 3rd last to come in among the Secondary 3s. Jonan's the 2nd last and Jeffston's the last. I think we're one of the last to come in for the Secondary 2s as well. Since Norvan said he was the last guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114215889874643343?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114215889874643343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114215889874643343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-march-holidays-thank-goodness-it.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114181378509367909</id><published>2006-03-08T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:29:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know Justin could be the gossipy type. Of all people, Justin! He gossipped with Sabrina, Xuan and me on Monday during Science tuition and he started the whole Fashion Disaster thing and we all had to debate over who is and who isn't (a fashion disaster) whcih was funny cause Sabrina was going "I've got good taste and you should see me dress up cause I look hot." and then she'd burst into laughter in which Justin would give this look and say "BHB." You should have seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarina and I started bitching by writing letters and again, we gossipped over so many things( being the usual bitches we were. Sabrina may deny this, but come on &lt;em&gt;lah &lt;/em&gt;which girl doesn't bitch, even for once, its still bitching.) , or maybe not, since we were only talking about something. Right. Just something. Yah. And unbelievably, Justin joined in too. While I was whispering to Sabrina from my seat to hers (then its not exactly whispering, is it?) Justin was eavesdropping all the while and we weren't aware. Obviously we were too absorbed into our little facinating talk of ours. And we carried out this little mini test of ours in which comparing my character and Sabrina's character, which kind of character girls would guys prefer to marry. Justin was our judge on that very day cause other than Aaron, he was the only guy there. Anyhow, he picked mine over Sabrina's. It goes to show that guys may not necessarily like louder girls (even though I'm not that quiet or anything, but yah. Sab's way louder than me) or maybe it just applies on Justin. Still, we didn't take these seriously. I mean, yah. We were fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class cheer's weird. Seriously, I mean, what Alicia wrote (thats contradicting) behind the last sentence, is kinda true. But, we don't have much time, considering the fact that Friday's our competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my phone's confiscated for a week by my mom because apparently, I overshot my hpone bills and it costs $80+ in total and she thinks its high. I mean, I think it is too especially since I think the $50-$60 that i exceeded is just to pay my SMS bills. So yes, its high, when one SMS costs only like, $0.05, its high. Really. ): &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phone-less for a week ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114181378509367909?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114181378509367909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114181378509367909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-didnt-know-justin-could-be-gossipy.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114148304505924404</id><published>2006-03-04T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:37:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'd never believe this. Tuition yesterday was... unusual. How should I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for tuition yesterday. QY then informed me that Mr. SmartyPants* was going to have a fit. I didn't get QY and I started to look at his feets, thinking that, that was what QY was refferring to. I then gave QY this puzzled look and he went, " He's gonna shake or something.". True enough, within a minute or so, SmartyPants pushed his table away, and he collasped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, he was right in front of me. His seat was in front of mine. And, I was freaked out, while the girls were laughing and giggling away. First, they laughed at him, and later, they started to laugh at me, ME. For being freaked out, like people freaked out. &lt;em&gt;LAH&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanie =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But anyways, QY helped him; QY called his parents and updated them about his situation, QY checked on him and made sure he was alright, QY massaged his legs cause he felt numb, and QY stood by him while everyone was laughing away and while I, was freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I held on to either QY's shirt, or his last finger. And I tugged on his shirt often, AND, I freaked out so bad that I couldn't speak. Besides, my hands were all over the place, I began to flutter so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When SmartyPants felt better, he came in and he announced, "I survived it!" which was extremely lame, I think. Everyone just laughed anyway. Thats not all, he then staggered in and he came to QY (who was then sitting next to me) and put out his hand, then said, "You saved my life. Thanks. Brothers." QY just took his hand, while I was about to spat blood. I know this sounds mean, but, what SmartyPants said and did was so drama. Like, he thinks he's living in some 80's century? And no, I don't dislike him. He's alright &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names have been changed for personal privacy, and to avoid awkwardness in any case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114148304505924404?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114148304505924404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114148304505924404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/youd-never-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114137833790256194</id><published>2006-03-03T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:32:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things went very wrong on wednesday night. Maybe I should have just feigned ignorance, and probably nothing like that would have happened. Or maybe, I should have just forget about what Weiji said. Like I almost did, but remembered in the end, which caused all the unhappiness. But, no matter how many maybe(s) I may say, its already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm really fortunate to have great friends, who helped talk both of us round. Especially Meiyan, and Jaena. Meiyan kept making sure I was alright and when I felt down, she never failed to cheer me up. As for Jaena, she listened to me complain (even though I was mainly repeating over and over again the same thing I just told her) and nevertheless, she just listened, and she gave her comments. Best of all, she never complained or told me to shut up, which I know and believe she'd never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know very well I'd never leave you, no matter what. And you know I'm extremely fond of you. No matter what you do, I'll still forgive you, and you know it. If you think that what you did has hurt me, do you think that by hurting yourself you'd gain my trust again? Don't ever hurt yourself again. Make good your promise this time. Don't let me down. It hurts too, when you're hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had C.I.O today, up till 4. We didn't do much actually, come to think of it, I don't even know what have we benefited or gained from this 2-hour long practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and anyway, there was this Sec1 guy in Orchestra. And he was ill today, he's god-damned chubby, and we thought he's cute. not the cute-cute, but chubby-cute. He looks freaking blur. He was shivering non-stop. And we had the air-cons turned off for him. Despite having 4 pieaces of velvet cloths (the cloth they use to cover the instruments, that cloth. and yah! its dirty =x) covering him, he still shivered. Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pity me, I still have got tuition later on, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatthehell&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuitions suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114137833790256194?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114137833790256194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114137833790256194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-went-very-wrong-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114120727130152127</id><published>2006-03-01T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:07:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to blogging. i know i have not been blogging, but it really can't be helped. afterall, i was banned from the computer. not that i'm not now, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped p.e today, again. i did think of running. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its time i start exercising)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but joyna was tempted when she saw the number of people who need not take p.e, so she asked if i wanted to skip it as well. might as well, what (: and i was kinda tired from the start of today. so, we just did. we skipped p.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on monday, Mr Razak came into our class. he sort of reprimanded us for not behaving, and not listening to seet's class. he was making his rounds when our class was so freaking noisy, as usual, that he decided to talk to us after our class ended. he didn't exactly reprimand us actually. he just talked to us, and we felt bad. he said, our class has a special bond, that probably no other class has. for the past five years of caning students, he has yet to see a class where students shunned, cried, were unhappy, till he came to ours. and he admitted he was impressed, impressed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3/4 impressed Mr Razak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;people (: anyways, if we had to impress him at the expense of our friend's butts, i'd rather not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh, and our class jersey sounds great, yet to see the design. basically cause, there isn't any design. -.-" come up with it, soon, quick. and decided with the colours. as if thats going to ever happen. HAHA? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love gossiping (see below),  like i need to remind you guys, but then again, who doesn't? practically every girl does, in fact, even guys gossip these days. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and whats with the Nanyang Poly thing. i mean, its all over the papers, and most of the people seem to be saying "serves Tammy right," or, "Tammy deserves it, who told her to do this, and that.. and blahblah." but come to think about it, everyone should have their own privacy. it is Tammy's choice to what she does. and she has to be responsible for her own actions, no doubt. but has anyone ever thought that, by uploading the 10-minute of sex videoclip on the net, he/she (most likely a she) is already invading Tammy's privacy. besides, it IS wrong of her/him to steal the phone in the first place. stealing is a crime. Tammy is already punished with videoclips of her having sex all over the freaking internet and to make it worse, reports of it all over the papers. it's embarassing, really. for this, she should not be expelled from school! =D i make great sense, whatever. still, the person who stole her phone should be punished. not Tammy, since i believe she's got her punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why do people so mean, and &lt;em&gt;kaypoh &lt;/em&gt;still exist these days? i thought they were long extinct. and even though i am &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt;, i admit. but, i wouldn't upload a videoclip of anyone having sex on the net, and whats more, i won't steal in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gossiping again, ARS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;give it a thought. how would You feel if you were in Her shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wouldn't like the feeling, would you? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114120727130152127?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114120727130152127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114120727130152127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-114007674461968126</id><published>2006-02-16T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:59:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; witnessed two cases of canning today, right before my very eyes. i have to admit, it's a very traumatising sight. i covered my eyes throughout it, many others did not see either. yet, there are some who thought they could take the sight of it, only to find out, they can't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when the two people being canned are my friends, my classmates, Redzuan and Christian. afterall, i knew Christian since secondary 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ong walked in our class with an extremely thick cane in his hand. Jaena and me went "oh shit" together. we were shocked. all of us were. we weren't mentally prepared to witness our friends get their two strokes of canning. everyone, the girls. cried. i only did when Christian was preparing to get canned. i wasn't THAT close to redzuan, but it hurt to see a classmate get canned too. besides, i was closer to Christian. like i said, i knew him since secondary 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse of all, mr ong told the people sitting in the first 2 rows to go to the back, and i was in the third. i saw them, so clearly. they were so close. everyone could see their nervous faces, which they nevertheless, tried to remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class was filled with sniffings, and sobbings. the girls were teary. it was a terrible sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept extremely quiet, till recess. during mother tongue, Mdm Tan spent two periods of chinese talking to us bout whether or not they did the right thing, whether or not they deserved it. i won't side them that they're right. but, it isn't completely their fault either. think about it, every teacher's practically bioused against us, except Ms Lim. she's a great teacher, we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue test was postphoned to tomorrow, cause Mdm Tan said we were all feeling down and weren't in the right state of mind to take the test. we'd do badly, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the canning, mr ong said, "so what are you waiting for?". he expected us to thank him, and greet him. thank him for canning our friends, and classmates?thanks but no thanks. still, we did as told anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-114007674461968126?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114007674461968126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/114007674461968126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-witnessed-two-cases-of-canning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113967745143027176</id><published>2006-02-12T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:30:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY JONAN (=,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASSIE (:,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and.&lt;/span&gt; Happy 12February2oo6 =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the button to change the dates and time? it seem to have ironically disappeared. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happy birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up pretty late today. slept at 2 plus. so as usual, and expected, i woke up at only 1. i kind woke up only because i felt my phone vibrating. and when i manage to reach for it, i already missed the call. anyways, i called jonan back and he said i sound, dead. or maybe sad. i dont know. i still wasn't full awake. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out my family practically &lt;em&gt;pangseh &lt;/em&gt;me&lt;em&gt; lah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I sO pOoR tHiNgG cAnN?)&lt;/span&gt; (: anyhow, i just read my Phantom Of The Opera Book out of boredom, and now i'm hooked onto it. its a faaantastic book. and one of the characters name's Christine =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for tuition when my parents were home. apparently, my brother was busy MAPLING, and he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APPARENTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; did not sleep, again. for the third week. he has the habit of mapling throught the whole of friday night. and he's always dumb to get caught by my mom. so anyways, my mom went for her function/meeting early in the morning, while my dad brought my brother to tuition and they "very kindly", left me at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to tampines mall after tuition at KRTC, with aaron. found out that Jonan, weiming and hanhui were heading to tampines mall as well. managed to meet up with him in the end. for a really short while. didn't talk much though. saw many others at tm too. saw junguang and grace (: yanhong and weiji (: pearlyn and samuel, candy and ivan, jaena! and peiying, BELVIN! and friends (=, oh yah. as well as ks and zengting (: anyways, i left shortly after i met up with him )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i began to start missing him right away, again (:, as always.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh, and its the singapore idol auditions today, due to overwhelming response, its extended till tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;valentine's nearing. but it happens to fall on a tuesday which is probably the worse day since we've got CCA, and after CCA i'll be having tuition. oh great, valentine's with mr chok again. BOOHOOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113967745143027176?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113967745143027176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113967745143027176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-belated-birthday-jonan-and-happy_12.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113955813037404865</id><published>2006-02-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:30:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had 20/30 for my math retest. the only reason why i didn't take it the other day was because i didn't attend school. and for physics. i got a beautiful 14/15. thanks to jaena, and masyitah mostly. who provided/discussed answers with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i remembered, i failed my 2.4 with jaena. ): but it was kinda expected. and we kinda knew we'd fail. cause we practically ran 1/4 of 2.4 maybe even lesser than that, and we spent most of the time walking. and anyways, its the first time i failed my 2.4 in my whole damn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's a bad day. cause it only means that i cannot see you for two whole days )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113955813037404865?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113955813037404865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113955813037404865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-2030-for-my-math-retest.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113911419244205933</id><published>2006-02-05T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:07:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for visitations again yesterday. this time, to my uncle's house. its a yearly event. so everyone were there. and, i saw ms loh. i think. she was an ex-teacher in prcs. but she's quit and she's currently an air-stewardess. it turned out she's my cousin. i mean, its awkward enough having to face a teacher outside school and it turns out she's your cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse my cousin passed me two oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were all about to leave, my mom suggested to watch i not stupid 2. the midnight shows. it was about 9 plus then. so we got some others to go as well. while, the other group went to watch fearless. basically i'd say the show's good. its funny and heart-warming at the same time. it was fantastic. i loved the show. and shaun's so cute. really. i feel like watching it again. its really good. much better than i not stupid, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and even though i dislike joshua, i've to say his acting's improved alot. and, i saw bryan, alex, small fat, camille, venelyn and even hanrey in the movie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO LAME.&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SHAUN LEEE!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113911419244205933?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113911419244205933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113911419244205933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-for-visitations-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113894643939169684</id><published>2006-02-03T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:02:42.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDWARD TAN'S RIDICULOUSLY HOT, AND SEXY&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; BLEAHH. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways, nothing seems to be going wrong now, everything's just. perfect. my life's perfect (: i'm so, very proud to say. mornings no longer seem as cold as it used to, and there aren't sleepless nighs for me now. its been a long time since i felt this way. nothing could make me happier than being with you (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;our wall's vandalised. by the boys of our class. not all, just a few of them. i shan't name them out. they wrote stuffs which could hurt someone's feelings, i think. though i dont really feel bothered by it (probably cause i wasn't the one being insulted), but its kinda mean. and you can really tell people are upset. the girls went "oh my god" the moment we stepped into the class yesterday morning. the guys didnt really care, as usual. the teachers were taken aback. mr shafie then told ks to cross out the words bitches and anything else. which still doesnt help that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still, we'll have to stay back next week to paint the classroom. according to ms lim. i think, it'll be red and lime green. cause ms lim said she thinks the colours are vibrant and they match pretty well. however, i thought the green and red that she chose's pretty dull. i prefered the other bright green and bright red. the ones i showed jaena. no matter, the classroom's still lime green and red (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and.. i know i said it alot of times, but. I'M SORRY FAZLEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jaena and fazlee asked. how many times do you want to apologize. but its a fact that i made him suffer punishment for nothing. i feel so bad. i needed the consent form, which i thought i'd lost. so i asked it from him so i can get ms lim to help photocopy it for me. however, shafie didnt accept it. and he said fazlee still had to stand cause he doesnt have it. for once, i thought shafie's unreasonable. afterall, fazlee was just being nice. and he's punished for nothing. i felt so guilty then. i have no idea why, but i kept laughing when i felt bad. and i kept apologizing like, every 5 minutes. and he'd go, its okay. really. i don't mind anyways. and he'd smile. fazlee's so nice. really. and i found my consent form under my table in the end. he was punished for nothing. ): sorry fazlee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 things i've just discovered (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. jaena's a good listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. weening's so crappy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. joyna comes up with weird ideas and make me malu. especially in front of.. ahem (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. weening's the accomplice. joyna's the mastermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. diyana is picking up joyna's nonsense =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;daddy's on leave for the past two days. including today, its 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3 happy belated birthday grandmom (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113894643939169684?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113894643939169684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113894643939169684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/02/edward-tans-ridiculously-hot-and-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113854295125139555</id><published>2006-01-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:55:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoos (: HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPOS!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at my uncle's house. thank goodness theres the computer (= weening, joyna and me were supposed to be out later on in the night, for a movie. but, weening can't make it. earlier on, i couldn't. so i'm stuck at home tonight i guess. besides, i believe we're all tired now. so, we've postphoned it to tomorrow.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much ): 2 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113854295125139555?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113854295125139555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113854295125139555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/woohoos-happy-new-year-peepos-im-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113833182865578351</id><published>2006-01-27T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:17:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped school today (: fake sick. but i think my mom saw through it. supposed to buy my shoes today. and she said since i wasnt feeling well, no shoes for me. and she commented that she was suprised how i could even worry bout my shoe when i'm not feeling well. whatever.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my shoe. i think. i can only get it tomorrow. or if i manage to convince her later, which is close to impossible. thats, so sad. really ):&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, i'm kinda bored now. many 3.4 peeps just came online. they were using the com in physics class. its no suprise, i mean. edward tan. hello?! that retarded old fu-reek, he is so. god, no words seem to describe him. he's kinda act-cute though, even though he seems cute, not that cute cute but blur-cute. he's never gonna reach the standard of cute cute. no way. CMI.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stoning to death. no one's home now except me that is.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bummer, mommy wants me to go to the doctor. goodness.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably blogging again later. i really have no idea what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113833182865578351?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113833182865578351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113833182865578351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/skipped-school-today-fake-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113826048266034526</id><published>2006-01-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:29:02.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna make a really quick post cause i've got tuition real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, junguang and hanhui, you two are like, more kaypoh than woman. LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lightbulbs =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, pammy practically SABO-ed me to do this. so, i'm gonna be real nice (as always), and do it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;[o1] him (:&lt;br /&gt;[o2] talking/smsing him&lt;br /&gt;[o3] shopping!&lt;br /&gt;[o4] joyna and weening, and ALL my dearest 2.5-vers&lt;br /&gt;[o5] new clothes&lt;br /&gt;[o6] satisfaction of getting things i really really want&lt;br /&gt;[o7] having him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN ways to win my heart (right now):&lt;br /&gt;[o1] no idea, ask the person who did =x&lt;br /&gt;[o2] -ditto-&lt;br /&gt;[o3] -ditto-&lt;br /&gt;[o4] -ditto-&lt;br /&gt;[o5] -ditto-&lt;br /&gt;[o6] -ditto-&lt;br /&gt;[o7] -ditto-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;[o1] him&lt;br /&gt;[o2] myself&lt;br /&gt;[o3] besties&lt;br /&gt;[o4] the facts.&lt;br /&gt;[o5] he makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;[o6] &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3/4's really trouble =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[o7] true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN people I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;[o1] him&lt;br /&gt;[o2] him&lt;br /&gt;[o3] him&lt;br /&gt;[o4] him&lt;br /&gt;[o5] him&lt;br /&gt;[o6] him&lt;br /&gt;[o7] him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN people who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;[o1] er, i dont know. any tom dick or harry will do&lt;br /&gt;[02] OR maybe, anyone and everyone who sees this (:&lt;br /&gt;[o3] now all of you are SABO-ed! =D&lt;br /&gt;[o4] everyone&lt;br /&gt;[o5] and&lt;br /&gt;[o6] anyone&lt;br /&gt;[o7] who sees this LAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113826048266034526?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113826048266034526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113826048266034526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/gonna-make-really-quick-post-cause-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113817401824943964</id><published>2006-01-25T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:27:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TSK. he doesn't want you, ying quan! =D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i know i can say it out loud here cause, he'll never pop by my blog. (: so much to say, yet, i'm too lazy to type it all out in full details.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, many girls cried today. quite alot. &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; so many problems in 3.4, goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113817401824943964?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113817401824943964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113817401824943964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113757252403830789</id><published>2006-01-18T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:22:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy people are beautiful people (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i'm happy! (: &lt;s&gt;so i'm beautiful?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, I'M HAPPY! =DDD  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just loveee being happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113757252403830789?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113757252403830789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113757252403830789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-people-are-beautiful-people-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113703516275674303</id><published>2006-01-12T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:04:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;be in camp today. i SHOULD be in sentosa right now. AND i SHOULD have been staying over in school last night. thanks to my gastrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still, i'm glad i came home afterall. i kinda missed my family. i don't know why. fortunately i came home. i lost my voice this morning. and i woke up because my cough didn't allow my to sleep further than till 9.45 which is really early. and i coughed real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the only reason why i'm at the computer's cause i really can't do anything more than type. i get giddy spells the moment i stand. and i cant move about steadily. people must be wondering "yea. like christine will ever get all wobbly. YEA RIGHT." i can read you guys's mind! =x but really, this sucks. i dont know why. and i really can't talk. cause firstly. allt he ever comes out are broken sentences cause my voice just "disappears" and come back right on again. like, poof. and, i'll start coughing. so, typing's still better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;camp was fun, okay. ALRIGHT yesterday. in the morning, everyone were kinda inco-operative. that the old blading guy had to come talk to us and stuffs. but later, we had our share of fun! yvonne cried because she was afraid to go up that pole thing, i mean. yea, its understandable. i kinda freaked out when she crie.d i didn;t know what to do. but there were many others there who comforted her. fortunately, she was replaced. so she totally chilled. yvonne, if you're reading this. i'm not sure if you are, anyways. you rock, and rock on. ahahhahas. hmms, joyna was all shaky when she climbed the pole. and she got carried up. and then she started screaming, so i held her back to stop her from falling and she had to hold on real tight to our shoulders too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we set a record of 2.4m? but another class won us with a new record of 2.6, so we actually decidced to try again. but there wasnt much time. joyna didnt want to go up this time. and suhailah wanted to carry me up there. i told her i was too heavy anyways. (: which is a fact, but she said no, just come, quick. then ks and zengting told me to go. they said. both legs up on top, you guys probably wont understand but nevermind. luckily and sadly, time was up. luckily, cause it means that i didn't have to be carried up, and sadly, cause 3.4 lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;camp fire. i doubt what we had was to be called a camp fire. camp fire was cancelled, because of the heavy downpour. and everyone were kinda sad. cause camp fire would mean so much fun, i guess. so the instructors were really nice to actually substitue the camp fire with 9 candles instead, i know. its pathetic, but it was really nice of them. thoughtful. and we still had fun. much fun, i had at least. they played really nice music. &lt;s&gt;punk rock!&lt;/s&gt; no, joyna just reminded me. its not punk rock! (: but they'd cut them off half way, which kinda pissed us off. we'd move to the music, a little. not much. cause we were sitting on the ground. but i was kinda bored, especially since joyna was busy talking to nikki. and weening wasn't there, i'm sure it'll be really fun if she were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;christian was really funny anyways. when we were walking to the hall. he suddenly put his arm out to me. the kind of elbow sticking out thing. then i didn't get him. cause all of a sudden he just did. and then i looked at him, and went, what? then i put mine out too. i thought he wanted to compare skin tones or what. then he said. you're supposed to take it. it refers to his hand. then i was like "OH! take it, i get it." and he rolled his eyes, laughed. and ironically, i laughed too. i mean, i'm supposed to laugh? am i not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113703516275674303?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113703516275674303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113703516275674303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-should-be-in-camp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113677439895144978</id><published>2006-01-09T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:39:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick sick ): i'm stuck at home, maybe its not a bad thing afterall. i don't have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nobody Gonna Love Me Better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113677439895144978?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113677439895144978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113677439895144978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick-sick-im-stuck-at-home-maybe-its.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113663678708181512</id><published>2006-01-07T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:28:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the first week of school ended so quickly. and the next's nearing. it'll be kind of a camp week i guess. we'll be having our level camps. and the sec 2's are going for their torturous NYAAs. good luck peepos.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was a blast. with edward tan around, the class couldn't stop laughing. i was kinda expecting some kinda young teacher only to be suprised seeing the real edward tan coming in. he wasn't young. not at all. even if he really was, i couldn't tell.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seemed totally retarded at first. but no, he isnt that bad afterall LA. he's alright. he read dzakir's name and pronounced it as sucker. the class roared with laughter. then he didnt dare to continue calling out names. instead, he mouthed them, for fear, he pronounced the names wrongly again. and when he did, we laughed. and he said " dont make fun of your friends name! " we laughed even harder. much harder. then the boys told him to just call the second name for malays. and then he got totally confused. and kept repeating after what they said. then when he finally got it. he started slapping his mouth and say " okay, call the second name. call the second name "&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he read out "christian" and weiji went up. he called weiji, and ks went instead, then christian went up to him when ks's name was called out. and he repeated the names over, which was dumb and we had to tell him so many times, the names were already read. and he wasnt aware that christian, ks and weiji had mixed up their names all. is he really a teacher?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, physics was fun. with all the jokes he unawarely created. its hard to not laugh at the sight of him. i really can't remember what else happened yesterday, but this incident just stayed in my mind. you should have seen him doing it. it was so funny. i can't figure how i'll possibly ever forget it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lena lim was really good. she was extremely patient with us. and she went through maths really slowly so all of us could catch up and understand. she also revised with us the secondary 2 maths topics we were weak in. i kinda like her, i guess its not just me. but majority of us. i'm not suprised if the whole of 3.4 likes her anyways.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine whats going to happen at camp next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113663678708181512?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113663678708181512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113663678708181512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-week-of-school-ended-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113644991140115378</id><published>2006-01-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:31:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its the third day of school now. today we were made to write an essay on "my feelings on coming back to school" for writing this morning. i was really honest and i wrote i'd much rather stay at home and enjoy life like i did during the holidays. but, i did write that i'd study hard too. god, i'm SUCH a good girl. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, 3.4's really havoc. with christian, ks, weiji, redzuan and friends. its realyl hard not to, come to think of it. i wasn't really suprised. first day of school, we had assembly. and, mr ong made 3.2, 3.3, and 3.4 stay back after assembly. he warned us that he didn't want any disciplinery problems from any of us. why, i wan't suprised 3.4 was included. the class's really fun, but even on the first day of school, someone, at least, already got into trouble with the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that wasn't all, within 5 minutes from the time we stepped into class. someone was already shouting "fcuk you" across the class, in front of our form teacher, ms lena lim. she's really nice, i swear she is. and if i manage to get hold of a gun, i'd shoot all teachers down 'cept her. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the point, our history teacher mrs teo sucked big time! she's a disgrace to all teo's. and she isn't even a pure teo anyway. HAHAHA -.-" she kept repeating that "i think 3.4 is a really difficult class to take huh?" nad i swear she has S.T.M. she's one mental lady. she made joyna get out of the class and asked her, why are you outside. then she made weiji stand and asked, why are you standing? AND she can be a teacher? even i have better memory than her! I should be teaching her then. not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D &amp; T was a huge let down. i can't believe whats happening! MR LOH! he was so.. oh my god. he totally cracked up. i personally think he's P.M.S-ing. i'm sure. just because joyna and me returned to class to get our textbooks, i don't think we deserved to be scolded. he didn't exactly scold us, he raised his voice and told us to hurry up. still, i dont think we deserve that. and its like, the moment we got in class. he asked us "did you bring your apron?" i just said no, and joyna shook her head. so we were both made to stand along with a few of the others who didn't bring. then he kinda lectured us. and he kept staring at joyna and me all along. and he kept picking me to answer questions, demostrate how to measure the piece of steel. we both got really pissed anyways. we didnt smile to him or anything. and he tried cracking jokes he think is funny, but their really lame. and, after everyone left the room and went away, he told us we had to put in more effort or he'll scold us. hello?! mr loh, he never scolds us, not us. not that we're taking advantage. but the moment we stepped in he already scolded us. and its not like, we are the only ones who forgot our aprons. why dont i see him scolding anyone else? jopie, no? he didnt bring his apron either! neither did joycelyn. but did he scold any of them? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.4 is problemetic. IF i were still in 2.5, i'm sure none of these would occur. NONE, i tell you. and D &amp;amp; T 's super boring. I HATE IT! i really miss 2.5 even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joyna thinks that i'm supposed to be in 3. instead of 3.4, yet, because of my discipline, i'm being put to 3.4, cause. theres no reason why i'd lose to weening, since i did beat her position in class, i mean 2.5, i'm not implying anything or showing off. dont get me wrong. anyhow, i'm in 3.4, thats not to happen. yet, it just did. i'm beggining to be convinced by what joyna says. oh god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113644991140115378?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113644991140115378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113644991140115378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-third-day-of-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113521535678584815</id><published>2005-12-22T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:08:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYONE, PLEASE TAKE NOTE. MY EMAIL'S CHANGED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:TINEme-@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;TINEme-@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; IF I HAVE NOT ADDED YOU BACK, PLEASE DO ADD ME ALRIGHTS? THANK YOU SOO MUCH =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i actually changed my email was, firstly, it was hacked and i can't get in. secondly, its a stupid email come to think of it. not that TINEme's not stupid. its equally dumb honestly. so. oh wells ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blog for a week or so i suppose. and i have so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i went shopping with mommy. i still can't find a pullover i really really like. so i decided to wait till i found one i totally like, then i'd buy. or rather, mommy'd buy for me. anyways, at surfbabe, i bought my clothes. that mommy said are for new year. longg wayy to go )): anyways, she bout me one roxy and ripcurl skirt each, one roxy tube, and one puremilk razorback. puremilk's clothings are really cute and unique. anyhow, i also bought my schoolbag. suhui picked it for me, she so happened helped out at her aunty's store. so, she was helping me pick out whatever i need. the bag was really cute. it caught my eye the moment i saw it. cause, it just.. stood out. instead of the boring old pink, whites, blacks with practically every girl in school's using, they had blue. and the blue's just. special. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. but life's interesting and worth looking foward to nowadays. still, i'm extremely unwilling to put 2.5 in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to whitesand's library for homework yesterday. together with aaron, clarissa, arthur and weixing. i went there with all my homework, and they ended up copying whatever i had. it turned out to be them copying my homework, when normally. it'd be the other way round. suprise suprise =DDD imagine, weixing, arthur, copying me, MY homework. i'm soooo honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to my delight, i've only got english, maths, chinese, and history left. okay, maybe not ONLY. its pretty much. but, i've completed most of the others. and sad to say, i have not touched my cello at all since the last practise and i so do not wish to turn up for CCA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh God, please please please let my mom decide that we'll all be going for a trip to Bangkok so i won't have to go for orchestra practises =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMK freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113521535678584815?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113521535678584815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113521535678584815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/12/everyone-please-take-note.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113393588218365756</id><published>2005-12-07T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:11:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday To Dearest S-Jae. And Happy Birthday In Advance To Beloved Clarissa Whose Birthday's Two Days From Now. AND, Happy Birthday To The Ever-So Cute Yvonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was such a coincidence when i decided to link and relink people at this time all together cause i was wayyy too lazy on other days, that i remembered i had to relink yvonne too. so i went to her blog and the first line on her first post said, "happy birthday to lihui blahblahblah, whose birthday's two days before mine" or something like that, which i really really can't remember. and i checked the date and it was dated 5th December. so today's her birthday =DDD i have to say, many misunderstandings and unhappy stuffs surfaced this year, especially between the two of us. but, everything's okay now, and i really look foward to being in the same class as, her. and meiyan next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alrights. enough of school. granny fell today. and i didn't know. from what my brother told me, ryan (my baby cousin) was playing with the big exercise ball when she tripped over it. and now she cant walk. mommy rushed back and have already sent her to the hospital. and till now, i dont know how she's doing. i was asleep when she fell, which is obvious why i didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm sooooo bored at home, these holidays )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113393588218365756?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113393588218365756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113393588218365756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-belated-birthday-to-dearest-s.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113350632117020161</id><published>2005-12-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:52:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its already, the 2nd day of December! In a few weeks time, school will, too reopen. And I'm really looking foward to meeting the new batch of Secondary 1s this year. A few nights ago, I thought over many things. Normally when I say I think over things, I'll refer to relationships, friendships and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time I thought over my studies, and education. I thought to myself and I compared, what would become of me if I'm in 3.4, and 3.5. The reason why i choose 3.5 of all classes's because, firstly, WeeNing, my other bestie is in that class and secondly, many 2.5-Vers of 2005 are in there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that my studies would probably improve, with my determination to study, and peer influence, I'd probably be able to do much better than in 3.4, no offence to anyone. But, practically everyone knows 3.4's this goner class. With certain people in it who are extremely playful and mischievous, there'll be much trouble and, I doubt we'll be able to study in an environment like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do regret, for not requesting for a transfer of class to 3.5 while I could appeal. Now its all too late, still, I try my best to accept the fact that I am now in 3.4, not that I haven't. But I need strong determination to study really hard. And not let the environment and whats going on affect me. And I know, many of my friends, like Aaron and others, would too wish that I can improve and excel. Well guys, I will. trust me =DDD Thanks for encouraging and guiding me along all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Granny's back from her 1 and a half month trip to Taiwan to attend my cousin's wedding. She was back on Tuesday. Its great to see that familiar face again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113350632117020161?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113350632117020161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113350632117020161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-already-2nd-day-of-december-in-few.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113311743161630225</id><published>2005-11-28T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:50:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so many things of the past were being raked up. maybe not willingly, but. it just came up to us, or maybe its just me so suddenly. still, i'd say i'm not willing to bring up the matter again, and. let the past pass. its best to put them behind us, and me. you've moved on, so should i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, life's been tough, specially the past few days. many thoughts ran through my mind. its been a year, this year passed by quickly, too. as expected. every year now and then seems to go in the twinkling of an eye. it'll be 3.4 next year, havoc, noisy, fun-loving 3.4, no longer 2.5, which is really sad. as quiet as we are, we tend to get so noisy and rowdy together. thought its often the few defiant girls of the class getting into trouble and stuffs, we never fail to step into the class with hgih socks and put this wide grin on the other's face. best of all, even though we tend to care bout impressions and stuffs, we forget bout formalities and anything else when we're with, our one and only 2.5 (= thats soo cheesy, i know. but, we all feel for 2.5 i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard putting things behind, i know. but somethings in life, are best to be forgotten, maybe the best thing i should forget, would be him and our memories, i guess. then i'll be a much happier person! =DDDDD rejoice people, rejoice (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113311743161630225?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113311743161630225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113311743161630225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-many-things-of-past-were-being.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113282579103414181</id><published>2005-11-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:51:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i managed to change my blogskin. i edited the codes and changed the picture, enlarging everything. it was to teeny-weeny at first. not realyl satisfied with this actually. i had another set of codes in which i am very tempted to add in with this set, but. i figured the design of the blog, the outcome will very much look like yvonne, and meiyan's blog. yvonne's not now, but previously. so i didn't in the end. and i settled for this. still, daniel radcliffe's "presence" seem to perfect everything. i think its beautiful.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda love it too, i so love my blog. and from today onwards i shall hereby declare that i'll blog more often. since someone, i shall not mention who it is, thinks my blog is close to useless since i haven't been blogging often. so i will blog more often. or so, i try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113282579103414181?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113282579103414181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113282579103414181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-managed-to-change-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113273468612496220</id><published>2005-11-23T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:31:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh my god, Daniel Racliffe's flawless. i can't get enough of him. and i really really really want to watch Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire again. goodness, he's sooooooo cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really want to change my blogskin. its, so boring. and i'm really really tempted to change it to a Harry Potter skin or something. at least something with Daniel Radcliffe's photo in it. maybe i will. no wait, i think i will. he's hot, i mean, how perfect can a person be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;life's really boring nowadays. it tends to get so, "standard" and orchestra practise yesterday sucked so badly. it turns out that, they've finished a new song while i havent even started on it, and theres a new cellist in the orchestra. and arthur said he'd be skipping the whole of holiday orchestra practise. i bet he won't anyway, not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bloody Hell =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113273468612496220?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113273468612496220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113273468612496220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-my-god-daniel-racliffes-flawless.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113233795197264871</id><published>2005-11-19T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:19:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/ilubyou/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BABBLING BUMBBLING BAND OF BABBOONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS! isn't he hot?! Daniel Radcliffe, better off known as Harry Potter. he's just, gorgeous. practically every single girl in the cinema was head over heels in love with him, i think. he's just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out with Clarissa, WeiXing, Arthur, JingMing and Aaron. i had to book the tickets yesterday, because i was pretty sure tickets are gonna be sold out. well well, i was right. more than half the hall's seats were already reserved yesterday afternoon. thank goodness i got my mom to booked it in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was great. there were many memorable parts and lines of the show. for example Harry's "Hey, My Eyes Aren't Glistening From The Ghost Of My Past." and then there's Mad Eye Moody's "Stupid Ceiling" and many others. the show was cut short. and many many parts were being cut off, sadly. WeiXing said that if the show was played according to the book, it'd take at least 4 hours. which is probably true. not that i really disagree or anything, i think it'd be great. as a matter of fact, i find the show wayyyy too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa and i were gushing over how cute Daniel is, how great his voice sounded and many many more. there was a scene where he is bathing. and he is top naked. it was really funny. one thing we acn be sure of, he is really skinny. and Neville LongBottom's really silly, and cute at the same time. he was like "Oh My God! I've Killed harry Potter!" and he looked freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho wasn't as pretty as i expected either. i've seen her pictures on the magazine before. but, her looks aren't really appealing, maybe its just to me. but many said so too. she just looks ordinary. its not just the girls who say it, so don't wory. we aren't jealous people. the boys think so too. Fleur Decour however looked really sweet i think. Nevertheless, Hermoine Granger/Emma Rupert (if i'm not wrong) is still the best? probably cause we've all been seeing her in the show since the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, my brother joined us and we went for lunch and we went to the arcade there after. Nigel was stucked in the arcade which was pretty much forgivable since he's a guy afterall. not that i said he wasn't. i mean, he loves the arcade. so its understandable. and we left the group for our second time of watching Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire in the same day. this time we watched it together. the show's still great, to me. i mean, i really still want to watch it for the 3rd time. i can't get enough of it. i've been waiting for this show for, so long. and the book, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I Love Magic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quoting, Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we met Caline in the toilet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for all the things i've done wrong. i thank you for being so understanding and telling me the stuffs that bothered you. i really don't know what to say, but i'm just sorry. i apologies, sincerely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113233795197264871?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113233795197264871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113233795197264871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/11/babbling-bumbbling-band-of-babboons.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113196256630026034</id><published>2005-11-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:05:13.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Big GoodBye To 2.5,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello 3.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;right, thats my future class. no doubt, i'll be with Joyna again, and this time there'll even be Yan Hong to join us, Jaena, Wei Ji, Kun Sheng and even Christian etc. but, more or less, there'll be awkwardness between us. i'll be stepping in to a class, of familiar faces. yet, distant people. we may know each other and hang around, get along well. but the feeling is just not right. i guess, i can't be as loud as i am when with 2.5, i can't do many things as well. sadly, Wee Ning is seperated from Joyna and me. or rather, Joyna, Diyana, Masyitah, Suhailah, WeiQi, me and the other would be serperated from the rest of the 2.5-vers. since majority of 2.5 has gone into 3.8, and 3.5. i feel down.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;the thought of being away from Wee Ning, S-Jae, Sherry, WeiXing, Aaron, Umar and the others suck. i've never felt so upset about leaving a class before. not even during primary 6. this is much worse. reflecting back, we never really treasured our times together. many memories of us quarrelling among ourselves still do exist. however, despite the arguements, the quarrels, the disputes, the "debates" 2.5 has always remained the same. nothing has or had change and now, it won't change. 2.5 will always be 2.5 and we have, had, and WILL continue loving one another. i know, we will.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;one thing i'm sure of, there'll be much more exciting events awaiting us next year. Mei Yan, Yvonne, Peck Teng, and many others are, too part of the future 3.4 class. i don't know how things are gonna turn out between all of us. whether the chemistry will or not be there. but there'll be lots of punishment we'll face together as a class. with KS, Christian, WeiJi, and company in the class, there definetly won't have peace for sure. unlike 2.5, where there isn't much major problems. i'll miss 2.5 )=&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause We're Still Us, I Thank You All 2.5-Vers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113196256630026034?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113196256630026034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113196256630026034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/11/big-goodbye-to-2.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113159843128289101</id><published>2005-11-10T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:59:31.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;GoodBye, My Beloved 2/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;2/5 class chalet had just ended. we were tried, and exhausted at the end of it, but we had fun and we spent 4days 3 nights as a class together. we love each other more each day too, at least i do. locating the chalet was tough, leaving the chalet was worse, especially the thought of 2/5 being seperated, we all felt bitter. cause we all know deep in our hearts, 2/5 will always be 2/5. so 2/5-vers, i love you guys (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 7th November 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;we were supposed to meet at 1pm or so. but we all delayed and took our own sweet time. so we were kinda screwed up. aaron called me all of a sudden to say that he's going to cab to my house's nearest bus stop so i could join him, weixing and umar. but i made them come under my block, its not much of a difference. besides, aaron told me they would be arriving in 2 minutes. things weren't packed. i rushed to get everthing done and left the house immediatly. it turned out to be a fraud. worse of all, i needed the washroom badly and i decided to give it a miss since they were arriving and i assumed that the toilets at the chalet would at least be usable. i know fraud sounds over. but, think over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;definition of FRAUD; Deception carried out for the purpose of achieving personal gain while causing injury to another party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and let me explain what they did. they had not even board the taxi and they told me they were reaching. for personal gains, to save on their cab fare, and it was a form of deception and they did cause injusry to me, in this case, the other party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;nevermind this. take this after that. they didn't even know where the chalet was. we ended wasting 3 hours of the day just to locate it. which we found out it was so freaky and dark. we were freaked out and it was located near the Old Changi Hospital. but still, we didn't see anything. thank God. we checked in to find out that we had absolutely no neighbours and had the whole place to ourselves. there was good and bads but mostly bads. so we had our barbeque which i didn't attend cause i was out, counting aeroplanes at changi beach with ahmad.mrs neo went to the chalet too, i heard. so i went back to the chalet at around midnight and joined the class for games on he PS2 aaron brought. later, umar, weixing, daniel, aniq and me went out in the morning to try catching the sunrise. but we didnt manage to in the end cause we set out a little too late. so we went for breakfast, and headed back to the chalet where most of us dozed off almost immediately. oh, and i had really bad gastrics. what a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 8th November 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up late the second day to find myself on the sofa asleep. i was having gastrics. so i fell asleep on the sofa the minute i woke up. thank goodness aaron brought me the blanket. Thank You, Aaron. the guys were all swarming arond the television playing the PS2 and none wanted to leave. it ws infuriating. we should be spending time together as a class and not playing the PS2 amongst yourselves. then the girls arrived. i have to say, many turned up, which was great. BUT all the girls left after 5 minutes to catch a movie. as i said, its a class thing. we should be doing stuffs together and not going to different ways. the girls all left for the movie, and the guys had their asses glued to the sofa and eyes glued to the television screen. and since they didn't want to go, and i was persistent on leaving, those who wanted to stay stayed, and those who wante to go left. we went for brunch at Subway and went to changi beach. later, most of the guys did join us. and i was the only girl. since i didnt want to watch a movie, i didn't join them. so i was left behind with the boys. we had great fun. umar wet my hair, and we covered weixing's legs with sand. we were chlidish, but we don't really care. after we headed back to the chalet and started the barbeque fire, the girls called to say they werent coming back. so it turned out that i was indeed the only girl. even at night. but Joyna returned with Nikki, Shannon and Alex later. so i had company. not much though. weiing, arthur, umar and me were chased by the dog. at first, it just barked once. i didn't really ay attention to it, then it barked again. the sound was weird. umar and me turned to look at each other. then the dog barked its third bark. and umar began to run. weixing ran as well. arthur and me didnt really pay much attention to it anyways, not until the dog's baring turned into continuous barks behind us. we turned to see, only to find out that the dog was chasing after us arthur ran. i didnt run that much though. cause i ws too tired. but we tried to reach the chalet as soon as possible. fortunately, a car drove passed, so the dog couldnt cross the road or else we would ave probably been bitten. the dog just barked after us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 9th November 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;woke up later, again i slept on the sofa. Alex was asleep too. so i didn't wake him up. got the boys out, and found Alex awake. the guys left for breakfast again, at Subway. so we all had our lunch there. then we walked around got food for the rest and headed back. we wanted to go kite flying and fishing initially, but we went to the beach in the end, to play ball. football and other ball games. burried each other slippers in sand and weixing and some guys couldnt find their slippers. so we ended up digging many many holes at changi beach. luckily, we found the slippers, still. or else, weixing woul probably be walking bare footed or if he has the heart that is, to wear ours and make us walk around barefooted instead. dialled for my dad and he came to fetch me home for a bath before sending me back to the chalet. there, we played games. games like heart attack. which was fun especially since there were like, 10 poeple playing. weixing kept being beaten. and everyone cheated in pairs. leaving weixing to stand alone and fend for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 10th November 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;came back to the chalet early in the morning with aaron and weixing. we left the chalet at 5 am cause aaron wanted to catch the sunrise. weixing and me had a talk. aaron was asleep. he was tired, i know. we all know. but there was no sunrise, cause it was cloudy and it had just rained the night before. and we had to return to the chalet early. so, we left the beach at 7.20 am. and the moment we reached the chalet, i fell asleep on the sofa again. this time, weixing brought me the blanket. Thank You WeiXing =D then everyone tried waking me up but they couldn't. just like the previous class chalet. until, they were all leaving already, i finally woke up. i woke up thrice, but returned to sleep. my eye lids were really heavy and Clarissa packed my bag on my behalf. thank you so much Clar. or i would be much more panicky than i was when i was awake. so we headed to pasir ris central for lunch and we all headed back. HAH! there's WeiXing. he's online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love You All, 2.5-Vers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113159843128289101?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113159843128289101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113159843128289101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodbye-my-beloved-25.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113066051904477395</id><published>2005-10-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:21:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm back. from wisma. with my fugly stingy mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she spents 60 over on my brother and she is unwilling to spend like, 30 on ME?! i was totally fucked up there. pissed and irritated. i'm no alking to her for the next few days, like i really care. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she wasted 1 hour of my god damn precious time. she offed her phone, refused to answer my dad's calls (like, hwo is she even to answer when she off-ed it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'd better stop here, to refrain myself from posting anymore vulgularities and rubbish. i love you, you and you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113066051904477395?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113066051904477395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113066051904477395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113059485277519718</id><published>2005-10-29T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:07:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its my second post of the day. i know, i know. but i can't help blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just had my hair cut.still the same hairstyle, but just 3 inches shorter. so not much of a difference overall, the guy who was washing my hair was like rattling on and on. he asked if i had a boyfriend and asked why didn't i have one, and later he asked if i was allowed to go out and stuffs. oh and before i left while i said goodbye to Irene (auntie) he was like, smiling and mouthing to words bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still there was this better guy. in terms of looks, character. i guess, he's better? not that i really knew him. at least he sued warm water instead of cold water to rinse my hair especialyl since the shop was cold enough, and he was really gentle in whatever he did. and very carefull. not that he's gay or anything. can tell he's MAN (: but, gentle as in, the other kind of gentle. he's nice and he keeps smiling. he seems kinda shy, really cute. he was actually blowing dry my hair when he had to go somewhere he told me to give him a sec, i said okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont know what happened but the guy took over again. the firt guy, ya. i was like, "uh-oh, okayy?" then when that guy, the better guy was back he seemed taken aback, and then he looked into the mirror and went "oh.." and gave a smile, the kinda suprised, shocked, and many many mixed emotions. but its a smile i'd give when i am disappointed. yea, so i was totally, like "shoot!" and smiled, the kinda disappointed, funny, amazed smile too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before i left the shop, the better guy was attending to someone else and since i was with my mom, he just mouthed the words bye and i mouthed back. haha, i'm succha friendly person, what'd you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Wish You'd Make This All Right, Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113059485277519718?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113059485277519718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113059485277519718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-my-second-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113057526827840567</id><published>2005-10-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:41:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i managed to meet up with Bryan, Small Fat, Red Red, Alex, Camille, Venelyn, and i made friends with two more people; Ivan, and Coco =D you guys rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was a long tiring day yesterday. However, as expected, i had lots of fun. sadly, Hanrey wasn't there due to unforseen circumstances. why do i make it sound so seroius whne it isn't? it really isn't THAT serious. still, its a sad matter. cheer up, guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had to leave school early in order to reach kranji primary school in time. we spent the whole day repeating the same thing. but, most of the time were spent talking and playing. everything ended at about close to 7pm and i had tuition at 8pm. so, we went to Suntec for dinner and from there i met up with my family members and continued to go for tuition. i was tired, i still am. cause i'm just home from shopping. oh, and i was late for tuition and qiyang had to rub it in. as usual he shouted "BIG SHOT!" from his seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not only was yesterday the last day of the whole "thing" which is not to be revealed, it was also the last day of school. probably, last day of school wasn't as sad as i pictured it to be. it was not so dramatic either, but, we spent our last few minutes together cleaning up the class room, and making a din. it sure was memorable, nevertheless. i miss 2.5 )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wish we had treasured our years together more. instead of just repeating i love 2.5, i miss 2.5, 2.5 rocks. i wished we had more class gatherings. and SOME people, i said some. would show more enthusiasm in our class activities. instead, of just complaining that you have got no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and lastly, i WISHED. joyna did spent her last week of schools together with 2.5 in which apparently she didn't. weening was bad either, but at least she came for the last day of school. does joyna even cared that we are all going to be splitted up? i wonders. i know she'd say, "theres still the class chalet?" but will everyone be there? will it still be the same? sweetie, you know very well. the answer is "no".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU. WHERE ARE YOU?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113057526827840567?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113057526827840567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113057526827840567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-managed-to-meet-up-with-bryan.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113023401733103179</id><published>2005-10-25T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:55:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i didn't attend school today. WOW WOW. i received a call yesterday, from them. so didnt attend. ya, i agreed cause the first thought that came to my mind was, no need to perform tomorrow. cause i was supposed to perform together wiht the chinese orchestra today, and i didnt like that thought of that. i often had this "flashback" that i'd trip and fall on the stairs in front of the whole school if i were to carry the cello up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the long and tiring hours, i had my share of fun today. all of them were so.. sporty and playful. and i got to know a new bunch of friends. Bryan (who started asking for my number), Alex (who assisted Bryan), Hanrey (who sat down and talk to me, and then asked for my number, LOL), then there's small fat, red red (toro look-a-like), and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Lee is HOT, no kidding. he's much better looking than joshua in fact, cause he's matured now. he doesn't look his age, still. he is cute. his face is practically flawless. i mena, his skin's clear, he doesn't even have one pimple, no acne scares, no freckles. its like, WOW WOW, no wait. triple WOWS. and he is tanned so.. perfectly, and his back view is really sexy. wahahahs, as what Venelyn and me noticed. every girl would really drool at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and then theres Nick Shen, i never noticed until today, he has got really cute baby fats and he is soo friendly. no airs no nothing. he just looks so friendly, amiable. and pinch-able. the moment he stepped in we were like. "WOAAHHH!!!" and then he smiled (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Life Would Be Nothing Without You, Only You Can Make It Right, I'm Not Proud To Say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113023401733103179?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113023401733103179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113023401733103179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-didnt-attend-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-113008039289054470</id><published>2005-10-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:13:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAH! okay, so i was out today. yays! finally, its been sometime since i last went out. i mean, seriously long time. i do go shopping wiht my mom and stuffs. but really really seldom with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyways, today was kind of a class thingy. everyone who went out was from 2/5. yea, so joyna and me were the only girls. and wei xing, aaron, yao zhong and arthur were there too. we were kinda like "tio pangseh". not exactly. but roughly, you get me. i mean, yah. many more were supposed to turn up but they stood us up instead )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so our initial plan was to go to sentosa. in fact, it was only confirmed like, yesterday. but we ended up cabbing from white sands to east coast instead. the girls took a taxi while the guys squeezed into one. we kinda wanted the taxi to ourselves. and the guys were fine with it as well, so we went cycling, and joyna and me stood by the seaside to take pictures. lol? yah. we were soaking our legs in the water. it was really reaallyyy refreshing and cooling. it felt like,.. pedicure? not really, but. it felt great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we cabbed back to tampines mall. since it was kinda early, still. and we went window shopping. or rather, we ended up playing catching in century square. so the guys found us and we decided to stay in the lingerie department of metro. so, the guys ended up staying outside while we slipped away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kinda fun la. played alot. we later went to tampines mall's outdoor playground. we started playing the turning turning thingy which made all of us sick and nauseous. i had this terrible headache. joyna and me then went to macs with the rest to have a rest. as there weren't enough seats, we seperated ourselves. joyna and me took another table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;next to joyna and me, there was, this family. a couple, with 2 girls. their kids since tehy were reasonably young, i mean. the kids. yah, but the guy; girly's daddy. was a pervert. trust me to say that. its like, he was practically spending 90% of his time peeping at joyna and me alrights. joyna glared at him for quite some time, but he just kept looking. it was at least more than 10 times that we caught him staring! dammit, it was so irritating and infuriating. we were seriously pissed off. i then decided to confirm, though we were pretty sure. i decided to adjust my shirt. since i was wearing two layers, i decided to adjust the lengths of the shirts. i caught him looking at the corner of my eye. so i turned to look at him all of a sudden. great, he was busted. he knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that god-damn pervert has got totally no sense of shame. i mean, he tried taking joyna and my photos with his camera phone. i know, i saw, we saw. clearly. so we hugged our bags. that asshole. i was seriously contemplating of taking a picture of him and posting it on my blog. wahahas, i'm not as pervertic as him la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then, we went to pasir ris park. had our dinner there and later headed back to central to meet up with shannon and alex, after aaron and the others are gone, leaving only joyna and me. we waited for the two guys for an hour. so, we had the normal girl talks which can never seem to end when we two start talking. its like, we have really much things to say. its just that much. after we met up, shannon, alex, joyna and me then went to pasir ris town park's playground. there, we saw izwan, dzakir and many other malay guys. i didnt even notice them cause it was so dark, until izwan called out to me =D hahhaa, he tried to yank off my hoop earing before they left cause we kept making fun of him x) sorry izwan )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh, then guoxin and alan met up with us. and i wanted to go. hahahah, i'm sucha spoiltspot x))) haha, they're probably still there? or somewhere out there now. lol, HEARTSSS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-113008039289054470?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113008039289054470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/113008039289054470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/hah-okay-so-i-was-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112988477304254056</id><published>2005-10-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:28:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay okay, great. i failed maths and science overalls. dammit. but, i said. BUT, i managed to pass my maths EOYS, so. clap for me people, smile smile (= good good. TOOODDLEESS. i mean like, ya la. its a waste. but still, i did my best. though, i wasn't sure if it really was. i kinda feel i could do much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still, mommy expected much much more. which i was really pissed with her bout. for english overalls, i had 63. ranking 38 in secondary 2 express. kinda satisfied la. since, my english wasn't that great all along. however, must improve. still must improve. hahs. joyna, didn't do that well either. weening, i'd say. she could do much better too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ya, i really have nothing much to post bout &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;now, (but now i remembered) and i've get freaking tuition later which i freaking wish i could not go. and i really FREAKING wish to go to sentosa and far east on monday and sunday. since, monday's a school holiday, i dont want to be cooped at home. i have not been going out for quite some time which is kinda sad )= and i really doubt i'd get my iPod photo now. sighs, me and my big mouth. i volunteered for mommy to only buy me an iPod if i scored well. i really MUST learn to shut up in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, i'm continueing the post. we had interclass games yesterday. YAYS YAYS. had loads of fun, though my throat hurts badly after matches. our class came in first for captain's ball, 2nd for floor ball and 4th for soccer. i know mr quek's disappointed bout it. no, wait. soccer. 2.5 came in 2nd in the whole secondary 2 level.i'd say, we could do much better. still, we did great (= BUT, we're not really used to being 2nd. i mean, since we were first for the other events. like, secondary 1 camp (although Mrs Neo gave us a reallyyy LAME name "hi-5"), and we came in first for cross countries. so, a second wasn't really satisfying. lets just say, i'm greedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but the guys were kinda cute, they were cheering us on by saying "but, hey. we're still first in the express stream." Mr Quek laughed, the others laughed. so did i. RIGHT, guys. right. first in express. still, we ARE second. admit it. and thats what i love our class for. they're always so optimistic. Zakee was so show off today. he saw me and started saying "oh, your class lost to my class. we won we won." i was like, "yah, we're still second? so? big deal" though, yea. it IS something to be proud of. nevertheless, 2/5 still would be 2/5 be it first or second. I LOVE YOU GUYS. PRCS`2.5-vers\o5 rocks my world. LOVESSSS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112988477304254056?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112988477304254056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112988477304254056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-okay-great.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112934334147274149</id><published>2005-10-15T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:29:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank goodness thank goodness. exams are finally over. we'll finally be able to GO WILDDDDDD~ rahrah. yyes yeessssss (= well, not exactly ended la. but, just one more subject; home econs. which is just, yah. you get me. so, exams have kinda ended la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally bought me handphone. i paid 300, and my mom paid 450, then there was the remaining 100 that my dad volunteered to pay =D yayss, its been quite a while i was left without a phone, so. rejoice people rejoice. i got my phone, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just came to blogt his really short paragraphs. so, well. lovee lotsss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112934334147274149?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112934334147274149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112934334147274149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-goodness-thank-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112841295540696730</id><published>2005-10-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:08:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, fine. so much spamming out there. its getting me sick. like, get a life, people.if you really think i "enjoyed" myself. think twice. i don't even know who the hell you are. the only thing i'd probably rejoice about would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font align="center"&gt;1. you are stupid&lt;br /&gt;2. you are stupid&lt;br /&gt;3. once again, you are stupid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font align="left"&gt;and probably there'd be part of me rejoicing, for someone as idiotic as you. to spam me blog, and be told to scram. by me, of course. therefore, once again. i'd appreciate very much. if you suckers could just like, buzz off and get a life and do you look up to me or something? impersonating me? lets just say, you aren't as good as me. neither are you as GREAT as me. thank you, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i've been feeling bad these days. not bad, bad. not the kinda sick thing.just, bad. for all the bad deeds i've done in the past year, and probably in my 14 years of life. god, what am i talking bout. so cheessyyyyy. not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, to; dear belvin (if you read this).&lt;br /&gt;i've always respected, looked up upon and loved you as my dearest god brother. theres no doubt bout that. unfortunately, good things weren't meant to last. because of someone, totally not worth me giving up our sibling-ship because of him. i know you were trying to help me, that day. as well as the rest of you guys. but, as much as i dislike him, i do not wish to see any of my classmates getting hurt. despite what he's done. i believe no 2.5-vers wish for that to happen either. i'm sorry i caused you, and your fellow budddies to "lose face". and i apologise for refusing to answer your question. as its just going to put me through another humiliating period of darkness. i'm also truely apologetic for raising my voice at you, just because i lost my cool. i'm sorry. i don't know if you still treat me as your god-sister. but, i'm sorry. and i still love and respect you as much as before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font align="CENTER"&gt;"cause we lost it all, and we can't go back, now. i'm sorry, i can't be perfect"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font align"left"&gt;i dont know why i suddenly had this "confession" to make. but, i've been greatly disturbed by this matter. especially when i have to pretend i dont even know him when he walks past me/i walk past him. its just, lacking. i just feel that i'm lacking of something. its like, somethings been telling me "you must really blog and apologise to belvin. you must you must" so, ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i feel so.. holy now. i'm sorry people. LOVE AND PEACE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font align="center"&gt; PEACE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112841295540696730?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112841295540696730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112841295540696730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112806070805496419</id><published>2005-09-30T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:11:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;english and chinese paper 1's over. damn singh alright. he caught the whole 2.5 girls for socks and made us buy the damn fugly school socks la. whatever. i'm contradicting myself. i just said i wouldn't post anything bad bout teachers. alright alright. cross it out la.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i wanna change my blogskin i wanna change my blogskin I WANNA CHANGE MY BLOGSKIN! bu i'm too lazy to change my blogskin )=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112806070805496419?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112806070805496419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112806070805496419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/english-and-chinese-paper-1s-over.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112789051162278280</id><published>2005-09-28T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:55:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#ff6699&gt;okay, i'm blogging. FINALLY. i never was in the mood of blogging previously. for quite a while. so i stopped, temporarily la. umm, had P.E today. which totally sucked. as usual, i was contemplating of lying on stomach cramps again. but, i already said it last week. dammit, and i was contemplating telling him that i have irregular periods so it lasted for two weeks. which is partly true. since i DO have irregular periods. but i decided to not lie, and be a good girl in the end (= aplaud me people.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, talk about blogging. that article ms tan MS showed us about blogging on the web, and getting caught thingy. didn't quite scare me. till, she explained bout how serious matters were. and she even said she actually visited a few of our blogs. like, wow. i mean. all the comments i've posted bout the teachers on THIS very blog, would reveal everything to her. thats if she did visit mine. which i very much hope she didn't. so, charis. i REALLY understand why you feel worried. since i tend to, badmouth parents, teachers, and everyone else i hate etc. so from now on, i swear i'll hold my tongue. really. no bad and negative comments as mcuh as possible.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are round the corner. i've got CME tomorrow. and like, wth. i didn't even know till like, today? whatever la. exams sucks. honestly, who likes exams in the first place?! shoots. i'm bound to fail la )=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112789051162278280?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112789051162278280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112789051162278280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112740287531876112</id><published>2005-09-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:27:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;FCUK. JEREMY'S A PERVERT. DAMN YOU. YOU SON OF A BITCH. MOLESTER, YOU SUCK LA. ASEHOLE. YOU THINK WE LOVE YOU BUT WE DON'T ALRIGHTS. YOUR ONE PATHETIC LIL' ARSEWIPE. AND I PITY YOU. FCUK OFF, BASTARD.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112740287531876112?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112740287531876112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112740287531876112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/fcuk.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112668906111646589</id><published>2005-09-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:16:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;okay, i haven't been blogging for a long time which seemed to be decades to me. i haven't been using the computer since like, last friday. applaud me people. i managed to survive through it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there was a spot check yesterday. just like i always said, spotchecks are always conducted on the second day of school reopen. hehs, see. you really should have listened to me la. but, well. the school did announce on monday. so HAH, i didn't get caught okay. quek just told me to pull up my socks a lil. which is kinda expected. he always says that. besides, its not suprising. especially, since i've &lt;s&gt;been&lt;/s&gt; am a good girl (: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, things have taken a change recently, many unfortunate things happen and as usual, i hope they'll go by soon. especially since its impact on me's so great. i really can't take it any longer. so stop giving me anymore stress okay? my main concern now's whether i can even get into sec3 express. hopes and dreams of sec 3 pure science class's shattered. but i really can't afford to not even get into a express/combined class. my mom has high hopess on me for sure. neither do i want to disappoint mr quek, or mrs neo. and any other teacher. so i really gotta start mugging hard, stop sneaking online on week days. its just me and my books, for now.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, theres really alot to say. but, as i'm rushing for time. it's gonna be just like that. oh, and ms tan said today about she visitng some of our blogs. i'm not sure if she did manage to get my blog add. but, most probably she would, from all the linkages and so on. but, whatever. doesn't matter. ITS A PUBLIC BLOG!! (: oh, and jordon. you pervetic arsewipe. get a life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112668906111646589?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112668906111646589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112668906111646589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-i-havent-been-blogging-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112607514267450554</id><published>2005-09-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:39:02.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, its the 7th september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;firstly, i'd like to thank all those who wished me a happy birthday (= thanks alot guys. secondly, i'd like to thank joyna and company, to suprise me on that day. it goes like this.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet at 11.30, in central. but we delayed (as usual) so we only met at 12.30. we were supposed to go to theme park to celebrate my birthday. however, only 2 of them had the money. for theme park. so we hung out at central/seven-eleven till about 2. i mean, they've kinda wasted my time la. they should have said they didnt plan on going to theme park or whatsoever. at least, be more organized. and there was my birthday, wasted. pissed off la. i just walked away. i was like, damn angry already la. shortly, 15 minutes later joyna appeared at my doorstep. together with the guys; nikki, alan, alex, guo xin, shannon. then they barged into the house la. okay, i was already smiling. cause it was so unexpected. then joyna chased me up. thinking that she had something to tell her darling nikki =D i went up la. unexpectedly, weiji brought this cake up, with joyna and nikki. and ya la. the rest of the day was spent with all of us together. with ks la. we also had this kinda, umm "screaming" competition la. kinda stupid. but well, that was my birthday.not as bad la.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i lost my handphone on saturday. not exactly lost la. but, stolen. whatever, i really don't wanna talk bout it. but guys, please leave your name behind when you message me kay. cause i lost all my contacts. but, rest assured, i retrieved my sim card already. thanks alot.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and gerald KOR. thanks for the bag kay. thanks sooo much. don't worry la. i like it alot (= tc, loveya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112607514267450554?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112607514267450554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112607514267450554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-its-7th-september.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112570974242607695</id><published>2005-09-03T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:09:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/640/P1000191.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/320/P1000191.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threee musketeers. LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112570974242607695?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570974242607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570974242607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/threee-musketeers.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112570972770822398</id><published>2005-09-03T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:08:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/640/P1000192.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/320/P1000192.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FOUR-SOME =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112570972770822398?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570972770822398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570972770822398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/four-some-d.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112570971491705393</id><published>2005-09-03T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:08:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/640/P1000194.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/320/P1000194.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112570971491705393?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570971491705393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570971491705393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112570970242817170</id><published>2005-09-03T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:08:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/640/P1000198.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/320/P1000198.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaping and me (((x&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112570970242817170?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570970242817170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570970242817170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/jiaping-and-me-x.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112570965095257377</id><published>2005-09-03T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:07:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/640/P1000189.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/320/P1000189.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherrie (=&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112570965095257377?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570965095257377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570965095257377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/sherrie.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112570954096792462</id><published>2005-09-03T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:05:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/640/P1000188.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/7731/320/P1000188.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherrie and jiaping!! loveya girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112570954096792462?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570954096792462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112570954096792462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/sherrie-and-jiaping-loveya-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112551422204054480</id><published>2005-09-01T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:52:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;its 1septo5 now, 2.32am. but i changed the date for convenience sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, today's techer's day. HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!! celebrations today. we gave the addidas bag aaron and me, and my mom chosen yesterday. gave it to him, shared cost with s-jae, sherry, weening, aaron, aniq, clarissa, arthur, the ever-so stingy jeremy yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave mr quek the gift, wrapped up nicely, with a card. and then we stayed back after 1.50pm to make mrs neo's "gift" joyna was supossed to bring it home, but she didn't. so we had to make do with just slipshod work. we managed to finish it only at 5pm. then we gave it to her. she was moved to tears! MRS NEO WAS MOVED TO TEARS!! =D no la, i'm just kidding. i was exaggerating. but she pretended to cry la. she was like, whoa. so touched must cry. then she started to sob, skeptically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll go back to yesterday. when cio had our lunch time performance at SCH. it wasnt a really pleasant trip. before the trip mdm phyllis tan caught me for socks. talked to joyna and me. she talked a whole load of crap la. and then she said i was an ah lian. like, puh-leassee. me, ah lian? bursts out laughing. indeed, i laughed. whatever la. can't stand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the performance, THAT stupid, idiotic, bitchy, arsewipe ms lau came to yell at us. no fair la. not our fault okay. then co cried, out of anger and frustrations. a number of us cried.then the guzheng members cried too. we all were pissed with ms lau, that WILD BOAR! grrs, so pissed la. super angry la. thats it la. that PMS-ing bitch, yelled at mr goh as well la. fcuk la. she can scold us cause she's our teacher, at least she is. after all. but, what rights does she have to scold mr goh, their both teachers. besides, she is only the teacher-in-charge of guzheng. not chinese instrumental orchestra. screw her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she commented that it was no excuse that we were wearing long skirts and high heels. but, its a fact that we are wearing high heels and long skirts. then, she said she could unload the instruments too if she was wearing heels and long skirts too. like, we were all on the verge and tempted to take our skirts, and shoes off. then pass it to her. smack her face ars. bullshit.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ironic, i'm supposed to be in bed. but i'm up here talkingon the phone. i was talking to john initially, then halfway, belvin called. so we (jonh and me) hung up and i continued talking to belvin. then gerald called to conference, as belvin requested. then halfway, belvin wanted to go to sleep. so now, its just me and gerald (= kor and mei. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112551422204054480?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112551422204054480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112551422204054480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-1septo5-now-2.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112507278924629719</id><published>2005-08-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:13:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;umm, firstly. i'd like to apologise to qi yang.&lt;br /&gt;nan ren (quoting sherrie), sorry la. i know you were trying to cheer me up. but i really don't know whats gotten into me. i was just so frustrated and upset. sorry la. and sorry for glaring/diao-ing/dao-ing you today kay. i feel damn bad la, especially when you tried to cheer me up. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, to gerald KOR!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for bringing back the almond biscuits for me from japan kay. love ya loaddss. its really nice, thanks a lot!! (= and ars, kor. i REALLY REALLY hope you'd take my suggestion into consideration. and congrats for getting 19th in the world. proud of you, know. must take care of yourself hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, went to white sands on wednesday, as well as today. on wednesday, we saw quite a number of people la. saw rachel from jiang as well (= today, we saw carian macs. he super lazy la. ask me take chilli sauce for him &gt;.&lt; still got take la, in the end. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to pasir ris town park after that. played the swing =D finally. didn't want to get my butt off the swing once i sat on it la. only got off when i had this terrible headache. so i went to sit on the bridge. the one on top, the slides one. i dont know why, i took off my shoe, tied them to the chains of the bridge x)) ironic. we started to make fun of people la. very bad, i know. we made fun of people, from on top of the bridge. we made fun of these couple from haising. we TRIED to make fun of 3 girls, but we ended up chatting instead XD then weening called almost every guy who walked past handsome. really, they are handsome, NOT. eeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were making our way out of the park, we saw this group of boys from haising playing soccer. then we dared weening to say "iloveyou" to them. as in shout across. so, since it was my suggestion, she dared me to go first. but i told her i would if she went ahead first. i'm 99% confident that she won't. really, she didn't in the end (= see. what did i tell you. LOL. she shouted across hello though, and they waved and said hi back. captivated by her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;s&gt;THAT&lt;/s&gt; THOSE guys yesterday are REALLY disuisting. they suck la. bad way of approaching girls again. tactless guys. i pity them. besides, you guys are stil erm, in the midst of working. careful ars, later i complain you few to your manager. oogling at girls while working. DISGUISTING FELLAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112507278924629719?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112507278924629719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112507278924629719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112494223411861587</id><published>2005-08-25T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:57:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;wokays, i'm in school now x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging a really short post kay. cause we SHOULD be logging off soon. lesson's ending. hehs. many things happened. DERRICK WAS ON TELLY AGAIN YESTERDAY. his songs rawks. just like him alrights. so people, love him (like i do) LOL. no la. i'm really crapping and please don't mind me. nothing to say, you se. so well. byes (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112494223411861587?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112494223411861587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112494223411861587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/08/wokays-im-in-school-now-x-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112446550277296492</id><published>2005-08-19T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:34:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;okay, i'm finally allowed to use the computer. so i'm gonna blog. i miss blogging la.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, yanxiang came up to me and talked about the superstar thing. okay, a day's passed and i'm still NOT happy. he started talking about derrick and junyang getting thrown out of the competition. i started yelling my head off, i mean i went. no, kelvin sucks. he sucks. and i started screaming "kelvin sucks" for a zillion times. and i'm gonna say it here again. KELVIN SUCKS.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanxiang said, maybe, IF KEVLIN DIDN'T CAUSE DERRICK TO GET OUT OF THE COMPETITION, I WOULDN'T DISLIKE HIM. its pretty throw. besides, you know what? he CAUSED junyang to be out too! what the hell?!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to admire his singing la kay. but now, his singing's deproved. not becuase i dislike him. but really, his singing sucks now. no kidding. and no offence la, but what makes you think you'd enjoy someone singing on a stage, who can ONLY move left and right. and thats, at the most. i doubt you'd enjoy it. its like, watching a woodblock dance. his singing isn't impressive either. his singing is so, liveless la. to me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that, i found derrick's songs. i'm contemplating; changing my blog song, to his song. i mean, the song he sang. though it deosn't really, er, match. but, to you know. i mean, i really love the songs he sing. and i'm thinking of "ni shi wo zui shen ai de ren" its super nice. ALL THE SONGS HE SINGS IS NICE =D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ilovederrick (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ***&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyna called me a bimbo )= it started from denise. then the class started calling me a bimbo. seriously, i really don't think so. firstly, i've got no looks la. secondly, i've got brains. i just don't put them to use. so, stop calling me a bimbo.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's kind of a bore currently. i mean, its been much more interesting since nikki and gang shaved their heads bald. we saw like, so much commotion about it. and the one that left a deep impression on me, was definetly the time the counsellor;sec1 said "no hair already still comb"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to derrick's songs currently la. and, its making me cry. -wails- i miss him. i mean, really. his songs are so touching. UNLIKE WEILIAN!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, i suck. i can't do anything more other than grumble. i'm so useless. pathetic. really, i'm a failure in everything. i'm sorry.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget anything. even if i tried. i know i said, i'm getting over. but, really. its getting worst. &lt;s&gt;that&lt;/s&gt; my ailing heart. i dont know. still, all the best to the both of you. theres nothing more i can say, nor do i know what else to say. all i wanna say is, i never taken you as a substitute. and i wish, you have never taken me as one too. all the best, then.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres really many things for me to say. but, words just can't express my thoughts and feelings. nor can i seem to find the right words to express. i dont know what to say.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i just miss derrick )= i want derrick. DERRICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;screams, kicks, wails, weeps, sighs, cringe, cripes. i miss you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112446550277296492?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112446550277296492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112446550277296492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-im-finally-allowed-to-use.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112438398150402165</id><published>2005-08-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:53:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;FCUK. JUNYANG'S OUT NOW )= FIRST IT WAS DERRICK. I TOLERATED WITH IT. NOW ITS JUNYANG, WHATS WRONG. I MEAN, NO OFFENCE. BUT, I DEFINETLY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; THINK THAT KELVIN,WEILIAN DESERVES TO BE IN. I DON'T KNOW WHY. I CRIED WHEN DERRICK GAVE HIS "SPEECH", AND CRIED MORE WHEN DERRICK CRIED TOO. AND NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM WAS JUST NEXT TO ME. BUT I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER. I BEGAN WEEPING, LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. MY MOM JUST STARED AT ME, AND CALLED ME CRAZY. SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW I FELT DEFINETLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS DERRICK. I MISS JUNYANG )=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*screams and whines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. didn't attend school yesterday. have got loads to say. but currently, like you all can see. i'm in no mood to blog. not after the two of them are being kicked out. i stil love them both much la kay. despite the fat that their attached. i don't wanna be their girlfriends or anything la. but just, as a "surporter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably blog another day. when i got more time, and not like today, when i'm blogging secretly. not allowed to use the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT DERRICK, AND JUNYANG!!!! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112438398150402165?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112438398150402165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112438398150402165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/08/fcuk.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112418639763403598</id><published>2005-08-16T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:59:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#ff6699&gt;argh, sick la sick la. bad flu bad cough. used up two packets of tissue =X sorry weening =P&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to blog, but well. its out 10th monrth anniversary. 16octobero4 was the day we were together. as in, we actually went steady. anyway, another 2 more months to a year (= &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary )= cringes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112418639763403598?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112418639763403598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112418639763403598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/08/argh-sick-la-sick-la.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157078.post-112394077253549815</id><published>2005-08-13T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:46:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;YES YES!! i finally got my hair cut yesterday. its shorter la. but, as i requested, the hair dresser kept the length of my hair. but, it was still shorter la. still, i think its much nicer. the hairdresser changed my hairstyle la. she said the previous one had no style. since it was JUST straight. happy already la. now my fringe's from short, to long. just as i wanted from last year (when i first cut fringe).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, theres this new guy in our tuition class. sadly, he's only sec1. LOL. still, he's kinda cute la. however, heard that he's the kinda bad guy one la. as in pai kia. heard from adrian. since, he's from adrian's school. and he knows. its just too bad la. pity =P&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i still love my new hair cut, all in all =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7157078-112394077253549815?l=totally-you23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112394077253549815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7157078/posts/default/112394077253549815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totally-you23.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-yes-i-finally-got-my-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRISTINE DANIELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07199383191770296515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnOB_oF1ytI/ScIzWfg36vI/AAAAAAAACH4/FdDxg7HKE9U/S220/Photo+38.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
