<?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-4058182024325516253</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:51:48.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the walk to remember</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6769153815416344911</id><published>2009-12-27T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:26:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I never thought i'd be back here D: So it's coming to the end of another year. 2009 was actually the fastest year to have passed by for me in my whole 15 years (okay fine maybe I can't remember the first few but oh for the love of dramatic effect). In 2 days, it'll actually be LEGAL for us to buy NC16 movie tickets and not have to creep by the ticket masters with guilty looks plastered on our barely-16 faces. In 2 days, we'll be entering the year of nothing but black patterns on paper bearing and encompassing knowledge we have to all but shove into our reluctant and shrinking heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure i'm quite ready for that. For one, there is a fast decomposing stack of what &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; like files and worksheets and books in my cabinet. And yes, the disintergrating is not being fueled by moisture or heat-breeding bacteria, but by my love-hate acquaintance - time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; stop whining, and go tackle that layer of humus (which will incidentally morph into my lifeline next year), and also get ready to travel to Yishun with Leon for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6769153815416344911?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6769153815416344911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6769153815416344911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6769153815416344911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6769153815416344911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-i-never-thought-id-be-back-here-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5734163832439680911</id><published>2009-10-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:21:15.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND IT'S OVERRRRRR, GIRL, YOU KNOW IT'S OVERRR THIS TIMEEEEEEEEEEEE : D : D :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5734163832439680911?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5734163832439680911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5734163832439680911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5734163832439680911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5734163832439680911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-its-overrrrrr-girl-you-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2790014601012874506</id><published>2009-08-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:32:43.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. WHAT HAPPENED TO BLOGGER SINCE I LAST CAME 012893218413478 YEARS AGO? WHY IS MY POSTING SCREEN BLANK. WHY! I DON'T LIKE:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKES ME FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU KNOW, HORROR FLICK PSYCHOS TYPE PSYCHO STUFF ON WHITE BACKGROUND. BINARIES. CONTRAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways! I will spaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about whining LinLiJuan into going for duty todayyyyy! Cause 5 minutes into duty, she slit her ankle on the leg of a table we were carrying and it bled and bled:( And she's prolly bai ka now:( AH. SORRY JUANNIE WUANNIE'S ANKLE:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at Tan Xin Hui's balcony with cool cool breeze, 987fm and loads and loadsa fooood is niceeeeeeee. And so is staring down at the little girl sleeping on the couch in the next block 5 stories down. I stared until they closed the window:( And I need to find out the trick behind XinHui's ability to consume KitKats and papayas and fruit bars and biscuits and mantain that HOURGLASS FIGURE:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PS JAMAL: I REPLIED YOUU, MILLIONAIRE!!! SORRY LA, KISSYOU KAYYYYYYYYY!:D:D HEEEE. MEET YOU AT TRAIN STATION AT 5 LA(: (BRING ALONG THAT MILLION BUCKS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2790014601012874506?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2790014601012874506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2790014601012874506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2790014601012874506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2790014601012874506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8291397168602720502</id><published>2009-07-17T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:12:15.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Message from: Bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En turn on the aircon in my room now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's weird:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO. POTTER MANIA TODAY WAS FUN YOXZ:D First time eating Yoshinoya (i'm so not outdated k) Beef Bowl! LinLiJuan survived without food :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out the seats were pretty good and Potter was the good ol' awesome Potter stuff!!:D Xh and I cried when Dumbledore died. And I think everybody screamed when the hand came out of the water and tried to grab Harry! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERMIONE IS THE PRETTIEST PRETTIEST PRETTIEST PERSON I HAVE EVER SEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas fun stuff!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Rafflesia BO Chan to get Macs after Lijuan and Xh went off! Sorry for hyperventilating throughout the tripp honnnnxzxzxzxz:D Heeee. (NEXT TIME I'LL THROW POPCORN BACK AT THE ANTAGONIZER FOR YOUUU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I forgot how to upload photos on FB. I'm officially outdated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8291397168602720502?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8291397168602720502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8291397168602720502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8291397168602720502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8291397168602720502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-from-bro-en-turn-on-aircon-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7984309383892766456</id><published>2009-07-13T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:22:02.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent one hour watching nothing but Michael Jackson vids:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like super hypocritical and "no use" to say this now but, HE ROCKS LIKE ZOMG AHHH. I mean like "Ben" - 1975. WHO HAS VOCALS LIKE THAT AT FREAKING 14 YEARS OLD HUH. And who can dance like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; man! If this guy's not seriously talented, no freaking body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big hoo-ha and Michael fever after his death is a bit off-putting 'cause the media was like what, slamming him here and there and calling him a freak just weeks before he died, then suddenly BAM this big glamorous funeral and shows and stories and albums about how great he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm being super hyprocritcal here by saying that I love MJ &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; also lah. But anyhoo. He deserves the big glitzy funeral and all those sudden coverage and protrayals of his greatness. CAUSE THE SEQUINED GLOVE ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on other notes! Ughh why do they have to split our desks huh. I want my Kaising and Chunhan:( I'm just gonna nod off to sleep lonely and desolate everyday:( Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh. Walked all the way home with Tan Xin Hui on Fri after that horrible Oral! Like literally &lt;em&gt;walked all the way home!&lt;/em&gt; We're so not nuts lor. And TXH stepped on a snail and hurriedly bounced off after hearing the cracking sound under her shoe:O I watched the whole process. Like from when the snail was still whole and breathing to when her shoe covered it and then to when it lay squashed and flattened on the floor. I am witness to this heinous murder, TXH! Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Grace and Jiaxin! We must dissect beans again one day:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh what am I supposed to be doing now man. Geog? Physics? Lit? Maths? Sleep? Read Shopaholic? I DUNNO (but the last two sound good). Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH. I must rant about terrible Oral experiences:O Firstly, the purple shirted examiner looked as though he was halfway through the process of turning into Sleeping Beauty k. His eyelids were halfway down his eyes. So I wanted to impress them by my knowledge of cheem phrases. I figured "put yourself in another's shoes" was a pretty darn good one. But then I discovered shit, I didn't know how to say it in Cheena. So me being brilliant and so chinesey, I went "Wo ren wei ta men ying gai BA JI ZI FANG ZAI BIE REN DE XIE ZI LI."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly felt happy after that okay. Then I told my bro at home and he laughed. And my mom told me I was going to fail Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Okay nevermind it's OVERR BABY. No use moping about stupid shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I shall continue with my MJ craze and Geog homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7984309383892766456?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7984309383892766456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7984309383892766456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7984309383892766456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7984309383892766456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-spent-one-hour-watching-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3584705673025793251</id><published>2009-06-24T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:01:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;OHMYGOODNESS. OMG. CHEN HAN WEI IS A DAMN DAMN DAMN EXCELLENT ACTOR. HE'S &lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;. OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH TAKE THAT, HOLLYWOOD AND BOLLYWOOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;SINGAPORE'S GOT DARN ALOT OF TALENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3584705673025793251?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3584705673025793251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3584705673025793251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3584705673025793251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3584705673025793251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmygoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6391435557910746442</id><published>2009-06-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:22:17.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoo. Just came back from playground with Leon and grandma! To say it was super cool would be like an understatement. Don't mean to sound philosophical or whatever but really just swinging gives you this "I can do freaking anything in the world" feeling. Y' know, like you can sing "No Boundaries" to the rest of the world and &lt;em&gt;mean it&lt;/em&gt;. Like you can forget about physics and the pendulum and whatever it is that's keeping you swinging which you're supposed to know but you don't, and just &lt;em&gt;swing - and every swing, closer to the sky!&lt;/em&gt; Hmm. This June's been pretty different from others. Dunno why leh. Maybe it's cause everyone went overseas, everyone had amazing experiences, and everyone's changed (for the better lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohshit, we're all growing up aren't we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah whatever it is, UPWARDS AND ONWARDS:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so philo today, I don't know. Maybe 'cause it's procrastinating that baozhangbaodao or 10 million other homework stuff we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's an interesting character. He put some plastic container in the oven instead of the microwave and it &lt;em&gt;melted&lt;/em&gt;. Heh. We played catching just now zomg. Hee-la-ree-ous, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye Red Thread later! Can't believe I fell into watching it luh. Ugh whatever, scandal here scandal there i like:D Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Marie Tan shall not procrastinate her super screwed holiday homework monster tackling. She shall get off this computer and go write that baozhangbaodao about whatever it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY "CAN DO ANYTHING" FEELING NOW HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it stayed on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EGGcited for OG outing on thurs whoo:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GET OFF NOW, LAZY BUTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6391435557910746442?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6391435557910746442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6391435557910746442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6391435557910746442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6391435557910746442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2334392226399481004</id><published>2009-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:44:00.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T MENTION THIS IN THE PREVIOUS POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU CAP COUNCIL' 09:D:D:D:D:D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys are seriously the coolest most all-rounded and smexy people EVER:D&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/4058182024325516253-2334392226399481004?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2334392226399481004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2334392226399481004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2334392226399481004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2334392226399481004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-cant-believe-i-didnt-mention-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8230703165619198641</id><published>2009-06-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:00:31.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[okay editted to include the Nicole Chan adoration part below]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEEHEE BEFORE I AM CONCLUDED AS BEING A WHACKO, I MUST CLARIFY THE BELOW POST TO BE WRITTEN BY MY HOT SEXY CUTE CUTE WHACKO CHOCOLATE CUPCAKE HONXZ NICOLE CHANN:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LURBXZ EUU WORHXZXZ(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's 12.08am now and I have to be up for my very first Ros Soh recommended maths tuition early early tomorrow so I shall travel to Lalaland soon in order to avoid knocking out in front of &lt;em&gt;Mrs YOw&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow:O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I have to say before I go! CAP '09 WAS AWESOME-ATED SHIZZ:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/Si04Zc3ZbLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AVJ0gH5tO08/s1600-h/OG1(clearer).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990342655077554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/Si04Zc3ZbLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AVJ0gH5tO08/s320/OG1(clearer).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/Si04ZRJwB5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/BLZUCnlVkA0/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990339510830994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/Si04ZRJwB5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/BLZUCnlVkA0/s320/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE YOU TO DEATHLY BITS AWESOME OG1 SIAAAA AND AWESOME GREG CHAIRTOP DANCE/OG PARTNERR YOO:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND LOVE YOU TO DEBRIS FUNKY MUNKY POETRY SLAMMERS AND FUNKY MUNKY EPHRAIM PG PARTNER :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(whoever's holding on to that slammers group photo, hand it over or OFF WITH YER HEAD:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohoh on a back to school note! Sitting with KaiSing and ChunHan next termm!!:D:D Second row behind Haiwei, Qianyi and Daphne (we're just inseperable lah huh!) haha:D Started looking at the homework list, courtesy of Alana's blog (thank you!), but haven't started any freakin' thing. Ugh. Nehmind. Study date on Fri with my honeymunchkin people!:D (k sorry, not very coherent now:O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;K shall post more and upload more photos on another day when 1.5 hours of midpoint theorems and indices and logarithms doesn't loom ominously sometime in 12 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISSED YOOUUU SMEXY NICOLE CHANNSTERRR DURING MY 5 DAYS WITHOUT THY EHH SMILEY FACE!:D (even though you just dumped me for Maple! hmph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8230703165619198641?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/Si04Zc3ZbLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AVJ0gH5tO08/s72-c/OG1(clearer).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-993294092801417524</id><published>2009-06-08T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:31:38.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM XiaoMARIEz</title><content type='html'>Hie every1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz came bac from my cap....&lt;br /&gt;like you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the baseborrrlll cap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa, so funni riteeee?&lt;br /&gt;acherly, i blufff you.&lt;br /&gt;It's creative arts programme.&lt;br /&gt;geddit?!??!!?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, they so cool....&lt;br /&gt;like that also can think up.&lt;br /&gt;Creative Arts Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i misss my mommyyy so much.&lt;br /&gt;and of course nicole chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i misss her day and night.&lt;br /&gt;i even wrote a poem for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole chan nicole chan&lt;br /&gt;holding a gun&lt;br /&gt;nicole chan nicole chan&lt;br /&gt;is so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel tat i learnt a lot( as seen from above) and i really enjoyed myself!&lt;br /&gt;nicole baby now that i'm back and am going to meet you on friday i really can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE I COME!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-993294092801417524?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/993294092801417524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5138874639561819171</id><published>2009-04-27T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:31:18.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't know why i'm here! But I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Mooonday! Which means "Mind Your Language" at 11pm:DD FAMILY TIME IS COOL YES(: It's just very cool when almost everyone can sit/lie down and just watch tv together, even if just for half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha okay on random. Grace brought Unicorn/Jock bean todayyyy!:DD We dissected Jock to find this metal ball bearing! Which unleashes Grace's sicko side (which i know she has! deep inside!):D:D Haha and dear seating partner fired a pen cap 50cm from Mr Searle's thigh today:O (her wild side!) heh:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohohoh. Ros Soh: I'm switching periods with...what's his name...that skinny guy! AH BIO. (referring to daniel chng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLASSIC:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2.4k again tomorrow:O THANK YOU A MILLIONGAZZILLION STACEY, DAPHNE AND XINHOON FOR RUNNING WITH ME EVEN THOUGH I SLOW DOWN YOUR PACES BY 2312390123912M/S AND SLOW DOWN YOUR TIMINGS BY 2394891123MINS :D:D AND THANK YOU STACEY FOR RUNNING MY LAST ROUNDS WITH ME SINCE WE STARTED 2.4K TRAINING:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you all so much for pushing me so I can actually pass with okay timing:D And sorry I look like I got run over by those buses we're supposed to hire to take us on learning journey for bio proj after like 1 minute of running:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys da bombb:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THANK YOU LAMBERT LIJUAN AND DENISEY FOR COMING WITH ME TO SEE ARCHULETA EVEN THOUGH Y'ALL HAD TESTS AND TINGXIES COMING UP THAT WEEK:D:D:D It would never have been so freaking awesome without y'all there:D:D:D:D I PROMISE YOU I'LL GO AND SCREAM FOR DAVID COOK IF HE EVER COMES JUANSTER:D AND DENISEE, I'LL GO WITH YOU TO SEE WHOEVER IT IS YOU KNOW YOU LOVE DEEP DEEP IN YOUR HEART!:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Talking Cock was a failed movie last Friday but watching Archuleta bounce and Adam put his hand on Kris' lap in a show of affection for the 23492942th time and just spazzing in my dusty basement was cool:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay gonna go Physicist now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On another random note. Seed Of Chucky wasn't &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;scary. Or maybe it was because I skipped the gory tear-your-intestines-out parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bringing a bean to dissect tomorrow! (Chucky's influence:O) Practice for the pig's heart thing. (shudder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: Still in love with the Erina printscreenshot below:D:D Heehee(: THANKS EWEENA(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5138874639561819171?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5138874639561819171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5138874639561819171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5138874639561819171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5138874639561819171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-know-why-im-here-but-i-am-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4457568324838855785</id><published>2009-04-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:04:24.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SfB9ds4FTAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/YCPh8U6ciY0/s1600-h/marie+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327896308395363330" style="WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SfB9ds4FTAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/YCPh8U6ciY0/s320/marie+convo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY ERINAAAAAAAA (who made the annotation btw!!):D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Archuleta reappeared on Idolxzxzxzxzxzxzxzz:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I threw a sock at my brother for saying he looks like a monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote of the day: "Love is not only blind, it's deaf." - Erina Tan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4457568324838855785?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4457568324838855785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4457568324838855785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4457568324838855785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4457568324838855785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-erinaaaaaaaa-who-made-annotation.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SfB9ds4FTAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/YCPh8U6ciY0/s72-c/marie+convo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7810882662780596260</id><published>2009-04-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:31:15.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;YO PEEPLE SAY GOODBYE TO B^2 - 4AC, FOR THE NEW&lt;br /&gt;"IN" EQUATION OF THE CENTURY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEGAN + ROSS = (L):D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEEE(: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7810882662780596260?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7810882662780596260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7810882662780596260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7810882662780596260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7810882662780596260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/equation-of-century-yo-peepled-megan.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4707055045781787462</id><published>2009-04-03T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:39:52.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg i'm gonna so so so so so so so so so freaking miss my Gantian and Daphneeeeee:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock so so so so so so so freaking much and I love y'all to the maxxy maxxxy max max:D And Zhang Rong too, even though we can't really interact 'cause she's all the way across our little table world(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will super duper miss all the freaking fun and super duper fab spazzing:( And Daphne's redbox. And Gantian's little roller thing in which she keeps her books. And Gantian's super smartness and funniness. And Daphne's retardedness and funness:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have you guys, i'm super sure my result-death would have been a much much more gruesome and terrible affair:D Y'all da coolest guys on ze earth(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss Stacey and Shirlene tooo man oh man:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with Grace and Jiaxin now:D With Tan Xin Hui, Victoria and (omg i can't remember who!) behind:D All ze freaking way in front. Right smack next to the teacher's table. Right smack in front of the white board. No more &lt;em&gt;gui gui sui sui&lt;/em&gt;:( Gotta get a whole gallon of water for standby in case I nod off during lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Centre tomorrow! And with it goes dreams of waking after civilized hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go watch the standardize bittersweet reunion on Ghost Whisperer now. Then the Meng Zai Shou Li at 11 (chinese dramas got mei li one okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo people:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4707055045781787462?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4707055045781787462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4707055045781787462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4707055045781787462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4707055045781787462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-im-gonna-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4326736550007261367</id><published>2009-03-30T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:03:18.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoo. Someone hacked my National Library account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be in some kinda desperate need for identifications on book fairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe got some book discount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horrified for NAPFA training tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, gonna go start on that evil looking matrice thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4326736550007261367?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4326736550007261367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4326736550007261367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4326736550007261367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4326736550007261367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6833553911768228303</id><published>2009-03-20T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:40:51.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/ScOawcNgbmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zrTUpu92s-Q/s1600-h/45174508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262142224559714" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/ScOawcNgbmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zrTUpu92s-Q/s320/45174508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/ScOawEf1FJI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YzLP0H5LfXg/s1600-h/Kris-Allen-season8-auditions-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262135858959506" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/ScOawEf1FJI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YzLP0H5LfXg/s320/Kris-Allen-season8-auditions-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KRIS KRIS KRIS KRIS KRIS KRIS KRIS:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;KRIS IS WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kris is Kris is Kris is WOOOAH:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Erina says, "Matt G is so much cuter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(notice the fullstop:O heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6833553911768228303?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6833553911768228303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6833553911768228303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6833553911768228303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6833553911768228303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/03/kris-kris-kris-kris-kris-kris-krisd.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/ScOawcNgbmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zrTUpu92s-Q/s72-c/45174508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4074010665288401052</id><published>2009-03-07T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:07:54.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Marie Tan predicts her Term 1 PPR will be like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Debris and decomposed stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;6 feet of crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;PPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup. Again, &lt;em&gt;darn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shucks shucks shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scraped through Physics test by the outermost layer of skin on my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But at least Physics project results were yayyayyay okay:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay Xinhoon, Yidan, Daphne!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right gonna go Math myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4074010665288401052?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4074010665288401052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4074010665288401052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4074010665288401052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4074010665288401052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/03/marie-tan-predicts-her-term-1-ppr-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-586234992928349399</id><published>2009-03-02T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:05:37.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got back horrendous Bio PPR:O Third bottom in class here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;darn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Must &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; pull up my socks until knee-length or higher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, Marie Tan has officially bought a A/E Math self-prac Ros Soh type brown notebook to do self prac for half an hour or more everyday. She will practise her horrible tsunami-like maths until it is polished and shiny like that giant structure of a diamond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And she will go do that right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Before 'Mind Your Language' at 11pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-586234992928349399?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/586234992928349399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=586234992928349399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/586234992928349399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/586234992928349399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-back-horrendous-bio-ppro-third.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7601950923038597786</id><published>2009-02-28T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:08:25.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to sleep at 9pm one night! I really do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7601950923038597786?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7601950923038597786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7601950923038597786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7601950923038597786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7601950923038597786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-sleep-at-9pm-one-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1294507642994622124</id><published>2009-02-23T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:23:59.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I like my new Sony Ericsson W910i! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huge &lt;/em&gt;screen, cool shake control thingamagig:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love sitting near a door:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love sitting at the back:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my desk buddies to the max max:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whooosh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Leon was driving behind a Learner car that day. Then he suddenly exclaimed, "OVERTAKE THE SLOW POKE!' and accelerated in front and overtook him:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just asked him to help me with the question 3 of the quadratic functions assignment shizz. He drew arrows and workings and then happily announced, "I explained it without talking!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be the too much of economics and all those funny numbers and letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh oh oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can ebuddy now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Jolyne Freak to the max max!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1294507642994622124?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1294507642994622124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1294507642994622124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1294507642994622124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1294507642994622124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-my-new-sony-ericsson-w910i-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6297562613889296141</id><published>2009-02-20T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:38:33.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna go for 'All In!'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The programme is pretty good and i've already signed up. But i'm super scared my head will go all freaky and woozy again and i'll just have a bad time there 'cause of it. Ugh. Okay, but so far the only people I know who are going are Benedict, Bumsoo and Rachel (and i'm not sure if Rachel's going!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheesh I really don't know. But it's super irresponsible to cancel on them now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay on another note! We changed seats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll superbly superbly miss Yidan! And Yuting, Christine, Qianyi, Kai Sing and Wei En! :( :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Won't miss Daphne 'cause she's right next to me now! Hah:D And won't miss Stacey and Shirlene 'cause they're still in front of us! Hehe:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoosh we're beside Zhang Rong and Gantian (who's so crazily cute I tell you)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're located at an ulu &lt;em&gt;jiao luo &lt;/em&gt;at the back of the class where we have our own space to dump all our earthly and unearthly items which downright rocks:D (Call 1800-little-corner to reach us in cases of emergency)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On our lovely left are Cassandra, Grace, Xinhoon and Yidan and in our fabulous front are Stacey, Han He and Shirlene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Corners are fun lah(: Can spazz with Daphnexzxzxzxz and Gantianxzxzxz on my right and left and Stacey and Shirlene who are crazily in front of us againxzxzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Cool. Alliteration right? Or assonance? Can't remember. Gah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh omg, get well super soon Shirlene and Xinhoon and everyone else hit by the horrible virus bug which is going around:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, Gavin Degraw is cool. He's not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;good looking, but he rocks socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a jealous guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hear people talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it isn't hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think she cheated on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Danny Gokey rocks tooooooo. His specs are cool. I love Nick/Norman man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit. Got to deal with the 'All In' problem now. Then watch Ghost Whisperer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, go away, woozy head, go away before I knock you against some wall.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6297562613889296141?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6297562613889296141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6297562613889296141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6297562613889296141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6297562613889296141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-go-for-all-in-programme-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4742437133920996040</id><published>2009-02-16T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:11:46.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I DID want to go to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;But my head didn't want to co-operate. Still doesn't want to now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope I didn't miss much. Okay, fat hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, missed Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I probably wouldn't have understood it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now... Just need to finish inequalities assignment and do Ros Soh's "Valentine's Day Card". It seems very little. TOO little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What am I missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Huh? Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The last time I found myself actually free, I had forgotten all about the partial fractions assignment which was due the next freaking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. Daddy uninstalled MSN on this computer. Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Impromptu tomorrow!! Gah. Hope I don't screw it like I totally and completed murdered the Physics presentation indiv question (thanks daphne for rescue-ing me:D).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, gonna finish up that inequalities assignment, do that card and watch Nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist online!! Whooo:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Seems too good it be true, huh. It probably is but i'm keeping my fingers crossed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4742437133920996040?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4742437133920996040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4742437133920996040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4742437133920996040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4742437133920996040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-want-to-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8260310108980209520</id><published>2009-02-06T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:42:56.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I WANNA WATCH 'THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;IT LOOKS SUPER NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ayee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I walked home on Wednesday in heavy rain with Jolyne Freak's Little Black Board as cover. Then on Thursday morning, I woke with a strange pain in my throat. Sneezed about a hundred times today in school. Sorry to the good people of 3 Grace whom i've been bothering with my sporadic sneezes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Christine went home early yesterday. She had the same problem as me - sudden development of sore throat and then fever! Get well soon, Christineeeeee:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know how some people have this fear of getting buried alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We're realizing that fear now. 'Cause we're buried. Alive. (okay almost) Under piles and piles and piles of assignments/tests/coursework whatever. All having lifespans of &lt;em&gt;7 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kinda gives a whole new meaning to &lt;em&gt;"You will die in 7 days"&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe they should shoot a 'The Ring: St Nicks' Edition'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, i'm gonna just have some quality time with my couch then get back to the 7-days phenomenons which are graphs and partial fractions and whatever the hell f(x) is.&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/4058182024325516253-8260310108980209520?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8260310108980209520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8260310108980209520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8260310108980209520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8260310108980209520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-watch-curious-case-of-benjamin.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3015946218956948996</id><published>2009-02-04T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:47:14.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny how I have so many things to do but can't think of what to do right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay lemme organize my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna meet Cabby at 6 at near the hospital for tuition at YCK CC. Which means I have 20 minutes to get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1) dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2) $450 from my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3) there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shucks. But I have to leave soon. What if my mom's not back by 6?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then then then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. I will call! Them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, coming back after tuition. Physics project. Maths coursework. Erm erm. Ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no freaking idea what else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay anyway, go teeam physicsssssssssxzxzxzxzxYidan, Xinhoon, Daphne:D Find out why that sky is blueeeee!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ouch. Got this mysterious cut on my thumb. It hurts but have no idea where I got it from:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucky I got those tweety plasters from Stacey haha:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay (insert foul language). It's 15 minutes to meeting Cabby and i'm still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whooooosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3015946218956948996?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3015946218956948996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3015946218956948996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3015946218956948996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3015946218956948996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-how-i-have-so-many-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-233015399490650905</id><published>2009-01-28T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:23:48.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBYxUQ-3xI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mG7mqSSQ8Mc/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330766064475922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBYxUQ-3xI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mG7mqSSQ8Mc/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long overdue and rather unglam pic of Marie and Freakazoid Jolyne:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBXk4P3TVI/AAAAAAAAAls/MaX45iWRQe4/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296329452873534802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBXk4P3TVI/AAAAAAAAAls/MaX45iWRQe4/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha and Staceyyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBXld8b1UI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LnIClRvMVOo/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296329462992590146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBXld8b1UI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LnIClRvMVOo/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The incredible Stacey glue concoction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBXlVXodeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fi605GQt2Jo/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296329460690744802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBXlVXodeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fi605GQt2Jo/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qianyi and Qianyi's hands:D (Kai Sing and Stacey behind, I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dug up pics from my old and now helpless phone. Hope I won't be murdered after this! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, passed outside 2 Justice classroom just now. It seems odd how suddenly it all seems so far away. It was just 3 or 4 months ago that we were all there cramming for EOYs, listening to Julia Yeo teach maths in her super aeroplane (omg i don't know how to spell it) speed, listening to Mrs Nath talk about Hari and Lila and their oh so wonderful perseverence and whatever, having Geography and History together, everything. Only 4 months ago. 16 weeks. Why is it that it all seems like a lifetime ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe 'cause everything has changed so much. Ugh. I really miss having Geog and Hist and Lit together in the same week, having only one science to deal with at a time, not having to know what the hell f(x)=Q(x)+(2x-5)+0 means. I miss everyone taking the same subjects so we can just 'eh have you done your geog?' or 'omg have you studied for history?' without having to think "Does she take Elect geog or history or lit?", "Does she take pure geog or pure lit?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss teachers coming in and leaving late, giving us time to switch from maths to lit or geog to chinese. Now it's all 'okay switch your tiny heads from chemistry to maths to lit like the bionic woman you're supposed to be. Or die'. I miss crapping at the back of the class with Jolyne and Erina during term 4. I miss everything about Sec 1 and 2. And Primary school. And everything before. Maybe one day i'll miss Sec 3 too. Like one &lt;em&gt;very far ahead&lt;/em&gt; day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eeyer this post is freaking sentimental. Okay fine, another word for it would be whiny. But you're gonna listen to me whine! HEH:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember times in Primary school when i'd walk past the Seconday classrooms and see everyone so serious and quiet and remembering we were not to disturb them. We were actually not to be seen either cause the Sec block was out of bounds. Anyways. I remember looking at the boards of those Secondary classes and seeing maths formulaes and workings splattered across the board like intricate artwork and wondering how on earth people could understand those things, thinking how the hell would I be able to understand them in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well now it's the future already, and except for the fact that i'm now &lt;em&gt;sitting in the classroom&lt;/em&gt; itself, and that i'm actually &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to understand, nothing's changed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still don't understand anything:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm looking at it the same way I did years ago, wondering how the hell i'm going to understand the grand mixture of numericals and letters dancing around:O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But now people around me get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wasn't like that when I was Primary 4 or 5 and the people standing around me were also wondering about the confusing headache-worthy f(3)=x(power3)-x(squared)+x=0 shitzo stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Phooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really need to buck up and pull up those hole-ridden SNG socks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wish I could go back to those 100+300=400 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe those A is for Apple days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or those &lt;em&gt;'come on, dear dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say m-o-m-m-y, say d-a-d-d-y' &lt;/em&gt;days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't wanna be in these x=-b(plus/minues)squareroot(xsquared-4ac/2a) days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or these N+H=NH3 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or these &lt;em&gt;'rough endoplasmic reticulum, smooth endoplasmic reticulum, ribosomes, free ribosomes' &lt;/em&gt;days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember in P1 or P2, Mrs Helen Chua wrote in mine and Charlotte's diaries that we didn't bring this piece of work to school and wanted us to get our parents to sign. We were so freaked out that our parents would flip like roti prata (nicole chan copyrighted line). I remember getting so worried I lost my appetite and was edgy all the way home. Then Charlotte called me in the afternoon and said, "I told my ahma! My ahma forgave me already!" I remember calling my mom after that and telling her. Then she was alright with it. And I called Charlotte back and we were squealing into the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay random anecdote there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Erina said they're studying psychology and econs in NJ. How freaking cool is that. I think psychology is cool. Not that I know what it really is, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss all the IP freaks! Erina, Angelique, Lilin, Laisum and everyone who went awayyyyy. I know y'all want to come back! Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Random note: Christine got high today! Omg haha:D And my telling of Daphne's worst fear to her during Lit totally was not scary at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, what should I do from now to American Idol at 10pm! &lt;em&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/em&gt; there's Two Weeks Notice at 11 to 1:D I love Hugh Grant. He's got that British charm:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FUNNIEST MOST AWESOMEST SHOW IN HISTORY WITH THE MOST TALENTED PEOPLE ON THE PLANET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go check it out:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-233015399490650905?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/233015399490650905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=233015399490650905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/233015399490650905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/233015399490650905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-overdue-and-rather-unglam-pic-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SYBYxUQ-3xI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mG7mqSSQ8Mc/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5340785222683292836</id><published>2009-01-27T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:37:16.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't want to go to schoooooool:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The authorities should make school start and end an hour later if they had any sense of compassion for students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEARRRRR:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOLYNEEE AND DAPHNEEE:D &lt;/em&gt;(26th jan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna sleep early tonight. I wanna sleep so early I won't feel a tid bit tired tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some pretty obese hope that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leon is staring at the screen with his shrivelled, sunken face! Heehee:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5340785222683292836?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5340785222683292836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5340785222683292836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5340785222683292836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5340785222683292836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-want-to-go-to-schoooooool.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6857191504013561268</id><published>2009-01-24T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:41:18.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAIL EVERYBODAYYY. It's gonna be the CNY EVE in 3 minutes!! Whoooosh:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just worked in vain on my second piece. Edited here, edited there, shifted here, shifted there, all to cancel off the pages without saving any edits in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;WTH. It just hit midnight, and my bro's clock or something started BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-ing all of a sudden in this horribly eerie tone. And mind you, the whole house is freaking quiet and there is no one in the room with me. Oh, and it's also dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO SWITCH ON THE LIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY THAT'S A BIT BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm. Got a new phone after the old one (which has been with me for 3 whole years!) finally had its last screw-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;At least this one allowed me to transfer 'Friends S02EP12PT1' over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still miss my Nokia 6233 though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay on a random note!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had lunch with Angelique (who flew in from TJ), Lilin (who flew in from NJ) and Christine (who flew in from VJ)! And there was of course, me (who flew in from St Nicks) so we had all four schools present! Hahahahahaha. (laugh with me!) Heehee. Miss those Macs times man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay gonna do this thing which my Ziyu tagged 'Marie' under the '10 people to tag' column! So even if it's another Marie, i'm doing this! Heehee. Love you Ziyuxzxzxzxzxz:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/ habits/little known facts about yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own, 10 weird things/habit/ little known facts as well as state this rule clearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged, and list their names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;4) No tag back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(1) When i'm trying very hard not to laugh, I think of very sad stuff and it works 99.999% of the time to control my laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(2) I say goodnight to my little stuffed animal friends who have been with me since I don't know when every night. (whatever okay! i bet lots of people do that too okay! right?! [say yes])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(3) When I don't understand the topic, I just zone out and &lt;em&gt;stare &lt;/em&gt;at the board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(4) I have about zero initiative. (yeah i know it's supposed i'm supposed to list a &lt;em&gt;little-known&lt;/em&gt; fact, but sorry lah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(5) I get kinda freaked out when i'm not in bed very late at night cause I know i'm supposed to be sleeping but i'm not. Weird huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;6) I really want to go to bed and read or sleep but i'm too lazy to bring myself to the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;7) I sit with one leg up on the chair in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(8) I have never in my whole 2 years and 4 weeks of studying Geog listened during a Geog class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(9) I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to unbutton collar to eat. It's a must or i'll feel suffocated. (eee shuddup shuddup i'm not weird!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(10) Ms Tan Shu Wei once came up to me and put her arms around my neck from behind, and I thought she was gonna hug me. But it ended up with her buttoning my collar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;10 people to be tagged: 10 people who want to expose to the world their more scandalous inner-selves!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, i'm currently going through numbers (5) and (6) now! I wanna go to bed but i'm too lazy to move. Shit, i'm freaking &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay okay going to go now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6857191504013561268?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6857191504013561268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6857191504013561268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6857191504013561268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6857191504013561268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail-everybodayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5376503014861560580</id><published>2009-01-16T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:16:53.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whooo fun day today:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bio lab is awesome-ated shitxzxzxzxzxzxz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Labbo partner Stacey has this awesome flair for adjusting microscopes! Whoooo:D I couldn't see a single freaking thing on the my slide under the microscope other than this toothpick-like thing which I was very sure was a toothpick which came out from nowhere (I actually tried looking for it to remove it okay) until Martha pointed out that it was a pointer :O Then Stacey adjusted the microscope (have no idea how she did it) until my (very few) cheek cells were visible:D Whoooosh:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shirlene's hydrilla cells, Stacey's onion cells were freaking cool. Didn't see Yuting's ahhhh): Daphne got a pretty clear shot of the hydrilla cells, but my three year old malfunction of a phone screwed up and didn't let me receive it from her. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never mind, try again on Monday! &lt;em&gt;(you'd better work, you freakin' phone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nerissa got the phone to take pictures again!!!:D LOVE YOU TO DEATHH:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooh, 3 Grace's got it going for CNY decos!!! Go awesome people:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, gonna go for dinner with Ian and his girlfriend :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;screams 'lightbulb! lightbulb!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit. Ghost Whisperer's gonna be a serious tear-jerker later man. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5376503014861560580?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5376503014861560580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5376503014861560580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5376503014861560580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5376503014861560580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/whooo-fun-day-todayd-bio-lab-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6377611500819162190</id><published>2009-01-13T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:59:34.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 10.52pm. I have to go to sleep sometime soon, but my head is still soaking wet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've done the 4 or 5 maths questions. Okay, maybe 'done' is not the right word. Since i'm pretty sure none of my answers are correct. Unless a guy can really drive on the highway at 15km/h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohh what am I gonna dooooo. What am I supposed to dooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right okay. Don't stress. I'mma gonna read 'About A Boy' until my eyes close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;10.56pm now. Better go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6377611500819162190?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6377611500819162190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6377611500819162190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6377611500819162190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6377611500819162190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-505555209616977922</id><published>2009-01-09T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:21:08.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;First week of school overrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH YOU IP PEOPLE. YOUR TURN NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so it's been 6 days of school so far. Stacey and I counted, and up to this day, this Wu Lao Shi has worn 5 different dresses :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had some Service Learning Project quiz today. 10 'what would you do?' questions. And so my 7/20 result revealed that i'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a good citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry lah. We're Singaporeans, not CME Rich File characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, Cabby baby's quizzzz!:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven-David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Is this okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, makes sense if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Next Plane Home-Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I go for the big shots with the private jets and a seat for me on the next plane back to Yio Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Love Song-Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not gonna write you a love song, Mrs Soh. Even though I finally understood what the hell general formulae is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved-The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's &lt;/em&gt;not a very eventful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Home-Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Me-David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwwwwwwwww:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Winner At A Losing Game-Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, mom and dad, but you really &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;losers at a winning game if you're really scheming to get me to bathe before ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love-Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Woah, i'm a &lt;em&gt;nutcase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Elevator-Flo Rida ft Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;No lah. Some lifts don't go up to 4th floor. Inauspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;When You Look Me In The Eyes-Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;:O:O:O:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Love You Lately-Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;Aww yeah, Chandler was pretty recent. Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Check Yes Juliet-We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;Eh kind of contradicts with my, what was that, life's purpose, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Pavements-Adele&lt;br /&gt;The mental case who studies cracks in the asphalt. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Before He Cheats-Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;Chandler doesn't have some fancy car I wanna carve my name into or pull a louisville slugger on the headlights, so this doesn't apply, dudeee. Heeeheee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;4 Minutes-Madonna&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; they get it any now that when I say i'll take 4 minutes, I actually mean &lt;em&gt;40&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;PDA-John Legend&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and the wedding hall will be filled with horny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;(My Mama told me)You Better Shop Around-David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Dude, i'm &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;. I don't &lt;em&gt;shop&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You-Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;I trip over my feet and fall on the ground for people to entertain them all the time. Pretty fun stuff, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Low-Flo Rida ft T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;No lah, i'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much taller. (blush) :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Vienna-Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding. Vienna would be an &lt;em&gt;awesome &lt;/em&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Should've Said No-Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;How dramatic. I likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;This Is Me-Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;Regret me? Well, referring to the above few questions, I do seem like a psychopath :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Soul-Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha. Yeah, if Incredible Tales produced an actually well-made up ghost, that'd be pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Leave Out All The Rest-Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay girls. So this is the result you get from this factorisation. The rest you should know how to do, so I won't explain anymore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh kill me, why don't you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Hasta La Vista-Camp Rock&lt;br /&gt;Oh, c'mon, &lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;I Just Don't Love You No More-Craig David&lt;br /&gt;I freak out alot that my mom and dad will suddenly get so pissed off about my procrastinating that they'll decide they don't love me anymore and kick me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I Dare You To Move-Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if I asked you if you liked me, i'd dare you to move and say no. Your neck on the line. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;No Promises-Shane Ward&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; decide on not making promises to my mom about improving in maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Only Hope-Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;That Mrs R Soh is my only hope for that A for maths. Ouch, that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Bella's Lullaby-Carter Burwell&lt;br /&gt;HAH. That does it. I'm a lunatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people to do this thing!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Erina and 9 other people who want to do this!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, the above was typed on (i can't remember when). It's 11th Jan now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finished Physics/Chinese! Okay fine. Not &lt;em&gt;finished&lt;/em&gt;. Attempted, more like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-505555209616977922?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/505555209616977922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=505555209616977922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/505555209616977922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/505555209616977922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-week-of-school-overrrrr-hah-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4762151678911618072</id><published>2009-01-05T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:47:51.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, this is the official first post of 2009, since the last one was still counted as Dec 31 though it was typed on the 1st Jan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soooo.... New year, new class, new people, new teachers, new stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lotsa &lt;/em&gt;new stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Grace is a cool lot:D Located beside Yidannnnn and Daphneeeee:D Joined aesthetics commxzxzxzxzxzxzxz with Martha, Shirlene, Xin Hui, Ying Yu and two China scholars whose names I didn't really catch (so sorry!):D (Love Martha's cow pinata/trojan cow idea for CNY decos:D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Being in a new environment and all makes me realize exactly how much I miss 2Justice, miss Mrs Nath, miss Drama class, miss being located near the specs stand. &lt;em&gt;I love you guys:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh blimey. We had math today. Mrs R Soh was going on about quadratic equations and not a single crap clicked in my head and enabled me to understand what she was talking about. Then as I was all freaked out about not getting any freaking thing, she went &lt;em&gt;"And this is only E Math!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh the love of all things good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. 2 hour Xiao Niang Re finale:O Whooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;And gotta get started on that Egeog homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4762151678911618072?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4762151678911618072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4762151678911618072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4762151678911618072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4762151678911618072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-this-is-official-first-post-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2759826458474270121</id><published>2008-12-31T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:11:14.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geez. I woke up at 9am that day and it felt like I was waking at 4am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How the hell am I gonna wake at 6 tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No no &lt;em&gt;nooooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, HAPPY 2009 FREAKS:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2759826458474270121?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2759826458474270121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2759826458474270121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2759826458474270121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2759826458474270121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5323651001720431080</id><published>2008-12-28T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:48:29.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am happy! Getting Friends Season 2 Episode 12 and 13 on my phone baby:D My 2 most favourite episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have I mentioned that I have found &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; perfect guy! Yeah well is name is Chandler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chandler &lt;em&gt;Bing&lt;/em&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whooooooheeee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Smart, witty, funny, caring, thoughtful, loyal, handsome (he is okay!) all mashed into one:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bad he's married to Monica. Oh well. But I love Monica too:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is full of smileys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohkay. 3GRACE next year! Man, this sounds weird. Just like how I said exactly one year ago that 2JUSTICE sounded weird, but I ended up finding the bestest most coolest and greatest people gathered into one there:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, 3 Grace, here I comeee-ayeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(In 5 days, I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5323651001720431080?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5323651001720431080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5323651001720431080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5323651001720431080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5323651001720431080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-happy-getting-friends-season-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8350169964083609040</id><published>2008-12-24T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:57:33.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, don't it hurt deep inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see someone do something to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, don't it pain to see someone cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, especially when someone is her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence is golden, but my eyes still see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence is golden, golden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my eyes still see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking is cheap, people follow like sheep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though there is nowhere to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could she tell, he deceived her so well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity, she'll be the last one to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence is golden, but my eyes still see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence is golden, golden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my eyes still see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times will she fall for his line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I tell her or should I keep cool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I tried, I know she'd say I lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mind your business, don't hurt her, you fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence is golden, but my eyes still see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence is golden, golden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my eyes still see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love this song! The lyrics are just so meaningfully beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY:D:D Have yourself a cool and awesome Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting for people to come for Christmas lunch! Friends season 3 episode 3 part 1 is taking super long to load!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Joey: How come we don't have jam in our apartment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chandler: Because the children need new shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;CHANDLER CHANDLER CHANDLER CHANDLER CHANDLER CHANDLER CHANDLER:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, people are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8350169964083609040?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8350169964083609040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8350169964083609040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8350169964083609040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8350169964083609040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-dont-it-hurt-deep-inside-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1734341674294402341</id><published>2008-12-23T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:12:26.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finished Chem!! Whooooooooo. Product of having nothing to do but sit at home and not watch 'Friends' because my brother is using his computer and that laptop my dad promised somehow hasn't found its way here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOOSH:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Eve mini-get-together later!! Edwina's here already. Lynn's bringing pizza later. It's gonna be a huge difference from the previous Christmas celebrations, but I guess things have to change sometime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woah. The alarm clock just shrieked pretty loudly and my brother just slept through it without even stirring. But in his defense, it's a rather awesome day to just sleep. Or laze around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or start on Chinese homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1734341674294402341?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1734341674294402341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1734341674294402341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1734341674294402341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1734341674294402341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/finished-chem-whooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-133698396274284638</id><published>2008-12-22T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:01:38.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chandler: I can handle it. "Handle" is my middle name. Actually, "handle" is the middle of my first name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-133698396274284638?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/133698396274284638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=133698396274284638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/133698396274284638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/133698396274284638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/chandler-i-can-handle-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2463252101125494896</id><published>2008-12-21T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:01:59.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joey: Monica, relax. Go get a beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monica: I don't want a beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joey: Who said it was for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, sorry for the excess of 'Friends' love-gushing. Just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE THIS SHOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay will get on with watching Season 2 Episode 21!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And on with getting no homework done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoopeeee:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2463252101125494896?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2463252101125494896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2463252101125494896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2463252101125494896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2463252101125494896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/joey-monica-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2091355588184417511</id><published>2008-12-18T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:51:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SUpwCy6NoSI/AAAAAAAAAlk/I5zsmdeWtUc/s1600-h/friends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281156706373312802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SUpwCy6NoSI/AAAAAAAAAlk/I5zsmdeWtUc/s320/friends.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(New Year's eve, and Chandler wants somebody to kiss him at the stroke of midnight. Nobody was going to, so he started jumping around with 'Somebody kiss me! Somebody kiss me!'. Then Joey reaches out and kisses him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Chandler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joey's stalker announces that she's coming up to Joey/Chandler's apartment. Joey and Chandler panic and run to Monica/Rachel's apartment, but they're not in. Hearing footsteps sounding on the stairs, they run back to their apartment and close the door. Joey picks up a frying pan, and Chandler goes, "Yes, hitting her with the frying pan is a good idea. We might wanna have a backup though, just in case she isn't a cartoon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Chandler!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cutest couple goes to Joey/Chandler:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, yes okay. I haven't gotten any freaking iota of homework done. Wonder how i'm gonna go to school again man. I'd probably wander in and wonder where I am. Oh shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ran at East Coast today! Tell you, i've never run so far at a continuous pace and &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;feel on the brink of death before :O Was pretty cool. Just that my legs got all itchy and I was scratching until they had red streaks down them. Then figured it was the fats burning away, so just continued. They went away after awhile, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohkayyyy. My mom just sneaked up behind me and scrutinized the computer screen and saw the Joey/Chandler picture and wondered aloud if I was watching a gay show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2091355588184417511?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2091355588184417511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2091355588184417511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2091355588184417511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2091355588184417511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-joeychandler-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SUpwCy6NoSI/AAAAAAAAAlk/I5zsmdeWtUc/s72-c/friends.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2844356401328453665</id><published>2008-12-15T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:28:54.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just back from 'Four Christmases'. Lotsa crude jokes, but was pretty alright. Vince Vaughn is an amazing actor, and so is Reese Witherspoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh shit shit shit. Why oh freaking why did I have to go and find out that Chandler and Monica got married? Oh &lt;em&gt;ugh&lt;/em&gt;. Not that that isn't ten shades of sweet and cool. But I would have loved to watch it all happen instead of knowing beforehand. Ahhh. The power of wikipedia and imdb. Oh, I know Phoebe gets pregnant too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Chandler. I love Chandler. I love Chandler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Friends. I love Friends. I love Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh addiction to smoking, addiction to glue, addiction to drugs, addiction to drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Addiction to sitcoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. Gonna go sleep a little tiny bit and wake up at 1.40am and go to airport to receive dad's friend's son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental note: Remind Mom to address dad's friend's son by his name Niroshan, and not Ramasami or Shanmughan.&lt;/em&gt;&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/4058182024325516253-2844356401328453665?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2844356401328453665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2844356401328453665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2844356401328453665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2844356401328453665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-back-from-four-christmases.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3835225966860826524</id><published>2008-12-10T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:56:24.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back from Clarke Quay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everybody is going places - Europe, America, Australia, Thailand, China, Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm going to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CLARKE QUAY:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cool huh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ian, aunt and I got blanja-ed by cousin Meiling and her mom at this Teochew restaurant near her office first. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; waited in the office lobby for them, and I tell you, we were the most out-of-place three people in the planet, standing there awkwardly and staring around :O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So in hopes of seeming a little cooler, I put on sunglasses. Then the guard starting looking at me funny. And I took them off again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Food was goooooood. Took pictures of every dish which came. Whole meal for 5 ended up sucking a total of $150+. Which equals to about $38.40 a person. Which equals to about 12 plates of hokkien mee and a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But restaurants are fun:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Headed off to Clarke Quay afterwards. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;f there's one thing the fun, sexy, noisy, people-infested place has, it's ang mohs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mohs and bars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We walked past one bar, and Ian said, "This is the black place." Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't help but go, "But it's full of whites."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Sorry lah, Singaporean here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But it freaking was. Full of whites, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saw about 6 ang mohs (more high-class-ly called Australians) practise ice-skating. It was freaking cool. But I jumped when I went too close to the stage and one of them &lt;em&gt;skeeeumph&lt;/em&gt; screeched to a stop near my face. Yeah, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was not very cool. Lucky nobody saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saw the people going for G-Max:O (aka the inverse-bungee thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are many words for those people - brave, daring, courageous, thrill-seeking, adventurous. But I think one word pretty much sums it all up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And that word is: &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You don't think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, try paying $30 to get yourself on those seats, see the people gathering to see you get flung about 100 metres into the air like a freaking slingshot, wish you hadn't been born as you're being strapped in, wondering if the strap would like you enough to stay put until you come back down (&lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;you come back down, that is), and then &lt;em&gt;boom, &lt;/em&gt;get thrown into the sky like a bullet from a gun, seeing your life (and the whole of Singapore from a hundred metres above it) flash before your eyes, then feel the blood-curling-scream-worthy feel of gravity regaining power over you and pulling you down before 2 seconds at the maximum altitude. Oh, on top of that, you're being flipped 360 degrees like a kebab on a stick throughout the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then try telling me what you are, if not insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But to the people watching from below, though. The whole thing is &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It downright &lt;em&gt;rocks &lt;/em&gt;to watch as the people go up, flushed with excitement and then come down looking like corpses. Insane corpses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and it rocks even more to hear them scream like Godzilla was right in front of them and threatening to tear them apart with its razor teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have I mentioned how much I loved Clarke Quay?:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love Clarke Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, anyways, we went for ice-cream, and mom called at 9.20pm to say it was very late. We went on eating ice-cream anyway:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We went past this restaurant cum bar - Clinic. Basically, the whole place is theme-ed after a hospital setting. The chairs are wheelchairs, the couches and hospital couches, the tables and operating tables and the drinks are served from a blood-bag-like drip thing hanging by the chair. Aunty was explaining how inauspicious it was to eat sitting on a wheelchair. Heeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got freaked out by the stilt-walkers who were ambling about and towering over us with scary-looking faces. And my cousin wanted to take pictures with them. So my heart was just about going &lt;em&gt;harrrumph harrumph thud thud thud &lt;/em&gt;at an uneven pace, standing next to them. Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You know, Singapore night-life is pretty cool. I guess I can see the side of those why-go-to-LA-when-we-have-orchard-road-and-clarke-quay people. I mean. The bars/restaurants are pretty high-class, pretty cool. The Singapore River is so awesome in all its colourful-lights-and-mystical-aura splendidness. The place is noisy and fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very '&lt;/em&gt;okay-i'm-booking-a-reservation-for-six-years-later-when-i'm-old-enough-to-enter'-worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, on a random note. 'Friends' is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; climbing the ladder on the best sitcoms list man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica (Courtney Cox), Phoebe (Lisa Kudron), Rachel (Jennifer Aniston), Chandler (Matthew Perry), Ross (David Schwimmer), and Joey (Matt le Blanc).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most awesome cast in the history of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After 16 episodes of season 1, I have to say, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bomb, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Check this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chandler walks into Monica and Rachel's apartment one morning and accidentally sees Rachel naked. Rachel wants to get back at Chandler by seeing him naked too. So Rachel walks into Joey and Chandler's apartment one day and walks into the shower, thinking Chandler's inside. She opens the curtains and sees Joey in the shower. Joey wants to get back at Rachel, so he walks into Monica and Rachel's apartment one day and goes into the shower, thinking Rachel's inside. He opens the curtains and finds Monica. Monica wants to get back at Joey and so walks into his apartment one day and opens the shower curtains to find Joey's&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just love 'Friends':D I'm gonna watch my way to Season 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get this. Each actor/actress, namely Courtney Cox, Lisa Kudron, Jennifer Aniston, Matthew Perry, David Schwimmer and Matt le Blanc was paid a freaking&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sum of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US one million dollars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each&lt;/strong&gt; episode&lt;/em&gt; filmed. (There are 10 seasons with more than 20 episodes in each season) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;, on their 10 season anniversary, &lt;em&gt;each member of the crew was given a &lt;strong&gt;car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But they all do deserve it. They're &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;good:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ooh it's 12.27am now. Surprised Leon actually was able to fall asleep with my fingers hammering away at the keys on the keyboard, making these loud &lt;em&gt;tock tock tock &lt;/em&gt;noises. Or maybe he's bluffing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ooh, did I mention. He was watching this boxing video on youtube that day. According to the video summary, the watcher had to focus on the boxer's feet 'cause he was presumably gonna give an excellent punch. So my brother watched, waiting for the punch. And finally, after about 2 minutes, with no warning at all, this huge scary face popped out on the screen and screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He nearly fell off his chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But he started laughing after that, and got me to watch it, plunging me into aneurysms when the face jumped out. Yeah, but he got a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woah. I've been typing for one hour :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, won't disturb him anymore, sleep or not sleep. If he's awake, he's probably thinking of ways to throw me out without waking the parentals. If he's not, though, he's probably dreaming of a drama play with &lt;em&gt;tock tock tock&lt;/em&gt; as the soundscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3835225966860826524?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3835225966860826524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3835225966860826524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3835225966860826524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3835225966860826524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-clarke-quay-everybody-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3689285551909494583</id><published>2008-11-24T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:11:05.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post has been edited to include the quiz at the end! Scroll down, nuthead:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSulAPaYV-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/skgyoaaCgrs/s1600-h/46gW1qrYxvxCH91d6if0nQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272489212323059682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSulAPaYV-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/skgyoaaCgrs/s320/46gW1qrYxvxCH91d6if0nQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272485514661334210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhpAjIDMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/OrpSV3KsUzw/s320/iArdEQWmwCiCS8cX4g35_Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhpI3XY2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Eix5v4WCbXM/s1600-h/1JeyH9NfiOWtHA6JWyzUTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272485516893709154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhpI3XY2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Eix5v4WCbXM/s320/1JeyH9NfiOWtHA6JWyzUTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhogMyCTI/AAAAAAAAAk8/idyhJMJvDWY/s1600-h/0ZikAPsKcIEDFYJ_kMfsRg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272485505977682226" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhogMyCTI/AAAAAAAAAk8/idyhJMJvDWY/s320/0ZikAPsKcIEDFYJ_kMfsRg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhpVQAPhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4fWC94RKNAE/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_517875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272485520218275346" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuhpVQAPhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4fWC94RKNAE/s320/PhotoFunia_517875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuf4jJWmvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/No_cUGg2HsI/s1600-h/bc_eGI0h5FGozMm7_axoXg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272483582623259378" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuf4jJWmvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/No_cUGg2HsI/s320/bc_eGI0h5FGozMm7_axoXg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuf4VPxzrI/AAAAAAAAAks/1v0TmvmE2mo/s1600-h/Aoaev9qoDRh0KgbenWkRrQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272483578892111538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSuf4VPxzrI/AAAAAAAAAks/1v0TmvmE2mo/s320/Aoaev9qoDRh0KgbenWkRrQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSueL5sF2RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dpcPtJhY3e8/s1600-h/Wh1hgK-J0wcid8K6eRhhuw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272481716068800786" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSueL5sF2RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dpcPtJhY3e8/s320/Wh1hgK-J0wcid8K6eRhhuw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSueLdlO0BI/AAAAAAAAAkc/q7ClZdsNZUE/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_5161ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272481708523835410" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSueLdlO0BI/AAAAAAAAAkc/q7ClZdsNZUE/s320/PhotoFunia_5161ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bada &lt;em&gt;bing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Erina dearest has promoted her quiz and i'm advertising it! So here we go, peanutheads!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. I&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember&lt;br /&gt;(4: Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stomach. If it gets any bigger, people would be getting off seats in the MRT and gesturing at me to use them. Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dry hair. Helps me save money on gel, 'cause it pretty much molds itself into whatever kind of style I order it to. Awesome-ated shit.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hairy arms/legs. Keeps me warm. Hah all you hairless people who will die before me in the case of a global freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DO NOT LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;1. Stomach. Big stomachs need big food. Not good for financial crisis times.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dry hair. Keeps hairdresses wasting their saliva on telling me/my mom how kiam my hair is. And they need saliva. Digestive juices, for goodness sakes. People spend money on products which help digestion, can't just throw it all away like that, can you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Hairy arms/legs. Keeps people wasting their time trying to experiment with plucking out the hair or rubbing my arms/legs and going "Eeee". Dudes, you gotta realize that nothing you do will make my hair uproot themselves and give you lessons 101 on why they chose to take residence in my arms/legs, and asking me why i'm so hairy will not yield any results because I don't think I was conscious when my genetics were being formed. And since time is money, you're wasting money. Not good for you, folks - two words: financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mother&lt;br /&gt;2. Father&lt;br /&gt;3. You asking me about third party? Want me to call Subhas Ananda (or whatever his name is) and sue you issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kazhuas in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;2. The dream in which Mrs Nath was screaming at me for not bringing Village By The Sea&lt;br /&gt;3. Mrs Khong/Aunt(Ms Lai) appearing out of nowhere during duty hours to catch us slacking with the bookshelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Phone (it's nice to know you're just numbers away from someone)&lt;br /&gt;2. Panadol (a day knowing that i don't have any zyrtec as backups for those horrible headaches is not a day at all)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bed (ahh...sanctuary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. That oversized SNG shirt they gave us for national day in P5 (yes it's still a little oversized. gootness. i know what you're thinking - it must have been really oversized, huh?  Yeah well, clamp it (copyrighted Jolyne Clampit Tan).)&lt;br /&gt;2. Black fbts&lt;br /&gt;3. Pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. I really liked the singing statues in Hercules once...&lt;br /&gt;2. David Archuleta (who, who, who else but he?)&lt;br /&gt;3. My brother. I have all his hit singles - the screeching, the howling, the grunting, you name it, I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (RIGHT NOW):&lt;br /&gt;1. If I Were A Boy - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;2. My Hands - David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;3. Vienna - Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? Dr Phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wahlao eh.&lt;br /&gt;2. You&lt;br /&gt;3. Pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Annoying my brother while he studies&lt;br /&gt;2. Rotting away on my couch&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching Alan, Charlie and Jake on Two and a Half Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU NEED TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get over the fact that i'm not going to Arvon&lt;br /&gt;2. Find something to do&lt;br /&gt;3. Bathe. (omg my third thing was exactly same as Erina's:O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am&lt;br /&gt;2. only&lt;br /&gt;3. 14 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. France! And test my 36% with the locals!&lt;br /&gt;2. Salt Lake City! (there are pretty things there!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Zoo. See the White Tigers who granted the guy his final wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Win the fight over Juan's and my wrongful annuling of CCA point&lt;br /&gt;2. Find the holiday homework, print it out and burn it&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy all David Archuleta CDs in stock and get them buried with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. Well. Aunt Rose visits once a month. I think that means i'm chromosome X-ed right? Or does she just dislike Uncle Robin so much?&lt;br /&gt;2. I understand why my mom and aunt cried at the last episode of Bu Fan De Ai&lt;br /&gt;3. I cry when Melinda crosses the ghosts over to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE NOT STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have more hair (on my head and body) than my brothers. I was born that way. They thought I was a boy because I looked so much like my dad. And I had a headful of hair so I looked like a paintbrush&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't do dresses. I just don't. Sorry, mom.&lt;br /&gt;3. I punch and bully my brothers more than I cook or clean or sit and look girly. Product of a lifetime of living with guys. Old guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Chen Zhi Cai show starting soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3689285551909494583?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3689285551909494583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3689285551909494583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3689285551909494583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3689285551909494583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/bada-bing.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SSulAPaYV-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/skgyoaaCgrs/s72-c/46gW1qrYxvxCH91d6if0nQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7819321205708422026</id><published>2008-11-24T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:24:18.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah shit. Not going for Arvon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a really good programme, and it's very good opportunity since i'm given a choice to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes sacrifices gotta be made. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Opportunity cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Driving Lessons rocks:D Love Rupert Grint. He's not good looking (sorry cabby heh) but he's charming and funny. Which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do with myself. Finished wrapping books and everything. (wrapping books is fun, by the way) And I could watch Two and A Half Men, but if I start, I won't be able to stop. (proclaims my love for charlie and alan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna go finish watching Driving Lessons. If I finish watching that, i'll go on to watch Nanny Diaries again. Ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7819321205708422026?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7819321205708422026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7819321205708422026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7819321205708422026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7819321205708422026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1141381647827906565</id><published>2008-11-23T05:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:11:47.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Avon workshops from 1 to 5 Dec!! 9am-5pm each day. 5 days omg. Like school. Should I go? Should I not go?&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 that I have a choice either way, though.&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;Hmm whatever. It could be fun. (&lt;em&gt;Please &lt;/em&gt;let it be fun.) Aye. Choir trip prevents my Carissa midnight hag and Rachel from going with meeee. Ugh. My Christine hasn't replied! (Oh please go, Christineeeeek:O)&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;Watched Poltergeist 2 and Nanny Diaries yesterday. Neither were very excellent shows, but watching with mom and cousin and grandma and aunt was fun:D Gonna watch Baby Mama later!&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;Watching old home videos rock man! It's the best thing ever. Especially watching them with family. They're the best movies ever. I could spend a whole day watching old videos with family man. Actually, I could watch just about anything with them and not get bored or pissed off. But old home videos get the #1:D Love y'all, guys:D &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. Gonna scoot now. Mommy thinks i'm in the shower, and brother is gonna come up anytime now and chase me out of his room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I need that new laptop, daddy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1141381647827906565?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1141381647827906565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1141381647827906565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1141381647827906565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1141381647827906565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/avon-workshops-from-1-to-5-dec-9am-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8205348691501647524</id><published>2008-11-16T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:50:54.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know holiday homework is up on edulearn! And for some unfathomable, incomprehensible reason, I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to do it! Must be the boredom. Having nothing to do at all really gets to you sometimes. Sent in my first draft 5 minutes after midnight on Wednesday! Which equals to 5 minutes late. Which equals not so bad. Whoosh:D Considering I started out on a blank page on Wednesday morning and somehow managed to churn out this 6 page rough (and probably mistake-ridden) draft in my outbox at 12.05am. &lt;em&gt;Phew&lt;/em&gt;. Better not get to the straw which breaks the camel's back though. Not a good idea, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic Mass later! My uncle's gonna bring Baby Vicky (aka my freakingly cute niece):D I love her to bits and pieces. She's the cutest thing i've ever laid eyes on, I tell you. (Yes, much cuter than David Archuleta or Shane West or whoever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, which reminds me huh. Who was it who typed in my handphone notes section "David the worst damn thing your eyes have every seen" huh huh? Own up, culprit! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To 2 Justice '08!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are a marvellous, awesome, fabulous bunch of people, the most talented and cool and friendly and fun people I have ever met:D This year was interesting, and there were ups and downs. Everyone's going their separate ways next year, whether to IP or other schools or other classes, doing different things. But we're always gonna be the rockin' fabulous 2J '08 who freakingly won best class award and chalet at Changgggi:D:D Thanks for making this year so freaking cool and so fun! Every single one of you rock to the max max max max and wherever you go next year, i'm freakin' sure you'll rock the house to bits of debris:D:D And I can only hope and pray that my class next year will be half as nice and cool as you guys:D I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FREAKS:D FOREVER AND EVER BABES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got down and dirty and sentimental for a moment! Heh. But I really love you 2Justice individuals:D Rock on, dudesss(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. As above-mentioned, there's nothing better to do. And hence I will do the 100 question quiz from mei nu Nicole Yueeee's blogggo:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break it down now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;C) Continue this game by sending it to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Wasting away and wanting to do holiday homework for some screwed up reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;When i'm pissed of at it, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh. I bet lots of things happened at 10am today. What, was the whole world comatose on their beds just like how I was? Don't think so. But i'm not so sure - I was pretty preoccupied with being braindead and snoring on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, still braindead and can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;To curl up under a blanket and get knocked out and not wake for another fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;What hood? I'm not freaking Flo Rida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;A pillow so I can sleep. (What sort of question is this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o9. What bottom are you wearing now&lt;br /&gt;Black, oversized fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my messages to audition themselves and then get them to vote for their nicest counterpart first, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Complicated? How to make it complicated? Not some Chinese drama okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;As in, now? Can't think of anything. I'll get back to you after i've checked, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;HSM3. And it rocked:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;The CD entitled David Archuleta and the poster with his face which is still wrapped in plastic and sitting downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh it was from Jolyne, and it was quite long (as usual) so probably won't type the whole thing out here. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Hurh! (not gonna embarrass myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames? Eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. From Jolyne also. And also quite long (took 10 seconds to open) so shan't type it out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;2.10am and happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;My toy dog. (I ask him questions and he'll respond, controlled by the motions of my hands. And he rocks. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream out of a can?&lt;br /&gt;Simi whipped cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Who did you talk &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt;, you mean!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I erm. Talked to my dad. He was telling me about how we was walking across the Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. The kazhua in my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;My brother, when he said to his girlfriend on the phone, "Ehh no it's not 3 o'clock yet. It's 2.59."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;What are toe socks? Stop making me feel outdated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing as I wouldn't be &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt; if someone actually reached in my chest (yuck) and disected my heart with a pair of scissors or something, nope. Then again, how can a something break if it's kinda full of blood and made of tissues which aren't really fragile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Haven't thought about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, is it real or just another crushh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;:O:O:O Deepest darkest secret exposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;White lah. Then what. Rainbow colour arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'd probably guilt myself to death before receiving the billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying : talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? Then why are Ellen and Oprah probably able to afford a house twice the size of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My dad. He has to sleep with the Jonas brothers and David Archuleta staring at him from the walls every night now since Grandma is staying here. Sorry dad. Maybe you'll think they're hot too after a few more months. Not that Mom will be very happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. Paiseh paiseh. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my stuffed pig qualifies as a person right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm a typing corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died, when they really hadn't?&lt;br /&gt;Well. Yeah. Moses Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;Profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. I think it was Zac Efron. And I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Woah. This is like some psychiatric question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My hair is longer and I don't really find Paul Twohill appealing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;My brother's radio, and thunder grumbling outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Haha. Ha. Hah hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Why base my life on a phrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer. Sounds so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Organ. And I still can play okay! A little. Not alot. Okay, fine, I don't play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;This week started about 15 hours and 45 minutes ago. I think i've been able to stay out of bad ideas since then. I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;Admiring the Christmas tree and waiting for my brother to bring home supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have his album. Oh whatever else could I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Ha. Ha. Crush - David Archuleta. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. Stop rubbing it in luh. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Sheen on Two and a Half Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, and 36% French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan's &lt;a href="http://www.dateathailandman.com/"&gt;www.dateathailandman.com&lt;/a&gt; takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Marie Tan Pei En. It has 4 words. 4 divided by 2 = 2. Hence there is no middle. A1 explanation, Mr Clement Tan? How about that method mark you were taking about, Mrs Yeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I recently developed any freaky psychic powers I don't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Psychatric question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Romeo! Death lies on him like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field, and death which hath sucked the honey of his breath hath had no power yet upon his beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;Here! Here! Here! Stalker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;The Annoying Your Brother When He Studies game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing yoooooouuu. I'm not going through the motions, waiting and hoping you call me!&lt;br /&gt;It's a song lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny! Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my life. What else I am supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;CHIJ St. Nicholas Primary! I cried my way to PAP kindergarten, and my mom hence decided to ballot me in St Nicks since my going to Marymount Primary just wasn't happening. But turns out we lucky things didn't need balloting. So there I was:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Got this question from my PAP kindergarten activity book right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion do you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Probably just emotions taking me over, caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul!!&lt;br /&gt;(It's a song neh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.the sum of the distinguishing phenomena of organisms, esp. metabolism, growth, reproduction, and adaptation to environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.the animate existence or period of animate existence of an individual: to risk one's life; a short life and a merry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Curl up and sleep. Sleep, that sweet oblivion into which I must retreat when confronted with's life's struggles and ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Joseph. And I want to murder him. The guy's freaking sitting in an air-con office and earning money while I sit beside my brother who is studying so hard i'm positive he's gonna go schizophrenic in a few weeks and waste my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;Pope John Paul II. He was shot by some guy, and he actually went to visit him in prison and talk to him like a brother. Now, if that's not just freaking awesome, what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;September. 8 months and 4 days after my eldest brother wished for a sister on his 10th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Still braindead. Even though i've been proven awake for 4 hours and 12 minutes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;4.12pm! Haha Nicole Yue did this at 4.21pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;MEINU ROCKY!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;Luminous fbt green. And it caused fatal car accidents because vehicles mistook my head for a traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged by Nicole Yue! (she had better meant it for this marie! if not, it'd be the paiseh-est thing i've ever done! hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;Curl up and sleep. Yes, I sleep &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wa mm zai! Translation: I don't know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Family luh. They're weird sometimes, but they rock:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Fly to Salt Lake City, then come back and fight about the wrongful annuling of my CCA point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;God. He'd never judge me or anything like that. And he rocks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Nicole Yue's answer. What's there to believe or not? It's already proven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Not telling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;This year is ending in less than 2 months. So fast. Too fast. Goals? Eh...survive mentorship deadlines with good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that everything is what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no. I think that the sun just moved closer because it was attracted by America's top models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Stomachaches when i'm out of the house or not in the vicinity of any usable toilets really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by care, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Eh? This question seems to be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;A rock so I can hide behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;This question doesn't make grammatical sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;No one no longer cares for me? Huh? That'd be a good thing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;Break up with him on the phone in 27 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;Amazed that I actually answered 100 questions about myself. Sounds a bit narcissistic, doesn't it? (woah i was listening to a 'beauty and a beast' song and i typed 'sounds a bit romantic'. ooh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ppl who are down for this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;-Erina (told you i'd tag you hah)&lt;br /&gt;-Jolyne (i know you want to answer 100 questions about yourself! heehee.)&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole Chan (narcissist! do it!)&lt;br /&gt;-Juan juan (you also, narcissist!)&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi!&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;-Ziyu!&lt;br /&gt;-Yvonne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people were tagged randomly! Charismatic Mass is in 50 minutes! And I haven't eaten dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8205348691501647524?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8205348691501647524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8205348691501647524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8205348691501647524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8205348691501647524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-know-holiday-homework-is-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5561036717801108286</id><published>2008-11-14T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:36:43.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I HAVE IT. I HAVE IT. I HAVE IT. I HAVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(shuddup it doesn't sound wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I HAVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEER&lt;/em&gt; FOR ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FOR THERE IS AN ALBUM TITLED 'DAVID ARCHULETA' SITTING ON MY TABLE RIGHT NOW, FLANKED NEATLY BY FREAKING 2009 CALENDAR WITH THIS GUY WHOSE NAME HAPPENS TO BE DAVID ARCHULETA ADORNING THE HUGE POSTER-SIZED BEAUTY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill &lt;/em&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, don't. 'Cause I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's still wrapped beautifully in plastic and is just just just. Just! &lt;em&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks to Nicole Chan who sponsored me with 14 out of the 16.90 dollars needed to purchased the 8th World Wonder:D:D &lt;em&gt;THANK YOOOOOU:D:D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, I owe this blog and 2 Justice a dedication! I shall do it in the next post! Promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;('Cause I don't think I can write a proper and deserving dedication while 97% of me wants to run into the room and curl up on the bed and watch the Chen Zhi Cai show until 12am then Tyra Banks until 1am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last day of school today! Ended it with a &lt;em&gt;BANG -&lt;/em&gt; Mrs Khong tugging at my uniform and pulling my belt up to an unearthly height&lt;em&gt;. Awesome:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH LOVE-AH-LEE TWO JUSTICE WON WON WON WON ALOHA CHALET AND A WHOLE HAMPER OF &lt;em&gt;FOOOOD &lt;/em&gt;:D:D:D:D CONGRAAAAATTSS BABEEEEES:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay shall go watch! &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/4058182024325516253-5561036717801108286?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5561036717801108286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even just for a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throw on what I wanted and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And chase after girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because theyd stick up for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell everyone its broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they thinkthat I was sleeping alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd put myself first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for me to come home (to come home)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose the one you wanted (wanted)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted (granted)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say its just a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think I forgive you like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You thought wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't understand (yea you don’t understand)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday you'll wish you were a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you've taken her for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're just a boy…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I Were A Boy - Beyonce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lovely song. Go watch the music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it rocks having older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can prank call their girlfriends and do nonsense stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can answer his handphone and go (in manly voice), "Hi, this is Leon. I'm a pimpled freak who eats nonsense stuff and..." before he wrestles the phone back. &lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;you can also sent offline instant messages through his account to his 'one and only' saying "Hi this is Freak Tan. I am a weirdo who loves doing nonsense" etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is. The guy in question doesn't get angry:O He laughs and lets you terrorize his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 ROCKS:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was a short short short post. Gonna watch the Chen Zhi Cai show! (Did I mention I met him in the lift one day and nearly fainted out of shock and excitement?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-141817478570954200?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/141817478570954200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=141817478570954200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/141817478570954200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/141817478570954200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-were-boy-even-just-for-day-id-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7706960093702490214</id><published>2008-11-05T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:50:26.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, so Marie Ee smsed mentor yesterday after some debating and grieving over how he hasn't replied both of us (i feel better now)! And he said. He wanted a phone call session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O:O:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Si liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But! He hasn't told me anything about it. Oh please don't. I would just... I would... I...I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ben xiao jie is a shy person! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But aiyah what's the use of a mentor if you're not gonna listen to his advice and hear what he has to say and learn from him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Should stop being a wuss and just talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm. Okay on to other matters. Like. Subject combi results coming out on Mooon Day!!!!! (bites nails, fidgets, looks uncomfortable) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tres&lt;/em&gt; exciting, &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; nerve-wrecking, &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But whatever. What's done is done. I'd take anything they give me. Other than the Clit or Drama options. I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So hope everybody out there gets their desired options and be &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; happy:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, i'm gonna dedicate a post to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; awesome&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 Justice '08 on Monday after every gets their results!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WO AI NI, I LOVE YOU, THE BESTEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLDXZXZXZXZXZX:D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Flyer was super freakingly awesome-ated! Even though when we got to the top and the thing announced 'You are now on top of the world', and it started raining with thunder and lightning and my cousin got so scared she never left the seat and her feet and palms started sweating and shaking. It was beautiful. Could see the Benjamin Sheares Bridge (i think) and the Singapore River, the Marina Barage and every freaking awesome thing!:D The ride took all of half an hour, but it was one hell of a great half an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singapore River was great too. The driver uncle let me steer the boat, and although I was freaking out inwardly over what to do if I made the boat capsize and all the ang mohs at the back had relatives who would sue my parents for manslaughter and wrongful deaths, I did it:D And guess what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I didn't make the boat capsize:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, it swayed like dangerously for awhile, but nothing which made the angmohs scream or jump off and start swimming back. And that equals a victory:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Had a stomachache while on the thing, though. Awful. But Singapore River still rocks even with the pains in my stomach which screamed at me to go relieve myself and me screaming back that there was no toilet in the vicinity which was, if I may add, just water and restaurants and angmohs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One hour bus rides to Harbourfront are cool stuff. I just crossed the road to a bus stop, awaited the arrival of 855 and got on when it came, sat behind and in one hour, got off at Vivo City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Rings a bell on something about transport hubs. Hmm far away memory.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohkay. SENTOSA LAST THURSDAY WAS THE FUN-NEST COOLEST SHINDICK EVERRR:D:D:D:D THANK YOOOU CHANSTER, HOONSTER AND JUANSTER:D:D Love y'all to deathxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxx:D We saw this Leonardo Dicaprio look-alike near the Merlion before going to Delifrance (and blowing 14 freaking dollars of my dad's money on a spaghetti and lemon tea). I really, I mean &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;, thought he looked like Leonardo Dicaprio. Except that he was Indian and was probably hotter than Leonardo Dicaprio with the way Dicaprio looks now (which is saddening - what happened to my Romeo? ):  ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sat the Skyride thing. Which was pretty erm life-draining. If there had been no bars (which I gripped so hard my palms started sweating and my knuckles turned white) I would never ever have gotten my shaking-with-fear butt on it. Even though it's just about a tenth of the height of the Flyer at its maximum altitude. But it was still cool(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(tip: don't think about the thing dropping and plunging you into the trees and greenery below) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The beaches were fun:D We found our way around thanks to Juan Juan who uncharacteristically (heehee okay just kidding, don't get mad) did research and stuff and knew her way around the sunny place:D (Okay okay you're smart) Met nice Korean people who thought Chan and Hoon were laughing about them when they were actually doing something not mildly embarrassing behind the itinerary. Met German guy and his super cute baby daughter (who is not called Shavani!)! Saw some Edward-looking guy at Tanjong beach haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All in all, it was superrrrr greeeat:D LOOOOVE YOOOU ALLL WEEETH ALL MY HEEAART:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nights In Rodanthe was touching! Tears started betraying me at the part where the ponies came (okay shut up). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ooooh &lt;strong&gt;congrats you environmental green models people - Jolyne, Chantel, Francine, Yvette - for sashaying into finals!!!:D:D &lt;/strong&gt;You guys rockeddd:DD Even in recycled materials:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay shall go watch the last episode of the 7pm show I taped! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gootbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you so much:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7706960093702490214?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7706960093702490214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7706960093702490214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7706960093702490214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7706960093702490214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-so-marie-ee-smsed-mentor-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2693630716905624500</id><published>2008-11-05T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:20:38.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omg what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mentor's not replying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Omg. Omg. Omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What to do!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Worrying for his health. Worrying for his health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Omg I am not cursing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I shall wait a few days, then just when i'm about to hit rock bottom, i'll sms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Omg what if he doesn't reply sms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, then i'll call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If I have the guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But then again. When i'm about to go mental, there's probably nothing I wouldn't do. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Omg what if he doesn't pick up the phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. Then i'll just fall lightly to the ground and waste away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, that's what i'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU TO DEATH, TWO JUSTICE SHEROES:D:D:D FOREVER AND EVER BABES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2693630716905624500?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2693630716905624500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2693630716905624500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2693630716905624500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2693630716905624500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4269869777327157325</id><published>2008-10-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:56:03.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YAY NEW SKIN. I realize putting up 'Stand Up' lyrics on the erm starting erm note may sound like i'm a homocidal mentally screwed maniac, but the song is awesome and so are the lyrics:D (PS:That's why I placed the name of the song and the artist right at the top in caps) :O&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 the profile isn't updated. Okay, updated a bit. Will update under more relaxing circumstances (aka: not when my mom is storming around the house like a hurricane consuming all the junk and rubbish in her way and reverse psychology-ing me to go bathe at the same time) &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;Yes, she's doing all that and I can't even hear her 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;&lt;em&gt;Silent&lt;/em&gt; hurricane.&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;The most overwhelming kind.&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's amazing.&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 my computer's not back (not sure when or if it will ever be). But I could get used to annoying my brother with the sounds of the keyboard by typing in a purposeful frenzy while sitting next to him, thriving on the advantages of &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; computer.&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 it's not worth it when you're sitting next to someone who's nine years older than you but nine times slimmer (yes, even though he's a 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;&lt;em&gt;Okay, a little bit of human geog info here.&lt;/em&gt;&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;People born from the years 1950 to 1960+ are called the &lt;em&gt;baby boomers&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(My parents' ages, not sure about yours. Since my parents decided to introduce me about 10 years after their first child)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People born from the years 1960+ to 1970+ are called the &lt;em&gt;Generation X&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People born from the years 1970+ to 1980+ are called the &lt;em&gt;Generation Y&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(My brothers - who listen to oldiesand gay bands' music and sing along)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And people born from the years 1980+ to 1990/2000+ are called the &lt;em&gt;New Millenium&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(YES THE NEW MILLENIUM)&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;Something I learnt from staying over at my cousin's (Generation X) house last weekend.&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 slept on a mattress on her floor and woke up in the middle of the night to find that I didn't have a bolster, and so pulled a humungous beanbag from under her bag to hug.&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;(shuddup, i'm not weird)&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;Hmm. Okay. Hist, Geog, Science, English results today! Screwed Science (woah alliteration). Aiyah, what's done is done. It's over and chucked into the incinerators to burn and use the produced heat energy to generate electricity.&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;Lit, Chinese, Math and Drama tomorrowwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ohhh, tomorrow, tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 hereby concede to Mother's reverse-psychology workings and am going to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(It's mind-boggling how she can drive me to bathe by not chasing me to go bathe)&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, have I mentioned, it's disconcerting to sit next to someone who's 9 years older but slimmer and lighter and bursts out in 1980s music once every 15 minutes?)&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, now I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4269869777327157325?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4269869777327157325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4269869777327157325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4269869777327157325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4269869777327157325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6712370288547808767</id><published>2008-10-10T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:06:56.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So freeeee, so freeeeee, so &lt;em&gt;freeeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;. &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;Heeeheeeeeee:D:D&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;This is a random posting! Random posting! Random posting whoo:D&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;Oooh, what is a premise? What the hell is a premise! Mentorship meeting tomorrow, and I have no freaking idea what a premise is. And i'm supposed to have come up with one.&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;Whatever it is.&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 I can't access my email so I don't have a freaking idea where the mentor's house is either. &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;Ah. Isn't life just the loveliest thing?&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;Wonder how I will survive tomorrow. &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;&lt;em&gt;"Hello, nice to meet you. You have a nice house. And yeah. Uh, so yes... I would like to uh clarify what a premise is... Oh, I haven't exactly thought of one yet. My exams just ended you know about one week ago, and I was busy stoning and downloading songs off an illegal site. So yeah, i'm really sorry, and it'd be great if you would still let me graduate from the mentorship programme."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tres nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6712370288547808767?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6712370288547808767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6712370288547808767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6712370288547808767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6712370288547808767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-freeeee-so-freeeeee-so-freeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8972149252270773018</id><published>2008-10-09T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:10:03.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO WE SURVIVED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO WE LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO WE BREATHE TO TELL THE TALE OF HOW WE FACED, BATTLED AND EVENTUALLY MANGLED TO DEATH THE MONSTER OF AN EOY EXAM PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it rocks like shit:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now we wake every morning at peace with ourselves and settle in a comfortable and manageable pace to start the day. Now we face not our textbooks and notes and shit-tingly threatening past-year papers, but instead stare for hours at the tv or computer, or just into space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, it rocks like shit:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it rocks because there will never ever come a day again when we'd have to wake up wondering about the process of landfill, the industrial revolution, the pythagoras theorem, effects of acids on bases or the character traits of Hari and Lila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Okay luh, maybe there will, but i'm on to something inspiring and flowing here so shut up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never again will I wake up fretting about how to find the value of x and then realizing I had been physically comatose for the last 6 hours. (Which I did sometime last week, and was rather scary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yes, it does rock to be living one day after the last paper:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Watched 'Sydney White' thrice this week with Cabrini and Jeanette, Nicole Chan and Wang Lijuan, and Erina and Christinee:D Awesome awesome show. Money No Enough 2 was funny and sad like hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;House Bunny with Shuqing, Amanda, Chantel, Jolyne, Erina, Megan, Cabby, Sharon, Joanna, Christine and Jeanette after drama performance for UK-ians yesterday:D Refreshing, refreshing. Far from landfills, empoldering or derelict land, and that rocks my hole-filled and fragile SNG socks:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last drama performance yesterday. Everybody was just awesomely uberly awesome-ated, I tell you:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gilli-ed our last few scenes for the last time. Didn't screw up the lines:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Oh good luh, good luh - remember lines when ang mo people come to watch, exam grading time then stand there and stone like a mental patient:O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But it's oveeeeer so! (*runs around like lunatic proclaiming to the world about being able to actually succeed in voicing out fears of my bird son's marriage to a weirdo while rubbing on the MPR2 floor with my fist*) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone did so awesomely:D Megan and Nicole Yue's indiv = :D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reflection Day was cool stuff(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mentorship meeting on Sunday:O I hereby announce that I love Marie Ee for agreeing to merge our meeting sessions(L) (L) (L) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, shit. Was I supposed to think about a premise for the first piece? (say no, say no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8972149252270773018?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8972149252270773018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8972149252270773018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8972149252270773018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8972149252270773018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-we-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4887081693478415602</id><published>2008-09-18T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:26:13.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so i've drafted so many posts but they're all not gonna see the lights of this blog until after the EOYs, so i'm just gonna throw this one up here and be whooshed away to study Bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So. Birds of A Feather is over :O No more Gilli-ing around man:( To my awesomest awesomest awesomest most talented people/birds/groundians/groupmates in the whole whole universe, Hillary, Megan, Roseann and Cabrini, you guys rock the earth to its core with your awesomeness and talent and every every thing!:D:D:D I love y'all to bits and pieces and bits and pieces(: And i'm super sorry for screwing my lines and standing there like an idiot for about one full minute:(  You guys are all superbly uberly and woahh-ingly talented individuals! I'll miss Gilli-ing around:( But we have Drama night yeah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So the awesome Erina, Marie and Jolyne Tan went to the toilet today and starting dancing around, only to be bustedby Mrs Christina Tan:O Love these CSI moments:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay quotes quotes quotes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: What's the sickness which makes people see things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jeanette Flower Kwan: Amnesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nicole Chan Jing Wen: I want to go to Night Safari. It's at night right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh the beauty and talent of our country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And on a random note! Studied after tuition last Saturday with Cabby, Erina and Sharon. Saw Bumsoo on the train to Orchard. We were standing right in front of him, but we only saw each other like 4 or 5 stops later. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:O Okay so Erina called Cabby and me before we reached and gui gui sui sui told us that she &lt;em&gt;had a friend she wanted us to meet&lt;/em&gt;. So mysterious. Who would not xiang wai wai right! So Cabby and I bet that it would be a guy, and got so excited and nervous and all. Then we reached the library, and in anticipation and suspense and tension and all of that went to find Erina and her &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;. So Erina met us in the toilet, and brought us to their table. And we were about to brace ourselves to say hi to a guy, when we looked and we saw. And all we saw was Sharon Lim:O:O:O:O Somewhere during studying, paper balls started flying, and one that Cabby launched flew and hit this guy on the leg. And Sharon managed to get a ball into her shirt 3 times. (I got it in once also okay!) Heh. 'Twas cool(: Studying with Sharon, Cabby and me is the bestest thing, admit it Erina. Heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. Mentorship briefing last Friday. Went to J8 with darling Jeanette and Angelique and posted my French withdrawal letter at the MOELC, stepping in there for the last and final time. Met Benedict and Bumsoo outside Macs there. They were already on the way. And that was before I went on the journey to MOELC which seemed like it was about a million miles away. :O So I was about 15 minutes late and barged in to stupidly sit under the aircon and freeze half to death. Ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So mentorship is officially started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BRING IT ON, BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay going to go Bio myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4887081693478415602?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4887081693478415602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4887081693478415602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4887081693478415602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4887081693478415602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-ive-drafted-so-many-posts-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5973589747201004710</id><published>2008-08-18T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:36:30.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A 23 year old guy just asked me to watch Beauty and The Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just watched Beauty and The Beast with my wonderful brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was actually.Freaking nice. And I mean really. Freaking freaking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall watching it when I was younger although I know I watched it over and over again back in the good ol' 1990s. But now in 2008, I think Beauty and The Beast is freaking nice. I mean. It's like a cartoon and everything, but it has so much more meaning and value than most of the shows we watch nowadays. And back in those days, these kinds of cartoons were done hand-drawn. So there was a tremendous amount of effort put into just one scene. It came out beautifully. And it was freaking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not crazy. No, the rain isn't making me deluded. No, the physics worksheet didn't make me mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakingly serious. Beauty and The Beast is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you. When the Beast was turning into a handsome young man, my brother took the mouse and wanted to skip the scene. I screamed like shit at him and made him go all the way back. He skipped all the singing and dancing parts also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender difference. Interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he skipped the happily every after ending 'cause his girlfriend called just when the Beast's castle became all nice, and they were about to smile and be merry with all the pots and candlesticks which became human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was just damn nice. I proclaim (and no, you're not laughing at me) that I love Beauty and The Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, this is second post of the day :O The previous post, dated Sunday 17 August was typed today. Just that I saved a bit in drafts yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm hunting down Cinderella and Snow White tomorrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5973589747201004710?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5973589747201004710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5973589747201004710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5973589747201004710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5973589747201004710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/08/23-year-old-guy-just-asked-me-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3204842582330067753</id><published>2008-08-17T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:50:14.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched table tennis yesterday in Grandma's house. Brothers were screaming like women. Olympics are cool. Very, very cool. Usain Bolt - fastest man on earth, Michael Phelps - best Olympian, wow. It's kind of fun to watch. But it does get kind of irritating when you switch on the tv and it's channel 5 showing these super fit-looking people getting ready to sprint their heads off in 100m and it inspires jealousy seeing their toned and muscled bodies. Then you flip the channel to channel U, and these two sports outfit-clad people are crouching on opposite sides of a blue table, each brandishing a bat and one holding a ball. When the ball has been going back and forth between the two bats for about fifteen minutes with occasional shouts of joy and outbursts of applause from the audience when a ball goes off the table or doesn't hit it, you decide you've had enough and decide to switch to channel 8. On channel 8 you see an enormous pool with lines dividing it into lanes. 8 half-naked people are standing on platforms in front of each lane and at the sound of a whistle, they jump head-first into the pool and shoot off like canon balls across the water. You do not want to switch to Suria or Vasantham Central because you fear you'd see the same thing and get all worked up and snap at the next person you see. It sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then again, you see that one of the 8 half-naked people is Michael Phelps - 8 gold medals in one single Olympics games, one of the table tennis players is LiJiawei playing for Singapore, and one of the runners is Usain Bolt - fastest man on earth. You start to see and feel the excitement, the tension, the hopes, the glory, and the deeper meaning of the games and sportsmanship that goes beyond the balls and shuttlecocks. It rocks. Sorry if i'm not making sense. Don't crack yourself up over it. I'm probably just talking crap. But the part about Olympics rocking is totally true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lit Semmm:D:D:D Psyched about it(: But kind of freaking out about the one student leader to one workshop thing. I tell you, I won't know what the hell I need to do if the water runs out or the facilitator gets a heart attack. I need Survival 101- How To Fake Leadership Qualities For Dummies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I can write one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 top options on how to fake leadership qualities in cases of facilitators getting heart attack:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Run out of the room and scream for Christine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Run out of the room and grab the nearest person and tell him/her someone is dying and needs love and moral support before he/she goes to that other place so he/she must go in and say a few inspirational words (must get Mr Alex Teoh on standby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Call ambulance and faint while making report and then blame the nearest participant for letting out too much and too smelly gas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Call Cabrini and ask her how to do CPR and get the front row participant to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the most likely option.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Get a heart attack myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooohkay twilightttt quiz from Erina's blogg!:D From Janice Lee's blog:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which book in the series is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh Twilight. Original stuff's always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take you to read the books?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished reading Eclipse. (okay close your mouth and shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who introduced you to the books?&lt;br /&gt;That's flattering, but no, I don't have super memory, i'm sorry. But since you flattered me, I shall divulge that I recall seeing Nicole Chan/Vanessa Cheong/everybody reading Twilight and Erina lent it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you buy them. borrow them. or have them given to you as a gift?&lt;br /&gt;Given to me.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah I wish.)&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed Twilight from Erina first, then fell in love and spent mommy's cash on all three (now four) books. Shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you most looking forward to: Breaking Dawn. Midnight Sun. or the Movie?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun. Who doesn't want to know what's going on in the heartthrob's mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your dream ending to the series?&lt;br /&gt;Of course Bella and Edward riding blissfully into the sunset, alfresco atmosphere, skyline as backdrop kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite character?&lt;br /&gt;Erm erm erm. Don't really have one eh. I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite vampire?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Edward Prince Sweep You Off Your Feet Charming or Emmett Funny Cullen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;Sam? Leader of the pack yo. Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your favorite quotes from the stories?&lt;br /&gt;Something from the mushy mushy Bella and Edward parts luh. (melts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite Bella and Edward moment?&lt;br /&gt;Erm probably in the meadow? You know, you know, the realization of their undying love and devotion to each other, when they say nothing at all it's a total eclipse of the heart and the start of something new kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite Bella and Jacob moment?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one, sorry. Maybe I was too busy trying to channel my negative energies inspired by Jacob to something, like say, shredding the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about your favorite Bella and Alice moment?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. When Alice begs Bella to let her do the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite adventure/battle?&lt;br /&gt;Is the Bella and James thing considered an adventure? (say it is) Yeah, that one. Then the angel appears and everything is thrown into opulence and genteel. Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which book cover was your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know what you're thinking. "Ohshit she can't analyze and is gonna write some nonsense." Okay give treat yourself to Swensens, you're right. Not a terribly artsy or analytically deep person here. Nice to see then nice luh. And I think Twilight was the coolest. Got focus point, harmony, dominance, contrast and all that Ms Lin stuff. Good what. Aesthetically pleasing. (yeah stop mouthing 'what!?' at your computer screen. you probably look like a lunatic to those who can see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these books among your favorite books of all?&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of an idiotic question is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That:&lt;br /&gt;Twilight or New Moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight. New Moon = Jacob most of the time = tear my hair out. (and i like having hair. shut up if it sounds wrong and stop giggling to yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon or Eclipse?&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse. *repeats the above formulae*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse or Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;Twilight. I repeat: Original stuff's always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more excited about Breaking Dawn or Midnight Sun?&lt;br /&gt;(Eh, I thought I answered this already?)&lt;br /&gt;Okay well. Now that Breaking Dawn's already out and mine is being kept hostage by lovely Nicole Chan, I would say Midnight Sun. THOUGH! I am excited to get my baby back:D (hint to Nicole Chan. *fface*) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun or the Twilight Movie?&lt;br /&gt;(I thought I answered this also?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun! I don't know. Maybe it's the "mysterious stuff's always more appealing" kind of thing. Like I know Twilight Movie's coming out in November which is gonna be here probably when I finish this quiz (it's long), but I don't know when Midnight Sun's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should take Psychology next time! Then i'd understand this kind of shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight Movie or Breaking Dawn?&lt;br /&gt;(Why do I feel like i'm answering over and over again!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay but this is a toughie. I was very excited for Breaking Dawn when it wasn't out. Like you know - Do they get married? Do they have sex? Does Bella turn into a vampire? What kind of plot is it gonna be? Am I gonna like the ending and spend days smiling to myself like Lawrence of Arabia or attempt suicide with the other mental cases in my neighbourhood? But now I know what happens and whether or not I survived. So. Seeing as if Breaking Dawn still weren't out, i'd say I was more excited for Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to see Bella with most:&lt;br /&gt;I repeat. "What kind of idiotic question is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you like more:&lt;br /&gt;Edward or Bella?&lt;br /&gt;If I say Edward, Edward would kill me, and if I say Bella, Bella would kill me. So, considering they are both vampires and can shred me to pieces, I wouldn't answer this question. Then again, they're both fictional characters who - i'd guess - wouldn't appear in my bedroom and start bashing me up. So it that answer was kind of stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella or Alice?&lt;br /&gt;They're both alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice or Edward?&lt;br /&gt;I don't harbour thoughts towards members of the same sex, so i'd say the dreamy member of the opposite sex one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm not sure. Jacob is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie or Alice?&lt;br /&gt;Alice. I like friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper or Alice?&lt;br /&gt;Jasper would probably "take a snap at me". And I actually like to live and be human. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper or Edward?&lt;br /&gt;Edward. (blushes furiously) :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle or Esme?&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle. (blushes again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett or Jasper?&lt;br /&gt;Emmett. He's funny big guy. Funny big guy is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Emmettttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella or Rosalie?&lt;br /&gt;Bella. I mean. I read the book through her mind. I should give the girl credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esme or Charlie?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie. He's epitome of daddys around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie or Carlisle?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie. Eh, thinking your dad is hot in that way? In what kind of freaking wrong parallel universe does that exist? Ah wait. It's called incest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie or Billy?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie. Uh I don't know about you, but i'm scared of strange old men in wheelchairs at my doorstep frowning at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob or Sam?&lt;br /&gt;Sam. He's more organized. I like organized. (shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam or Quil?&lt;br /&gt;Sam. In love with a 2 year old? Sorry luh. Ben xiao jie is still a little conservative and old-fashioned. Not into this trend yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quil or Embry?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the better villain: James or Victoria?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria luh. At least she got all that planning and scheming and whatnot, and she's doing it to avenge her lover (oooh drama). James is a hothead freak who stalks people so he can suck their blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves or Vampires?&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves are funny. Vampires are wow. (I know i'm not answering the question. It's on purpose and not because i'm an idiot who can't do compre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;How did you first find out about the movie?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said a lifetime ago when I answered the earlier question, thanks for the kua zhang, but my memory's isn't as good as mommy would like it to be. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm kind of. Around B3 to A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the casting so far?&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Stewart is good for the role. Robert Pattinson is okay. (Shane West would have been better. Yeah i get it, he's too old. Stop it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to go see it?&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no no. I'm going to sit at home and study for Chinese O Levels and watch reruns of the Olympics while Robert Pattinson and Kirsten Stewart fall in love in almost every cinema in the world.)&lt;br /&gt;I repeat again "What kind of an idiotic question is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on going with anyone in particular?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Bu neng gao su ni luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it will stay true to the book?&lt;br /&gt;When do movies ever stay true to the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn Speculation: (before I read the book)&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on buying this book as soon as it抯 out?&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Fourth time: "What kind of an idiotic question is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Bella will be turned into a vampire finally?&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea. I thought there'd be some kind of surprise ending. Like Edward becoming human or something. (What? It does one good to dream okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she and Edward will get married?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure either. Surprise ending, I said. It was like she didn't want to get married in Eclipse, and I didn't think Stephenie Meyer would let her go through this momentous occasion and milestone being unhappy and not liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Jacob might imprint in this book?&lt;br /&gt;It was a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think Bella will end up with : Edward or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Which part of "vampire love story" does anyone not understand? And yeah, since when would Juliet elope with Paris? Or Zhu Ying Tai leave Liang Shan Bo for some other pretty butterfly in the garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it will be a happy, sad, or shocking ending?&lt;br /&gt;Shocking. All the "a surprising finish to an epic love story", "an ending never expected". Oh words, how thou have power over me, misleading my poor soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think will be the villain(s) of the book this time?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Tanya. Stealing Edward? This villain wouldn't survive though. Who would survive gazillions of enraged teens/tweens/adults around the world demanding your death and demanding to do it themselves? Oh the agony! Hell hath no fury like fans enraged with the villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel about a possible vampire / werewolf cross?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Charlie find out Edward is a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like I would think about these kinds of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the vampires and werewolves continue the truce they had in Eclipse?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, haven't read that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone, who do you think will die in this book?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno! I don't go around pondering about who's gonna meet their maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a twist: what would you think if Edward was somehow turned human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoodness. Isn't this what I said I was expecting? Cool. I would love it like shit and would keep the book with me "for as long as I shall live".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Jacob will be over Bella by the end of the book?&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really, really hoped so. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you most want to happen in Breaking Dawn?&lt;br /&gt;They get married, have babies, live happily ever after, Cinderella &amp;amp; Prince Charming, Beauty &amp;amp; Beast, Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, Liang Shan Bo &amp;amp; Zhu Ying Tai, that you hang up no you hang up kind of love. (no i'm not talking nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What抯 your dream ending?&lt;br /&gt;I answered this question before. I am sure of it. Either that or i'm going mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohmy. I'm done. And that took approximately one hour:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay Physics worksheet and Drama indiv, you wait no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3204842582330067753?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3204842582330067753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3204842582330067753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3204842582330067753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3204842582330067753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooohkay-twilightttt-quiz-from-erinas.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-757412023251279535</id><published>2008-08-13T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T04:20:52.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been sitting here for, what, 2 hours already? Watching Xiaxue videos and blog-hopping :O Geog test, math homework scream my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP was cool cool stuff. Black Knights were the bomb man. Fireworks were WOAH. Wong Xinling made me stand up in the midst of thousands of people who were all sitting and waiting for the show to start and wave my flower-like thing while shouting at her on the phone for about 10 minutes before I finally located her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ni gei wo ji zhu!) *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Anyways! Saw Ling Ling:D:D We were in the same section but our places were already full&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to find her after the show, but decided I was too young to risk being trampled and smothered by the stampede of people in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Xinlingling:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Lit Sem student leader thing!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank thee, St Nicks, thee who hath instilled in us the knowledge of the noble art of crapping - an important lifelong skill. More important than the skill of drawing curvy lines on green paper with many squares, than the skill of finding how trigonometry applies to Javelin throwing, or even the noble skill of shelving the poor dusty tomes in the poor dusty Library. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank thee, Nicole Chan Jing Wen! Fair lady who took time out of her precious schedule to check and divulge to me this good news! (Though the part where the fair lady told me, "They said 'Many thanks for your application, please try again next year!" and nearly caused my heart to fail in the MRT was not very loveable) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank thee, fair Christine and Rei En for helping me log in too!:D:D Ai si ni men le(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamed went crazee hugging Cabrini in Orchard MRT after beloved Chanster told me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on a random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brothers many many, but they can be real lunatics sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tried very hard to burp just now, but I couldn't burp." - Leon Tan, 23 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workshop thing tomorrow! Library is my life, my passion, my one true love (sorry Chanster, you're second place luh not so bad:D)! Oh! *gestures dramatically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna go waste my life watching people emotionally hack each other up on 7 o'clock show now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-757412023251279535?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/757412023251279535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=757412023251279535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/757412023251279535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/757412023251279535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-sitting-here-for-what-2-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2483340013258011717</id><published>2008-08-11T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:28:54.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just finished maths portfolio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you so much Koko for helping me so so so so so super much. I love you to bits and pieces:D I seriously could never have done it without you. Never. Thank you so so so so so so so much:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dark Knight was awesome:D Love Heath Ledger. He's so talented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School's in tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2483340013258011717?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2483340013258011717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2483340013258011717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2483340013258011717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2483340013258011717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-finished-maths-portfolio.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7453345780413151354</id><published>2008-08-07T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:45:26.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Don't Forget The Lyrics" rocks the house down to rubble and crap man:D It freaking rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rock, paper, scissors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heh okay random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GOT BREAKING DAWN:D:D Outdated thing, I know, but still gotta get it down here(: Erina and I went teetering on the edge of insanity outside Harris on 2 Aug. Only to hear they weren't selling on that day. Got into a cab and chiong-ed to Borders:O THEY HAD IT. I was happy:D Looked like an idiot picking out the nicest books for me and Hoon. Hmm. Borders counter people are nice. Heh. Flew to Erina's house. Chanster miraculously found her way there in super short time:O Played Scrabble with her brother. I hereby claim to the world that we (Nicole Chan and I) lost to an 8 year old boy. (&lt;em&gt;Must be that Chanster luh huh! Hmm!) &lt;/em&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Breaking Dawn is cool stuff(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Had the Mr Dick lib workshop thingo tooodayyy. Lin Li Juan was asked to talk about her "Prince Charming":O:O:O:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And she talked about!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The noble issue of Macbeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"He is very macho! Very brave, because he likes to go for war!" - Lin Li Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chan came with fooooood at 5+! Invaded the Library with her samosa and ondeh ondeh. Headed to Chinese Resource Room:O:O Lemme explain scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's 6pm in the evening. It is dark as it is raining. It is the 7th month, and the whole Secondary building is deserted. Deserted except for Lin Li Juan, Nicole Chan and Marie Tan on a mission to clean up the Chinese Resource Room. The room is unlocked, and they push the door open to enter. Flipping the lights on, they proceed to dump their bags on the table and dominate the room. Lin Li Juan topples over the glasses of Ribena after the insinuations of her and Nicole Chan being heavy, and they clean it with toilet paper. Suddenly, a rumble of thunder is heard, and they realize they are all alone in the building, and it is getting dark... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Now is the part where you scream and run away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay fine, don't scream, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not really a &lt;em&gt;gao chao &lt;/em&gt;anyways. Hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got back Chinese paper few days ago. Kinda about time I passed a Chinese test. :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. On a random but sad note. Why is everybody leaving? Moira, Saacha, IP people... ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Freaking heartbreakers. Will one day plot to hunt down and keeeeeeeeeeel you all if you don't come and visit! Gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay i realize it's really belated, but Moira, i'll miss you like shit, and even though we're gonna see each other at Murray High School prom, i'm gonna demand you come back once every month. Or I will hunt down your hot ang mo guy and and and yeah hunt him down! Hmph. I'll miss you, left side): Leave me to face all those crazy Cook people myself. Hmph! But I loooove you(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll miss you, Saacha! You were right about Edward and Bella being able to have kids (Spoilers! Sorry!) even though you were giving in to their NOT being able to have kids at the end! Keep the Archuleta love alive, and visit or I will get a restraining order against you the next time the Click 5 come! Looove you too:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kinda miss Koh Wei Ming's "Go drink/eat until you vomit" stuff. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dream is coming true. Getting to wake later to go to school:D National Day excitement! Gonna meet Xin Ling Ling at NDP on Saaaat:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Movie after National Day holding hands thing:D:D:D Looking forward to it! It's been forever since we went out luh. I miss you guys like shit, really): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonna hand Lit Sem student leader application forms to Grange Road tomorrow. Hope hope hope hope we all get in together man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nicole Chan honehh, don't crack your brain trying to figure out my schedule:O Hehheh:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND AND AND ARCHULETA HONEY HAS A NEW SINGLE:D:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"CRUSH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THE AWESOMEST STUFF ON EARTH:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even Erina admitted his brilliance:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*blinding smile of joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay gonna go discuss my non-existent leadership qualities now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7453345780413151354?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7453345780413151354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7453345780413151354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7453345780413151354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7453345780413151354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-forget-lyrics-rocks-house-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6899809001447053109</id><published>2008-07-28T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:19:45.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Wow. This is kinda dead, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11th. How long has it &lt;em&gt;been&lt;/em&gt;? What's the date today? Eh eh ehh July 28th. Which makes it 17 days hiatus. 2 weeks, 3 days. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall not spout inconsequentials anymoree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Xiaxue/Dawn Yang dispute rather interesting to read about. Even though it's kinda not fair that bloggers get to earn more than $2000 a month writing stuff on blogs when other people have to work like shit to earn less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell would I know where the coin will appear to be, as seen by the observer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell would I want to know where the freakin' coin will be, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like i'm gonna be spending the rest of my life finding the images of coins in swimming pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanster and Linster came on Friday, and Chanster's brilliant idea was to watch The Exorcist. So we played the movie on the computer. (Kay-kiang Linster sat on the chair nearest to the screen while Chanster and I freaked out on the floor) The movie started, and a house and then a statue flashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ARHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screams Chanster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start screaming as well. Then somebody (probably kay-kiang Linster) stops the movie, and we all run out of the room. Then we grew more courageous and went to view the trailer. After about 2 seconds, it was muted and everybody ran out of the room screaming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried One Missed Call. Everybody huddles on the bed and hides behind pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Love horror movies:D They just freak us out(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I Love You today with Cabrini, Chanster, Erina, Jolyne, Yorklyn and Jeanette!:D:D Love you guys(: Movie was okay. Cried a little little bit. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, gym supporting is uber fun stuff:D The gym people are the coolest things(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND 2 Justice did it for Indian Danceee:D:D:D:D WHOOOSH:D 2 Jay, we in it to win it(: Yayeee. Fabulous people:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Michelle and Charmaine:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I profess my love for kachao-ing Heidi, Ali Choo, Zi Yu and Genith during class:D What I live for(: Looooveee youuu peeople:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND AND AND!!! BREAKING DAWWWWN IN LESSS THAN A WEEEK!!!!:D:D:D:D Preordering on Wed! Thank you so so so so sooo much Hannnah for imparting the knowledge of this awesomest awesomated offer!!:D:D Love you to the max max maaax!(: *anticipation kills me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwina cooked Bim Bim Ba (sp?) on Saturday! It was very very good:D Made Dad finish his whole bowl. Rare sighting! Lynn came too:D And so did Da Jie. Jogged with her in the evening. It was the coolest thing:D Had steamboat which was freaking awesome. Saturday is love(: Lynn and Edwina are really nice. Really happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gonna go find the image of the coin now. :O Oh, bid me good luck and send me forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall leave with a quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love my trumpet man! You know all others are silver and mine is gold!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qi Hong: Rusty, is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6899809001447053109?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6899809001447053109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6899809001447053109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6899809001447053109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6899809001447053109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3291136152293893974</id><published>2008-07-11T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:38:32.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Omg Trading Spouses!!!!!:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been 'Trading Spouses' crazy today!! It's super cool, I tell you. To see all the dramarama is just. so. COOL. Sadistic maybe. But whatever. It's addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't win anything for paper planes comp! Came home and my aunt was like, "There's this aeroplane thing there!" I thought she meant somebody gave a toy aeroplane or something or they were going to showcase some NDP parade aeroplane show. Was confused for about 5 seconds, then realized it was the paper planes letter. Was getting quite excited. Got the letter and then read from the bottom. I saw "Remember! Writing is a skill which can be learnt!", "Continue to write!" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We enjoyed reading your story very much!"&lt;br /&gt;(What nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;"However, unfortunately, your story was not selected by our panel of judges."&lt;br /&gt;(Great. The point is finally out. What's with the "unfortunately"? :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh no money for Breaking Dawn:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. CCA POINTS BABEEEE:D:D That's what I live for:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehheh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found Mrs Koh Wei Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in my brother's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scared me half to death when she rammed her small brown body past me to dance around on Mr Koh Wei Ming's worksheets, causing me to scream like shit and roll the roller chair I was sitting on all the way across the room and nearly topple over before springing up and yelling for my brother to come exterminate her (sorry, Mr Koh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbed into my brother's bed (shh don't tell Mr Koh), and he announced proudly that he had made her disappear. I went back to the table, and a few minutes later, Mrs Koh reappeared, making her way to Mr Koh's worksheets again and causing me to have an aneurysm again and go flying from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard a sweeter love story. Attraction is irrational, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two versions of "I'm Yours" - Jason Mraz going around. Trying everything to get the offical music video one. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kept hostage in school by the issues of Wen En and Erina today:O :O Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. CONGRATS NICOLE CHAN CHAN CHAN FOR YOUR AWESOME COMP RESULTS(: My theory and encouraging love message did the trick right! (I know it did!) Hehe:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro is going in place of mom for subject combi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope my mom will respect my choice in this matter man. I know she wants me to go for the triple science field. But I can't keep my head in the clouds. There are so many other people so much better than I am. So so so much. So so so many. And other people who really want the triple science not for the prestige but for sincere interest in the subjects. They should get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for mentorship. There are so so so so so many people who are just so so so so so so &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;much more talented than I am. If I get the mentorship, i'd be the luckiest and happiest shit there is. If I don't, my heart will break like plastic under iron pressure no doubt (no hyperbole either), but i'd know that the opportunity was given to someone so much more deserving. I mean. Failure is the darn shittiest way to instill in one the knowledge that reality sucks like hell. But dreams are good for life(: And I got next year baby:D I won't say i'd die if I got rejected. I mean. 'S not like a huge boulder will come right out of nowhere and hit me in the head after I got the rejection letter (if i did:O). That would be kind of a miracle, ain't it. Which &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; be pretty cool. But the only thing which would hit me would be disappointment. Which would &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;be cool. It would kinda suck. But aiyah what can I do? :O Hmmm. Ohmy. Why am I speaking like i've already gotten rejected! Cannot ehh. Must lookkk on the bright beautiful side of life yeeeahhh:D:D I will get it, I will get it, I will get it. (being ego is actually good for one's morale. hehe:D) If I get it, i'd be so freakin happy my face would probably be locked as if i'd gone for botox:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I feel noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop the sentimental verbal diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Hua Jie. "You jump, I jump. You jump luh! &lt;em&gt;Kan ni gan bu gan jump!&lt;/em&gt;" Haha. Ruan Mian Mian is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential '09 CAP councillor spotting during Lit Fest! Must go help out with Christine, Rachel and Midnight Hag:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. Rachel won something for the paper planes!! CONGRATS MANN:D:D:D YOU ROCK THE HOUSING ESTATE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay. Koh is so darn freakin' funny I say:O He's the role model for physical humour. Must observe him and take notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA farewell yesterday! Juan and I just pretty much did maths, went canteen and serfed net most of the time. Then we ate:D Apple pie from Macs(: Spilled some of the hot hot sauce on Lin Li Juan's beautiful right leg. HEHE:D Aww honeh. Sorry! Must get some HEAT from the sauce through convection! Then you'll be HOT AS ICE:D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deem hurling paper balls and pen parts at Alicia Choo/Ziyu/Genith during class is fun fun fun stuff:D It should be made a sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3291136152293893974?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3291136152293893974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3291136152293893974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3291136152293893974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3291136152293893974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-trading-spouseso-totally-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4514005913287806388</id><published>2008-07-07T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:39:30.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOUTH DAAAAAAY:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see. It's supposed to be a holiday for youths around the globe to celebrate the glory of youth yes? Then why do I see drama journal, physics worksheets and math SNs beckoning me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebulous question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro got me and my mom to watch "My Life" yesterday. It's a really good show. Michael Keaton is an awesome actor. So is Nicole Kidman man. They're all really really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I searched "Vacuum" on wikipedia to see if it is an insulator of heat. And this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a vacuum approaches perfection, several properties of space approach non-zero values. The ideal values which would be attained in an ideal vacuum are called free space constants. Some common ones are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a title="Speed of light" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speed_of_light"&gt;speed of light&lt;/a&gt; c approaches the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Speed of light in vacuum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speed_of_light_in_vacuum"&gt;speed of light in vacuum&lt;/a&gt; c0 299,792,458 m/s, but is always slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Index of refraction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Index_of_refraction"&gt;Index of refraction&lt;/a&gt; n approaches 1.0, but is always higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Electric permittivity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_permittivity"&gt;Electric permittivity&lt;/a&gt; (ε) approaches the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Electric constant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_constant"&gt;electric constant&lt;/a&gt; ε0 ≈ 8.8541878176x10-12 &lt;a title="Farad" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farad"&gt;farads&lt;/a&gt; per meter (F/m).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Magnetic permeability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnetic_permeability"&gt;Magnetic permeability&lt;/a&gt; (μ) approaches the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Magnetic constant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnetic_constant"&gt;magnetic constant&lt;/a&gt; μ0 4π×10−7 N/A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Characteristic impedance" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characteristic_impedance"&gt;Characteristic impedance&lt;/a&gt; (η) approaches the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Characteristic impedance of vacuum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characteristic_impedance_of_vacuum"&gt;characteristic impedance of vacuum&lt;/a&gt; Z0 ≈ 376.73 Ω.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Xinhoon baby hurt her ankle:( GET WELL SOON BABYYYY:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Tong Xin Yuan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through mentorship portfolio yesterday. Not extremely happy with it. Found many many many grammatical mistakes and everything. Hmm. Just hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgosh. Sidetracking a bit, Shaodong is a freakin' jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna finish Physics now. TOODLES(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4514005913287806388?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4514005913287806388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4514005913287806388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4514005913287806388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4514005913287806388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-daaaaaaydd-let-me-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8367223571696338527</id><published>2008-07-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:46:03.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZJEaeKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/K7XtoRnju4c/s1600-h/P1000292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219146833495488674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZJEaeKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/K7XtoRnju4c/s320/P1000292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZVb_GCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XqmJe_hKNXw/s1600-h/P1000288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219146836815583266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZVb_GCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XqmJe_hKNXw/s320/P1000288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZhf98OI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Hz1_QJ7LsvI/s1600-h/P1000284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219146840053510370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZhf98OI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Hz1_QJ7LsvI/s320/P1000284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long long long long looooooooooooooongggggg overdue pics!!! Courtesy of Lyn babyy:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dedicating a line to all you supah coolio CAP poetry-slammers out thereeee(: Your parents all aliens, baby, 'cause there ain't nothing else like y'all on earth:D:D (okay i'm running out of lines) Love to the max(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(need to steal more pictures from people man. Aliciaaaa my red buddy, i'm after your pics!:D Heh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't take ANY photos there 'cause my darling phone baby decided not to allow me to :O (still doesn't by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways. Went to post-office to deliver application today. Got there just in time to see the lady flip the sign to "closed" and lock the gates. Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonna deliver it straight to MOE tomorrow. Hope hope hope hope that it gets through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lotsa trauma today with finding the principal didn't sign my letter and everything, but managed to get through it:O Thanks office lady, Ms Tay (VP), Ms Praba:D And thanks thanks thanks to darling Juan Juan and Chan Chan for providing moral support throughout today and yesterday:D Hehheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's an interesting convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Erina: (asks me who i want to be mentored by if i get in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Ehh this guy who is gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Erina: That's good right, then he won't fall in love with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohkay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I ate macs twice in a week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and fell sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I ate KFC once today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i'm never gonna get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay gonna finish the application forms! Toodles (i learnt this new word:O) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks so so much to people who've wished me luck for mentorship:D Thank you soo much(: I'll dedicate lines to you!:D Stay tuned to see your line. Hehheh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8367223571696338527?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8367223571696338527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8367223571696338527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8367223571696338527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8367223571696338527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-long-long-long-looooooooooooooongg.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/SG4iZJEaeKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/K7XtoRnju4c/s72-c/P1000292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4078126257246710690</id><published>2008-07-03T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:08:38.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALMOST done with portfolioooooo:D :D Got super kanchong about it just now 'cause I left everything to last minute and nothing was finished even when it's to be mailed tomorrow. Gonna churn up some more pieces and then getting everything together and sending it up up and awayy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wasting too much time here. Going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alex Teoh taught Nicole Chan drums :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4078126257246710690?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4078126257246710690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4078126257246710690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4078126257246710690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4078126257246710690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-done-with-portfoliooooood-d-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1631981962698208210</id><published>2008-07-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:54:33.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sudden influx of posts :O Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feeling like shit right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somebody is driving a nail through my head, I tell you. It's aching like shit, and so is my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And i'm searching for inspiration for a piece for mentorship portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just studied ting xie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wasting time here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Will be back another time. A better time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote Leona Lewis, "It will all get better in time" :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1631981962698208210?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1631981962698208210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1631981962698208210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1631981962698208210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1631981962698208210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/sudden-influx-of-posts-o-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8194084022947448128</id><published>2008-07-02T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:45:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't go to school today :O Woke up at 6am and was stalling in bed preparing to go brush teeth and stuff. Mom and dad told me not to go cause I had been coughing like somebody was threatening to kill me if I didn't, so half-asleep and groggy as I was, just plopped back in bed and slept straight to 9+ when I woke up and remembered to sms Erina. Then slept straight until 10+ when a group of crazy people decided to kachao me :O Went for drama at 12.45pm. Reached school damn on time. Drama was okay. Need to really work on my practical man. My work is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;good man. &lt;em&gt;Not &lt;/em&gt;good. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My groupies were awesome:D To my super fabulous fantastic group mates Cabby, Megan and Hillary, YOUR PARENTS ARE ALL TERRORISTS CAUSE Y'ALL ARE THE BOMBS:D:D Fantabulous people:D Love ya(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gotta study ting xie which I completely forgot about until Cheryl reminded me like 1 hour ago:O AND got to finish the mentorship portfolio. I had the WHOLE of June hols to do it, but no, I chose to rush it one minute, giving slipshod work to what would probably be the most important application of my life. Great. Just wonderful. Okay going to do now. Wish me luck all you great people out there reading this. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8194084022947448128?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8194084022947448128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8194084022947448128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8194084022947448128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8194084022947448128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/didnt-go-to-school-today-o-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7989134444535801186</id><published>2008-07-01T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:16:03.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all the good people of 2 Justice whom i've been disturbing with my incessant coughing and sniffling, especially my good partner Heidi who has to put up with the effects of my virus every good day, i'm so so sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This thing is hitting me between the eyes man. I'm seeing stars. My nose can't seem to keep dry, my throat is constantly sore and itchy giving rise to the coughing which then makes it more painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ohkay as earlier mentioned, sitting with Heidi this teeeerm:D That super super dilligent, good in maths and crazy thingg:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Am sacrificing "Parental Guidance", "The Yang Sisters" and "Samantha Who?" to do the mentorship portfolio man. Have to mail it by Friday, and i'm still not done with the first piece. UGH. And Mrs Nath still has my application form hostage. Mom is nagging about my doing the portfolio. Wonderful. Going to get to it now. Ta-ta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7989134444535801186?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7989134444535801186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7989134444535801186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7989134444535801186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7989134444535801186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-all-good-people-of-2-justice-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4389550832363048720</id><published>2008-06-22T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T03:26:23.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woahhh. Haven't been here since what 23rd May? NICE-GOING:D Ohkay anyways. Yeahh pretty much, June Hols happenedddd:D Started off with CAP which was just freakin' freakin' super freakin' awesome-ated:D (will post more at a later date). CAP reunion, outings, grandma's place, and homework-stint with my children Rose, Sally and Hoon:D All in all, quite freakin' cool(: But still. Plagued with the inevitable impossible piles of work and work and work and freakin' work. The nightmare of that doesn't end, does it. \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OHKAY. Anyways. Don't have much time now, since the piles of work are threatening to ingest me. But time for a quizzzz yo(: Taggeddddd by my lovely dovely SUM SUM:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okayy hereeee it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, i'd love to borrow your squash racket. It's hard and solid and can knock idiots out yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of people do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh all people named Betty, man.&lt;br /&gt;(Veronica and Archie forever and ever babe;) Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I probably won't remember. C'mon, how many times can you dream of something and wake up and remember what it actually was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;What is this, some sort of psychological profile test quiz thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Has the first name David, middle name James and last name Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Wow trick question. I would say having both would be pretty damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man. My daddy always said punctuality's a very very good virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like (if there isn't one, just imagine) is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hire James Bond to teach me some 007 moves and try them out on the attach-ee.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Probably won't be able to afford him. Okay on to Plan B, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;this? My arm is resting on my Elit essay, "Village By The Sea" is lying open in front of me, i've probably opened and closed my restaurant review window for the 100th time, my file sits smugly beside me storing my pile after pile of work. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is there anything that has made you happy these days?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I ain't a homicidal depressed maniac moping about the house laughing at the walls and brandishing knives at myself and wailing about the cruel evil world. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Through a time machine. Or maybe i'll develop power to see the future. Cool stuff:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;God, family, friends, relatives - people I love. Man, this is getting mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Easy. Stomachaches/headaches/nausea when i'm out. Plain right out sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich, or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Married but poor, baby. The poor husband guy can think of ways to get us rich. Hehheh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Yell "shit shit shit no it's still freakin' early" in my head. Not the best way to start the day, i'll give you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. Beginning to think this quiz was designed by Dr Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the name David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you think Heaven is like?&lt;br /&gt;Well. Very white, very cool, very happy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever found someone so irritating that you want to just throw them into the slime pool?&lt;br /&gt;Huh, what slime pool? Whenever did I get one? Or the strength to carry someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What would you do if the world was going to die in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Just stop doing the holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tagging time.&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone who wants an emotional analysis from Dr Phil.&lt;br /&gt;2. Anyone seeking to know more about herself/himself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone who loves answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone who feels the need to upgrade his/her comprehension skills.&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone who wants to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4389550832363048720?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4389550832363048720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4389550832363048720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4389550832363048720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4389550832363048720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/06/woahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8588055332126208015</id><published>2008-05-23T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:17:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay fine so David Cook got the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprisingly alright about it after getting the news yesterday while wrapping ba zhang. Was calm for about 5 hours, then suddenly exploded during CCA in pudgy fish Lin Li Juan's face and started to cry. Was alright after that. Then came the results show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, my eyes have never been so swollen, my nose so stuck and my face so red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a combination of the undesirable PPR and my parents repeating the same reprimanding stuff over and over again and of course, seeing the build-up to Cookie being crowned over Archie. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I shalt look on the bright bright side of life. Whoo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archie's parents still terrorists, cause he still the BOMB baby:D (Hehe in love with this pickup line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't win, but he got a pretty car:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW BLAKE. I WAS HAPPY. I SAW BLAKE, AND I WAS HAPPY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archuleta's joining Jive label for his debut album. :D:D:D:D:D:D Hurry up, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay new skin dedicated to &lt;em&gt;le David et le Blake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And credits many many many to &lt;em&gt;le jolie femme Nicoleee Chann. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank thee, kiddo:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8588055332126208015?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8588055332126208015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8588055332126208015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8588055332126208015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8588055332126208015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-fine-so-david-cook-got-crown.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1983529481250417994</id><published>2008-05-19T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:38:17.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The star falls, and the chase begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust totally rules. Love love love love Charlie Cox. Love love love love Claire Danes. Love love love love Michelle Pfeiffer. Love love love love Robert De Niro. Arh. Watched it 8 times since Tuesdayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan, Chan, Hoon came on Tues for Stardust :D Dilly dallied too much in school, and started watching at like 4+. Cabby came at 6+ in time for the ending. Whoosh:D Love blooper reels, man. They're the bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin Li Juan is the bomb as well, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone: What is a mannequin?&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Isn't it a bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: What bird?&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Pelican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: What bird did you say the mannequin was?&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Oh. Melican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. As we were walking to bus-stop, we passed this funeral near a void deck of this condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLJ goes, "Woah. How come here got pasar-malam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant kid:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Hols are coming:D Are cominggg, are commmmingggg:D Have fallen in love with "Michelle" by Jason Castrooooo:D:D He CAN sing. He can sing WELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for every saying Robert Pattinson is ugly. Sorry, sorry, sorry, so so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's NOT ugly. Not. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for ever pushing and poking Koh Wei Ming. So so sorry. He's a nice guy yeah. Kinda sad he's gonna be gone. He's hilarious. Alex Teoh too. Sad he's gonna be gone. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE OF THE DAVIDS. ARCHULETA ALL THE WAY YEAH. WHOOSH:D (L) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Presenting a piece of fine work. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROLOGUE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, we met this princess by the opulent name of Oh Xin Hoon who made an opulent arrival to our uncomprehensive lives. This beautiful enigma that exudes sophistication which left us blinded by the meteorite that she was, shooting across our drear sky. But she was to leave for the country of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thou art too like the spirit of Xinhoon!&lt;br /&gt;Woods! Thine eyes doth sear mine heart&lt;br /&gt;Thou other raven black hair is like the first!&lt;br /&gt;A third is like the former!&lt;br /&gt;OH! Xinhoon, why do you show me this?&lt;br /&gt;A beauty! Enliven, eyes!&lt;br /&gt;What! Will the beauty stretch out to the crack of dawn?&lt;br /&gt;Another yet? A mei nu! Take it anymore I shalt not!&lt;br /&gt;And yet there she appears, who shows me many more!&lt;br /&gt;That Chem and Bio book carry, &lt;br /&gt;Such love, ‘tis true!&lt;br /&gt;Now I behold this beautiful Xinhoon! &lt;br /&gt;Now I see ‘tis true!&lt;br /&gt;For the opulent beauty stands before me and smiles at us for eons!&lt;br /&gt;Behold this opulent soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURVERY QUESTIONAIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose from among these options.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Marie’s house and study Home Economics&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Marie’s house and study Geography&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Marie’s house and study English Literature&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to Marie’s house and study English&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to Marie’s house and study Chinese&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Marie’s house and study Science&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to Marie’s house and study Mathematics &lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Marie’s house and study History&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to Marie’s house and rest&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to Marie’s house and talk to her aunty&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to Marie’s house and count the number of bedrooms she has&lt;br /&gt;12. Go to Marie’s house and ask if she has tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to Marie’s house and decide what to do&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to Marie’s house and run around in the garden&lt;br /&gt;15. Go to Marie’s house and play A,E,I,O,U&lt;br /&gt;16. Go to Marie’s house and take pictures of her neighbour&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to Lijuan’s house and clean the goldfish tank&lt;br /&gt;18. Go to Lijuan’s house and feed the goldfish&lt;br /&gt;19. Go to Lijuan’s house and clean the goldfish’s shit&lt;br /&gt;20. Go to Lijuan’s house and tution her sister in Indian Dance&lt;br /&gt;21. Go to Lijuan’s house and ransack her house for Maxim/FHM magazines&lt;br /&gt;22. Go to Lijuan’s house and take a bus ride around Singapore (so fascinating. Nicole loves it. It reminds her of how she used to play catching in the kampong)&lt;br /&gt;23. Go to Lijuan’s house and read newspapers&lt;br /&gt;24. Go to Lijuan’s house and play tictactoe&lt;br /&gt;25. Go to Lijuan’s house and smile at her&lt;br /&gt;26. Go to Lijuan’s house and try her &lt;br /&gt;27. Play five stones&lt;br /&gt;28. Play hamtam bola&lt;br /&gt;29. Play cantek&lt;br /&gt;30. Play top game&lt;br /&gt;31. Play marbles&lt;br /&gt;32. Play catching spiders&lt;br /&gt;33. Go watch videos on Youtube of Cock fighting&lt;br /&gt;34. Go watch videos on Youtube on the history of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;35. Go watch videos on Youtube of George Bush&lt;br /&gt;36. Run around Singapore to find Mrs Bala&lt;br /&gt;37. Run around Singapore and recycle plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;38. Run around Singapore and pick up litter&lt;br /&gt;39. Research on why Mrs Bala has flat feet&lt;br /&gt;40. Stalk Mrs Bala&lt;br /&gt;41. Stalk Ms Mohana&lt;br /&gt;42. Stalk Chan Wei Meng&lt;br /&gt;43. Stalk Alex Teoh&lt;br /&gt;44. Stalk Choo&lt;br /&gt;45. Stalk Su-baby&lt;br /&gt;46. Stalk Clement Tan&lt;br /&gt;47. Stalk Alan Ho (Highly recommended by Nicole)&lt;br /&gt;48. Stalk Mr Adrian&lt;br /&gt;49. Stalk Ms Rozanna&lt;br /&gt;50. Watch Mocca advertisement over and over again&lt;br /&gt;51. Visit http://www.dateathailandman.com&lt;br /&gt;52. Have a debate over whether Wentworth Miller is gay&lt;br /&gt;53. Moan over the coronation of Prince Charles&lt;br /&gt;54. Hold a mini-wake for Lijuan’s dead goldfish&lt;br /&gt;55. Observe the clouds for 4D numbers&lt;br /&gt;56. Play on http://www.lovecalculator.com&lt;br /&gt;57. Count how many eyes a jellyfish has&lt;br /&gt;58. Count how many strands of hair Lijuan dropped last night&lt;br /&gt;59. Measure how big the lizard’s ileum is&lt;br /&gt;60. State the chemical properties of Potassium&lt;br /&gt;61. Write a balanced chemical equation for the reaction bewteen Sodium Hydroxide and Hydrocholric Acid&lt;br /&gt;62. Just let the love spark&lt;br /&gt;63. Decide which is the cheapest pasar malam to go to&lt;br /&gt;64. Talk about the dirty toilets in China&lt;br /&gt;65. Educate Lijuan on pelicans&lt;br /&gt;66. Tuition Vanessa Neubronner in Maths&lt;br /&gt;67. Explore the history of hats&lt;br /&gt;68. Analyze the critical situation between David Cook and David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;69. Place bets on who will be the next American Idol&lt;br /&gt;70. Watch football&lt;br /&gt;71. Watch Pokemon Season 10 (the latest one worhzxzxz)&lt;br /&gt;72. Call Cabrini up and ask her for advice&lt;br /&gt;73. Ring up Jolyne and hear her lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;74. See who can cut the smallest piece of paper from an A4 size of paper&lt;br /&gt;75. See who can cut out Alan Ho’s figure from an A4 size paper (though some may have an unfair advantage due to many hours of scrutinizing)&lt;br /&gt;76. Compare colour of FBTS&lt;br /&gt;77. Go find from the internet what 100 roses signify&lt;br /&gt;78. Visit Seth Tan’s baby&lt;br /&gt;79. Coo over Seth Tan’s blog and nice house&lt;br /&gt;80. Take Nicole Chan’s piggy bank and count how many coins there are&lt;br /&gt;81. Ransack Nicole Yue’s wardrobe and create 100 new looks&lt;br /&gt;82. Seek enlightenment on Moira’s theory of big boobs&lt;br /&gt;83. Go to Fei Yu Qing’s concert&lt;br /&gt;84. Hold a concert where Nicole Chan sings “Peace Be With You”, Lin LiJuan is the angel and Marie is the grass&lt;br /&gt;85.  Webcam Neubronner with the supermodel theme&lt;br /&gt;86. Webcam Nicole Scherzinger with supermodel theme as background for webcam&lt;br /&gt;87. Buy a Neubronner a stuffed pokemon&lt;br /&gt;88. Memorize 101 pickup lines&lt;br /&gt;89. Attempt to scotch tape water (though Nicole Chan will have unfair advantage as she practices this everyday)&lt;br /&gt;90. Challenge Peter Tay sculpting a plastic bowl&lt;br /&gt;91. Adopt pets from SPCA&lt;br /&gt;92. Time how fast light travels until we succeed&lt;br /&gt;93. See who can punch the most number of holes on an A4 size paper&lt;br /&gt;94. Compete to see who can draw the longest line&lt;br /&gt;95. Teach Mrs Bala Chinese dance &lt;br /&gt;96. Attempt to correct Mrs Bala’s Indian Dance moves&lt;br /&gt;97. Tell Ms Susan Lim that we want to celebrate her birthday with her&lt;br /&gt;98. Do cross-country across the diagonal of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;99. Swim to Johor and smuggle DVDs to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;100. Go out for movie during enrichment week&lt;br /&gt;101. SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What we did well?&lt;br /&gt;Letting our creatice juices flow and coming up with abundant ways to entertain ourselves on this opulent occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Difficulties we faced?&lt;br /&gt;We were mentally worn out as it was almost 10pm at night and we were still slogging out guts out to finish this proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What we can improve on in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Time management. We will try to have better time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIBLIOGRAPHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;-THE BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;-HAEMOGLOBIN (FOR PROVIDING OXYGEN TO THE BRAIN)&lt;br /&gt;-AND THANKS MANY MANY TO….&lt;br /&gt;THE TRANSPORT SYSTEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE BY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE CHAN JING WEN(22) SEC 2 GRACE &lt;br /&gt;MARIE TAN PEI EN (33) SEC 2 JUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;LIN LI JUAN(20) SEC 2 GRACE (stupid parasite.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1983529481250417994?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1983529481250417994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1983529481250417994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1983529481250417994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1983529481250417994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/05/star-falls-and-chase-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-6491846745585286696</id><published>2008-04-29T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:40:18.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never ever ever watch football with 20+year old lunatics. Never. Something I attempted to do before. I tell you I nearly suffered from major heart attack. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*whole room is silent, and the football commentary is on. people are watching intensely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Commentator: And the ball is going to _______, ohh now it's with _____ AND IT'S GOING, IT'S GOING IT'S......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lunatics (panicking): EH EHH ARGH AIYAH EEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Commentator: IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lunatics: ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Mom comes in thinking something had happened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom: HUH WHAT WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lunatics: *continue screaming and hurling hokkien vulgarities*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom (muttering): These people are siao ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*silence for awhile while the game goes on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lunatics: ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*5 minutes later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This repeats every 5-10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmmm. Random note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of the lunatics was trying to sing Phantom of the Opera in his room, and he could be heard all the way from downstairs even with the door closed. Mom wrenches his door open, "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a sudden weird urge to watch Harry Potter today. So I did. Then paused to watch "My Sassy Neighbour" and fell asleep on the couch and woke up in time to see the credits roll. Something smells damn good in the kitchen. Arh I realize that hunger leads to headaches. For me. Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NAPFA tomorrow. However am I gonna manage that. I walked up 4 flights of stairs to get to RE yesterday and was panting. BUT BUT BUT morning jog today, got sudden inspiration and ran faster than usual! Joke of the day: Tracker told Librarian, "EH! GO SLOWER!" :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohkay on a random note. Went to tau huay shop yesterday with Angelique, Lilin, Cabrini, Erina and Nicole Chan. Went with to the toilet with Angelique, and when we got back, Lilin, Cabrini and Erina were already gone, and only Nicole Chan (lonerr) was left. Hehheh. Walked to tau huay, and on the way there was this ice-cream guy. The kind my mom always wants to patronize cause she claims we have to give them business. Queue was long. Loner Chan and Angelique walked off first (claiming to be walking very slow). Got the "mixed" ice cream thing, and saw the two geniuses disappear behind a tree, apparently deluding themselves that a tree could cover both of them:O They're awesome, i tell you. Hmm. Met Erina, Lilin, and Cabrinnni at tau huay. Had to take the bus home alone cause everyone was going in different directions (except for Lilin and Angelique). Took 269, and thought since this was the bus which took the long and winding road to my bus stop, that I damn well wasn't gonna stand. So plopped into a seat and threw my bag beside me and stared out the window. Something (conscience maybe) bugged me to see if my bag was obstructing any poor old lady who wanted to sit. So I turned and checked, and stared into the face okay fine sideview of Paul Twohill who was like across the aisle. I think i froze like a freakin idiot for half a minute. Then my stop came up, and his leg was blocking the aisle. Was planning on knocking him with my bag on the way out, but he moved. Ayee ohkay. Random note is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lijuan has been giving people Physics lessons. (:O never seen this kind and wise side of her before :O) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was debating with Saacha about whether or not Edward and Bella could have kids throughout half of PW yesterday:O They can't, Saacha:O Hehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cabrini and her Hong Kee accent made Michelle cry yesterday:O Hehheh. Dammit funneh luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I realize I have been using this :O alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O :O :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The smell in the kitchen is seriously gonna make me cry anytime now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-6491846745585286696?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6491846745585286696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=6491846745585286696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6491846745585286696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/6491846745585286696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-sudden-weird-urge-to-watch-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-9064369323599816010</id><published>2008-04-17T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:31:23.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay. Time for Lin Li Juan's quote of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The article she was reading aloud went like this: .....according to Donald Doctor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She read it, "....according to Donald duck....eh? No no!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Amazing kid:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cockroach attack on Tuesday:O Was walking with LLJ and the road was infested with cockroaches, dead, alive, dying etc. Ugh. There was this cockroach crawling on the wall above us, and I was about to go, "Omg don't walk there. After the thing drop on your head." when it fell and missed LLJ's head by about 10cm. Screamed and screamed all the way through the cockroach road. Arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Theory 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was Cockroach President and Bird President day. Cockroaches everywhere decided to come together to celebrate. Birds everywhere then decided to come together to feast on the gathered cockroaches to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Theory 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cockroaches gathered, planning to attack LLJ on her way to school. She took so long that all of them died waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2.4km yesterday. I was running through thinking that i'd probably be a lot faster if I walked the whole thing. Ran with Lai Sum! THANK YOU SO MUCH LAI SUM:D:D WO AI NI TO THE MAX MAX MAX:D &lt;333 AND FOR PAC-MAN TOO:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-9064369323599816010?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/9064369323599816010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=9064369323599816010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/9064369323599816010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/9064369323599816010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2672698672727026221</id><published>2008-04-11T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T06:41:21.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaCSzqnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EeIzCZuNiGY/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187975694209231474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaCSzqnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EeIzCZuNiGY/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kbSSzqrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/eGcUqtQv4ak/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187975715684068018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kbSSzqrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/eGcUqtQv4ak/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaySzqqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iYVik80i13E/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187975707094133410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaySzqqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iYVik80i13E/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaySzqpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KMBab0y37dE/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187975707094133394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaySzqpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KMBab0y37dE/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaSSzqoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mr6GyX_ZElI/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187975698504198786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaSSzqoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mr6GyX_ZElI/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDCSzqsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JrbXD_-LVBw/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187976398583868098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDCSzqsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JrbXD_-LVBw/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaSSzqoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mr6GyX_ZElI/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDSSzqtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8ljLCgp5_F0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187976402878835410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDSSzqtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8ljLCgp5_F0/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9n5iSzq2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/uQu53IoKthM/s1600-h/edited+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187979533909994338" style="CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9n5iSzq2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/uQu53IoKthM/s320/edited+pic.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LADY'S NAME IS NICOLE ROSE AND I DO NOT KNOW HER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDiSzqvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TzKuxrwPU08/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187976407173802738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDiSzqvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TzKuxrwPU08/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9lDySzqwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/U1uLXygq8SQ/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9oiySzq3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/jnbtEjdOG08/s1600-h/Image018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187980242579598194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9oiySzq3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/jnbtEjdOG08/s320/Image018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALLY OI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mBySzqxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jClRKgj_TZM/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187977476620659474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mBySzqxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jClRKgj_TZM/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLSSzqyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/W11RZQTTf0A/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187977639829416738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLSSzqyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/W11RZQTTf0A/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEGAN BABY ARH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLiSzqzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VlYurhxdxnc/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187977644124384050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLiSzqzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VlYurhxdxnc/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187977644124384066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLiSzq0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/g4pEhr8f82g/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHOLD THE MARKER PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLySzq1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/B6HLZP4vdZg/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187977648419351378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9mLySzq1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/B6HLZP4vdZg/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAUGHTY:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9pTiSzq4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MTAcXocia8s/s1600-h/31032008188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187981080098220930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9pTiSzq4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MTAcXocia8s/s320/31032008188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Credits to Rose Chan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9pTySzq5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/sekdXIRLNKo/s1600-h/31032008207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187981084393188242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9pTySzq5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/sekdXIRLNKo/s320/31032008207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Credits to Rose Chan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lin Li Juan had to present a book review. And when asked the title of her book, she answered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Erm...uh...um...hur?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When asked the storyline of the book, she answered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Um....erm...haha...huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What an awesome girl :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Speech speech speech. I have a dream. A dream. Whoosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a random note, poor Rose Chan is still have queer delusions. Oh the poor poor darling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh oh OH. Michael Johns. Out. Ousted. Eliminated. Kapoot. Arhhhh. This is crazy. Seriously. UGH. So to this date, only people never in the bottom 3 = David Cook, David Archuleta. :D Booting Michael Johns is wasting a huge talent. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ooh. Were reading N.S's blog yesterday when her sudden appearance was notified. Sally Lin practically flew out and into her arms. Only she was nowhere to be seen after we ran out. Devoted as she is, Sally scouted around, and we were about to give up and head back when the apparition appeared again, this time more potent than the first. Sally went crazy, and when we were dismissed, went to scout again but to nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay that probably doesn't make sense to most, but yeah. I miss Sally Lin/Rose Chan's DSS. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2672698672727026221?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2672698672727026221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2672698672727026221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2672698672727026221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2672698672727026221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladys-name-is-nicole-rose-and-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R_9kaCSzqnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EeIzCZuNiGY/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8311339016009885503</id><published>2008-04-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:57:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Piece of advice. Never laugh while chewing a mouthful of rice. Never. Ever. No. Nuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Which was exactly what my brother and I did. Ugh. Chew, laugh, chew, laugh, spit spit spit. Disgusting really. Except that I managed a brilliant display of "throwing it out" on my mom 'cause she was standing near to me :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Haven't blogged in dammit long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not gonna blog alot now. 'Cause I have to watch The Notebook, bathe, change, get ready and go before 3.50. 4pm tops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pre Fiesta, Fiesta, Fun Monday with Rockey Yue, Rose Chan, Sally Lin and Hoon were total blasts:D &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ta-ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8311339016009885503?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8311339016009885503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8311339016009885503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8311339016009885503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8311339016009885503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/04/piece-of-advice.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1126330857337064604</id><published>2008-03-22T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:15:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Inanimate objects, stay away from me. I swear i'm gonna blow soon. Like really really soon. Like if another window crashes on me again. How the hell am I freakin' gonna USE this thing if it will freeze and die as fast as it takes for me to move the mouse? UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on to less pissing things. Finally finally finally finished Shui Hu Zhuan. WHOOPEE. Really bummed that Amanda Overmeyer is out. I mean. She IS unique. And her attitude is cool man. I mean like she wasn't bawling or complaining or giving pissed face when she was kicked off. She was smiling. And i'd bet she didn't expect herself to go home. But still she kept so cool and all. Like woah. Respects to Amanda Overmeyer man. Sad to see her go :(  Archuleta seriously rocked this week. Seriously as in S. E. R. I. O. U. S. L. Y. Masterclass, amazing, bringing the hotness back. WHOOSH:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan Jing Wen has contracted a severe case of Alzheimer's. Please grieve. Apparently, her illness has enabled her to see or feel people staring at her. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan: *looks left, looks right* She's staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Then awhile later...&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan: *stares around*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nobody is looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Chan again: *stares around again* 'Cause there's nobody around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. "Toilet breaks" during duty or CCA are the BOMB man :D Slacking durying duty is the bestest best thing :D I tell you, you can practically take a pillow in and sleep in there. Which I tried to do during CCA while LinLiJuan looked around for her book. Which I conclude is the hardest thing a person could ever attempt to do. Look for a book for Lin Li Juan, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This one?!&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: No! Too thick!&lt;br /&gt;Me: This one?!&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Cannot! Words too small!&lt;br /&gt;Me: This one eh?! Looks interesting!&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Eee. I don't like to read about murder!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh how about this?! Thin, big words, and interesting!&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: No! *finds a book* Eh? How about this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah yeah! This is good! Take take take!&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Don't want lah! Literature book eh!&lt;br /&gt;*This goes on and on and finally she finds a thin, big word book and is considering*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Take it, take it!&lt;br /&gt;LLJ: Are you sure? Is it too thin? After everybody laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY to Michelle Tan!! :D Hehheh. Who has good taste. And is my patron. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Erina Lu Zhi Shen! No need for violence!! :D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Tan and Yvonne Loh are the perfect partners, I tell you. They read read throughout the first day of term 2. And both finished the books which I took months or weeks to finish in one day :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yvonne is the funniest thing man. Randomly writing down jokes on paper during class! Hehheh. Then during Lit when Mrs Nath came up to us and asked why we were not discussing and we told her we had finished,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Ask me anything and I will tell you everything!&lt;br /&gt;*Cabrini and I start to laugh like shit*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Nath *stares*: Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhh Nicole Yue's sick Y8 games are actually pretty fun :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I shall go back to Book Trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 "Toilet Breaks" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1126330857337064604?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1126330857337064604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1126330857337064604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1126330857337064604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1126330857337064604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/inanimate-objects-stay-away-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2257505213279477428</id><published>2008-03-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:18:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. My eldest brother just drove all the way to NUS in Clementi, then realized he had forgotten to bring a book and drove all the way back to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my second brother was just about to leave for NUS, so they both got in the car and went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after their lectures, my eldest bro will drive to pick my mom and send her back then go with the car to pick his girlfriend and go on a date, send her back and drive back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving. It's freakin' convenient, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets the car 'cause my dad is in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what will happen when my second bro gets his liscence. And there are 3 drivers and only 1 car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Why am I talking about driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm almost done with Book Trails. Just irritated to shit by the freakin' small spaces they give in which they want us to write storylines. Shui Hu Zhuan is not going well. At all. And I have written 2 ballads and still am not sure which to use or if they are even considered ballads. PLUS I seem to have forgotten every single Julia Yeo thing about maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching Juno yesterday. It's a pretty nice show. Ellen Page is a great great actress. She's only 20 and nominated for Oscars? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to school. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is called a holiday anyway. More of like "5 Days Of Not Going To School To Complete All The Shitty Piles Of Homework Given".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it not raining today? Love rainy days. So cool, so lazy, so nice for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is officially irritating me. It just refuses to let me transfer songs. The card reader broke down, and I had to use my brother's laptop's bluetooth to send songs over BUT the song cannot be over 2.7.MB. What freakin' song is not over 2.7MB?! Except for performance songs 'cause they're short. Because apparently, the phone even after I deleted Catalogs, ringtones, pictures and whatever, has no space. I was watching the thing transfer until up to like 95% and my hopes were going up, up and up, and then it just said "Error copying file" and I would start screaming like shit and abusing the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. To read up on Lu Da and Lin Cong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2257505213279477428?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2257505213279477428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2257505213279477428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2257505213279477428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2257505213279477428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7359225333155767628</id><published>2008-03-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:34:20.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random tears just now. :O Hehheh. I think I am going mental. Either that or my brain is rusting and is becoming bizarre. Okay fine. Those two things are pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am in love with Luke Menard's "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go". Have no idea why. The judges didn't really like it. But I think it's cool. And Jason Castro's "Hallelujah" was totally totally totally rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. That was last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook, when it's not sick, is totally cool. And Juno is dammit nice. Except for the sick parts. Too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7359225333155767628?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7359225333155767628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7359225333155767628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7359225333155767628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7359225333155767628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5818261855047517103</id><published>2008-03-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:31:02.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;UGH UGH UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ERINA MADE ME CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARH. She reminded me of David's top 12 performance and I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARH. And I have no freakin' idea why. It just came out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Erina just freakin' made me cry. Ahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He didn't do well. I thought it was alright. But apparently he forgot lyrics and the judges didn't like it. AHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But whatever. HE IS STILL LOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Right. She is forcing his her brother to tell her that he loves her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Poor thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5818261855047517103?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5818261855047517103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5818261855047517103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5818261855047517103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5818261855047517103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh-ugh-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-9209120843029143439</id><published>2008-03-07T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:40:48.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Goodness. After American Idol, the channel was flipped to CNA where the news like flashes past at the bottom of the page, and I was reading it out, "PM Lee says Mas Selamat's escape is a lesson learnt for complacency." or something like that. Then my brother suddenly shouts all the way from upstairs, "HUH?! WHAT MAS SELAMAT?! WHAT MAS SELAMAT?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dannyyyyy. Ahhhhhh. I shall miss Danny. He's so pretty and fun to watch. Hmm. I switched the TV on, and Blake's face was on screen and I started going "AHHHHH!! AHHHH!! AHHHHH!!!" and disrupting my mom who was praying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something's going on with Ramiele and Danny. Hmmm. And David (Archuleta) is so small when standing next to Michael Johns who is like big sized. Awww. I liked Luke Menard's performance. Too bad he's booted. Oh and what's his name Jason Castro was dammit good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND needless to say. David Archuleta rocked the house to bits and pieces. So humble, so good natured, so talented, so sweet etc etc etc. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay going to read The Notebook until probably 1am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh did I mention when I announced that Queen of Babble was a sick book, Michelle Tan and Jolyne Tan immediately broke out in "LEMME SEE"s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh and no, Loh Lai Sum, David Archuleta is not an opera singer. :O :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-9209120843029143439?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/9209120843029143439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=9209120843029143439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/9209120843029143439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/9209120843029143439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2678370731446601925</id><published>2008-03-07T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:38:47.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to Erina Tan May Xin, &lt;strong&gt;BLAKE LEWIS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Was voted 7th sexiest man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;-Would choose Britney from a choice of Lindsay, Britney and Paris because she was passionate about something in her life once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 MINUTES TO BLAKE AND ARCHULETA ON SAME STAGE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THIS IS GOING TO BE PHENOMENAL. GO WATCH GO WATCH GO WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MEGAN! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT BLAKE LOOKS LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is out. Ahhhhhhhh. He is beautiful! Heh heh. Damn. No more Danny :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed seats. Right in front and to the side with Cabrini! Michelle and Yvonne behind us and Heidi and Alicia Choo to our left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I miss old seating place. I SHALL MISS YOU MEGAN, AMANDA, WEN EN, JOLYNE, LAISUM!!!!!!! Michelle I won't miss you. 'Cause you're right behind me. Heh heh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Lao Shi is NICE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE CHAN IS STUDYING MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND I DON'T KNOW WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. 22 minutes to THE PHENOMENON now. Go watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-2678370731446601925?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2678370731446601925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2678370731446601925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2678370731446601925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2678370731446601925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/according-to-erina-tan-may-xin-blake.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7736776702698385881</id><published>2008-03-01T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:23:34.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8xMI9TsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4biHu5UVZSg/s1600-h/29047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172732462781779650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8xMI9TsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4biHu5UVZSg/s320/29047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8xsI9TtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dnaW_yyGjo4/s1600-h/29051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172732471371714258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8xsI9TtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dnaW_yyGjo4/s320/29051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8x8I9TuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sZaTQyVT0VY/s1600-h/american-idol-7-top-20-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172732475666681570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8x8I9TuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sZaTQyVT0VY/s320/american-idol-7-top-20-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8yMI9TvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6nXnxBnxOGo/s1600-h/american+idol+season+7+top+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172732479961648882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8yMI9TvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6nXnxBnxOGo/s320/american+idol+season+7+top+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8lFS8I9TxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WfWz3ZZFvPM/s1600-h/david+archuleta!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172741838695386898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8lFS8I9TxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WfWz3ZZFvPM/s320/david+archuleta!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8vZAsI9TyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aJps9eh2jIE/s1600-h/DAVID+ARCHULETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173467202837106466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8vZAsI9TyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aJps9eh2jIE/s320/DAVID+ARCHULETA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Photos 3, 4 and 5 from Amanda and Photo 6 from Neubronner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THE WORLD IS FALLING IN LOVE&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He freakin' has vocal paralysis. Yet he sings like an angel. AHHHHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WISHES TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;JUAN (23/02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WEN EN (24/02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NICOLE CHAN (26/02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LAISUMFUTURE FASHIONISTA (01/03)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LIN LIN (03/03)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Belated birthday wishes. STILL LOVE YOU GUYS:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Nicole Chan didn't come to school today): GET WELL SOON BABY:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PPR issuance tomorrow. Genuinely dreading it. This would be the most screwed up PPR ever. UGH UGH UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looove English library lessons!! Whooosh. Where Jolyne Tan claims to read some scientific magazine and ends up with my 8 Days. And Cabrini notifies me of our Primary school photos in the connexio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Megan converted "Shop Around" to chipmunk version!!! EEEEE. Megan baby, I don't know if I should love you annot! Hmph. But it sounds cute. Heee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ERINA-ISH. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay that was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MY MAMA TOLD ME YOU BETTER SHOP AROUND&lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7736776702698385881?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7736776702698385881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7736776702698385881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7736776702698385881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7736776702698385881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/03/arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ARH'/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R8k8xMI9TsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4biHu5UVZSg/s72-c/29047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1823093965273560053</id><published>2008-02-18T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:41:27.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Salt Lake City, UT&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote: "You'll never be lonely if you learn to befriend yourself."&lt;br /&gt;Audition City: San Diego&lt;br /&gt;Musical Influences: Natalie Cole, Stevie Wonder, Kirk Franklin, Bryan Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite male pop artists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Bryan Adams, Kirk Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite female pop artists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Natasha Bedingfield, Natalie Cole, Celine Dion, Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you first start to sing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the age of 7, and really started performing in front of people at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any formal singing training?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been taking lessons every now and then since I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a little piano and have written a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he was born on 28 December 1990. Which makes him 18 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;he won Star Search at the age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ARCHULETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HE IS NOT UGLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahem. Okay. EPI today. Sucked. UGH. It's demoralising. Okay whatever. Just work work work and see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ghost story session today in the clock tower with Nicole Chan, Juan, and Hoon :O SUPER FREAKED OUT OKAY. WHO STARTED IT?! I AM GOING TO HAMTAM YOU. EEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okaaaay. Quiz from Estheeeeer Cute Cute Boy Counterpart(: (We got GOOD TASTE yeah:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS TO FIND IN YOUR ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr Potatohead&lt;br /&gt;2) Alphara Plant Extract&lt;br /&gt;3) Inspiration 2007&lt;br /&gt;4) The Norton Shakespeare (wait, why is this here?)&lt;br /&gt;5) Harry Potter Diagon Alley game&lt;br /&gt;6) Xiandai Han Yu Xin Ci Dian&lt;br /&gt;7) The Click 5: Modern Minds and Pastimes CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Are you blind? Refer to above.&lt;br /&gt;2) Does someone like you?&lt;br /&gt;How the hell should I know?&lt;br /&gt;3) Last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Spoon at Cafe Heart with Hoon(:&lt;br /&gt;4) Been lead on.&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Many times by my dear Poophead Chan and Potatohead Juan(:&lt;br /&gt;5) Been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;6) Want a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, My Potatohead needs me(:&lt;br /&gt;7) Wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh bla di oooh bla da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, change it to PEOPLE alright. ;D&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT.&lt;br /&gt;Arhhh blank space, blank space. Sorreh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS ON YOUR MIND.&lt;br /&gt;1) The shit-ified EPI&lt;br /&gt;2) Lai Sum's beautiful looking EPI&lt;br /&gt;3) Bio test&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm supposed to be bathing&lt;br /&gt;5) Should I go for morning jog?!&lt;br /&gt;6) Why can't Potatohead stand?&lt;br /&gt;7) WED, THURS, FRI, PLEASE COME SOON. IDOL FEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS- DO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;1) Believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;2) Had a dream come true?&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully not the one where Mrs Nath started screaming her head off for not bringing my lit text. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;3) Read the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;What's a day without Horoscope in Life! ??&lt;br /&gt;4) Get enough sleep everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Sure sure.&lt;br /&gt;5) Have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Good friends i'd die for(:&lt;br /&gt;(Omg so mushy. Ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;6) Take a bath?&lt;br /&gt;A bath?! Ohgoodness no. What's that arh?&lt;br /&gt;7) Wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;Hur, I thought that was birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN HAVE YOU EVERS.&lt;br /&gt;1) Fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;REFER TO ABOVE.&lt;br /&gt;2) Kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;My moma(:&lt;br /&gt;3) Hooked up with someone who already had a gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;Eh? What is hooked up arh?!&lt;br /&gt;4) Been to a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;What's bonfire?!&lt;br /&gt;5) Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Highly doubt it. I'd start to stop after 50 metres from severe exhaustion and unfitness and my mom come after with a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;6) Played strip poker.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;7) Pulled an all-nighter.&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'd probably go comatose in the upright position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE WHO YOU LOVE AND HAVE BEEN TAGGED TO DO THIS AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;1) Someone who doesn't have anything else to do&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone who loves quizzes&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone dying to know more about themselves&lt;br /&gt;4) Someone whose hands itch to type&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone who loves answering questions&lt;br /&gt;6) Someone who is bored&lt;br /&gt;7) Dammit, i've run out of adjectives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1823093965273560053?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1823093965273560053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1823093965273560053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1823093965273560053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1823093965273560053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/02/david-archuleta-age-17-hometown-salt.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3490215282904924077</id><published>2008-02-04T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:55:21.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;An extremely belated post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Brinjore had better not have stepped into a longkang/ peed on his shoe/ used his shoe to unclog the toilet bowl/ lick his shoe/ bathed it in slime etc recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause if he had, my pinafore would be infected with his bacteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was in the staff room with Jolyne last Tuesday, waiting for Ms Rozanna for morning jog make-up. Then SOMEBODY wanted to go see Mr Adrian. Luo Lao Shi saw us in the staff room and offered us "GANNA (olive)" which was (quote Luo Lao Shi) "HEN HAO CHI. CHI LE, HOU LONG HUI HEN SHU FU." We put it into our mouths. DAMN. I wasn't sure if it could be bitten at first so just held it in my mouth like an idiot. Jolyne bit into it. Then I tried biting it. And this horrifying liquid filled my whole mouth. UGH. And The Brinjore just stood there laughing at our expressions. EEEE. Then kena KICKED by him for calling him a brinjore. Ahh, my poor pinafore. :S How was I to know his legs were so long. Psh. FINALLY saw Ms Rozanna after heading to PE department and back to staff room, and agreed to do make-up morning jog the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kena BATHED in distilled water by Jolyne and Angelique during Bio lab sessions. EEEE. :O And Jolyne's and my AGAR went missing. And we burst our egg. Poor baby:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Omg we found Cheers vouchers outside PE Department with a sign saying "PLEASE HELP YOURSELF" on it. DAMN HUA SUAN KAY. SHENG SHENG SHENG :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did class decos on Fri!! ESTHER - my counterpart who likes the cute boy sitting on a tael ang pao:D:D Why nobody else thinks it's cute ah? EE. What obiang?! Obiang judges will like obiang stuff what! Heh heh(: Then Jolyne squirted the black calligraphy ink with her Nike squirting bottle and the ink and water BOUNCED OFF the sheet and splattered over her uniform. HEH HEH. Urinated-looking yo. Heh. Left at 4.10pm. Saw the 265 bus to Ang Mo Kio Station and ran like shit for it, leaving The Urinated Pinafore at the traffic light. Sorry BABY :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was late for French. So missed one station of French Fair. And that station was Mr Benoit's. We have NO affinity, I tell you. Ah. Okay anyways. Found my group and went around the stations and stuff. Pictionnary was :O We're supposed to take a piece of paper containing a French word from the bag and draw it on the board and our partners are supposed to guess what it was. I picked up a piece and found I couldn't understand the word. Put it back again. Picked up another, couldn't understand, and put back again. Picked up another, couldn't understand and put it back again. The teacher holding the bag went, "SLEEPING IN CLASS ISSIT?" DAMN. FINALLY picked something I could understand, but my group couldn't guess my horrendous drawing. Had lessons in the auditorium with Monsieur Levet and Monsieur Luic(sp?). Luic was sitting below with the laptop, and Levet was standing next to me 'cause I was sitting near the aisle, when Levet asked for the microphone. The next thing I knew, Luic was hurling the microphone in my direction. I freaked and ducked, covering my face with the paper. Then Levet caught the microphone in middair like 10cm from my face, and went, "If I wasn't trained in the martial arts, you would be dead by now." I just stared at him like an idiot. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to print the timeline thing and rat characteristics during reccess today. Was nodding off during TW. Final class decos after TW!! THE CLASSROOM IS PREETAYE. GOOO TWO JUSTICE:D:D:D:D &lt;33333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay gonna do Bio now. Have to go buy acrylic for the art thing later. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GO TWO JUSTICE CLASS DECOS:D:D:D &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3490215282904924077?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3490215282904924077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3490215282904924077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3490215282904924077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3490215282904924077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/02/extremely-belated-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-381945169331084543</id><published>2008-01-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:23:56.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why is the colour of this thing so weird? Can you see this? Can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Arh. Okay. Hist test today was okay, I guess, but it would have gone a whole lot better if I had studied properly. I just spent like half an hour of flipping through the textbook after like a few hours of blog hopping and stuff. Ugh. My impetus is not coming fast enough. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Went to see Sec 4s get their 'O' Level results yesterday. It was so tense, man. Like some people crying like shit and some people still smiling. Wow. Stayed for awhile with Nicole Chan, Juan, and Xinhoon, then went off for CCA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am feeling so damn guilty right now. Supposed to be studying for math/geog now. Or doing homework. But i'm here. Omg, impetus, whereforth art thou, impetus?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-381945169331084543?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/381945169331084543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=381945169331084543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/381945169331084543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/381945169331084543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-is-colour-of-this-thing-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8782696305926576993</id><published>2008-01-24T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:24:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. New skin. The old one had to go 'cause the pic decided to elude me. Ugh. Ohkay anyways. 'O' Level result collection in the hall was so tense. :S We're gonna be like that in, what, 3 years? *shudders* Ah okay. History test tomorrow, and I haven't started studying. Omg. Where is my IMPETUS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8782696305926576993?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8782696305926576993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8782696305926576993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8782696305926576993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8782696305926576993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1809506662329931167</id><published>2008-01-21T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:41:34.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn. The pic on this blogskin is officially MIA. But I can't find any other blogskins to replace. Ah. Omg, why can't Monsieur Levet be my French teacher?? Or Madame Loan?? Omg Madame Loan. Hers was the FIRST French lesson I ever fully understood. And Monsieur Levet is crazy. But super nice. Ooh. Dammit. Left my cheng yu book in the car, and it's currently with my dad in Tuas. They are crazy, I tell you. 50 sentences? Ahh. Subject combinations talk today. I miss Sec 1 like crazy. Ohman...gotta work so so so hard for the ideal subject combi. I feel so guilty blogging right now. Hmm. Can't blog in detail now. The tingxie paper is screaming like shit at me to get back to it. Arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg, Megan pointed out this "quote" in Inspiration2007 today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Dave, 12 o' clock, Meritus Hotel, bring condom. Luke, one twenty pm, Mandarin Hotel, bring dressup outfits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like, "How come so fast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Lai Sum pointed out. 12 o'clock at night, then 1.20pm in the afternoon. Quote Lai Sum, "Then got the whole night..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;:O :O :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh, why am I posting this? I feel influenced by Nicole Chan. Ahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Omg, why does Mrs Nath keep scaring me.&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/4058182024325516253-1809506662329931167?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1809506662329931167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1809506662329931167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1809506662329931167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1809506662329931167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-7076089893213944832</id><published>2008-01-13T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T04:08:49.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;hHAPPEH HAPPEH HAPPEH BIRTHDAY, AMANDA AND XINHOON:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Throat is SOOOO DAMN MUCH better today:D:D Thank you sooo uber much to the people with the "get-well" wishes on the tagboard:D:D The pain is ALL GONE now. Dad brought me to the doctor's again on Saturday morning after I complained of ear-ache on Friday and went to sleep without watching Supernatural. Doctor said the throat was very sore, but it was not tonsilitis. He started me on some anti-biotics. I went home, took them, then went comatose all the way to lunch. Felt so much better after that. HOORAY to anti-biotics:D Hehe. Was talking to Erina on the phone on Saturday when suddenly the phone went dead, my whole room went dark, the computer screen went black, the fan stopped whirring, and my brother started yelling in the next room. Was so shocked I sort of screamed "DAMMIT" and nearly toppled over the chair. It was a power trip. Over-reaction. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay, my mom, brothers are I were watching "The Hot Chick" on Saturday. DAMN funny show yeah:D Then there was this part where this guy was wearing a scarf, and the girl took it off, and on the guy's neck were these love bites :S My brother was like, "What is that ah?" And my mom suddenly went, very loudly, "LOVE BITES LAH." :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Oh yeah yeah, changed seats! So long ago now, but yeah anyways. Sitting with Lai Sum now!! Who is so damn super nice:D:D THANK YOU SO UBER MUCH FOR THE NOTES AND SCANNINGS AND STUFF:D:D:D &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cake cutting for Xinhoon!! With Moira, Cabrini, Nicole Chan, Juan and Nicole Yue! And of course, birthday girl, Xinhoon(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Omg, I found out I have a fear of fire. Eee. Megan was striking the matchstick against the matchbox during Malay, and I was having this vision of a huge fire suddenly popping up and burning the hell out of the school starting from the 2Justice classroom. EEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Came back singing "Unchained Melody". Don't know why. The show "Ghost" is so damn nice:D Remember watching it with my brother late at night and crying at the last part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"Oooooh my love, my darling, i've pondered for your touch.. A long, lonely time.. And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much... Are you still mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ahh! Love the lyrics! Sheesh. Why so random? Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Watched these Mexican and Japanese horror pranks on Youtube with my Dad yesterday! They were so dammit funny(: But actually plain plain mean. The mexican one went: Lift is rigged to get stuck in the basement no matter what button passenger presses. Lady walks into the lift. In the lift, there is a "Missing Employee" poster about a man who has been missing for three days. Lady reads poster. Lady gets out of the lift when the doors open and finds herself in the basement. Lady walks out 'cause the lift is stuck there and she has no other option. In the basement is this spooky and abandoned warehouse. Lady walks around the warehouse alone. Then lady sees a man who looks exactly like that missing employee in the poster in the lift, hanging by the neck, supposedly dead. Lady screams like shit and runs back to the lift and curses and swears her guts out. Then, finally, producers of the prank un-hang the man, and he goes to the lift to tell lady it was all just a prank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I think I would have suffered a heart attack right then and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Japanese prank goes like this: Man goes into portable toilet and pulls down his pants to do his business. There is a 10s timer. When the timer reaches 0, the roof of the portable toilet is opened, and the man and the toilet seat is lifted up to the sky and into the public view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Another Japanese one: Man goes into portable toilet and pulls down his pants to do his business. There is a 10s timer. When the timer reaches 0, the doors of the toilet open, and the man and the toilet sea is sent flying out into the public and into the water of the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Another one: Man is walking. Suddenly, he turns around to see a GIGANTIC BALL rolling towards him. Man screams like hell and runs and runs from the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;There are sooo many more. All damn damn damn funny:D At the expense of the victims' ridicule and shock, of course. But it's still super funny:D Just type "extreme scare pranks" in the youtube search engine if you are so free you think you could die of boredom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Omg, does that mean I get to say I saved your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ting xie, spelling, Geog test, Bio test, History test, AIYAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay. To print the MOELC Dossier 9 and "La negation" now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-7076089893213944832?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7076089893213944832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=7076089893213944832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7076089893213944832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/7076089893213944832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/happeh-happeh-happeh-birthday-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3016346253028446956</id><published>2008-01-10T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:21:58.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;UGH. Didn't go to school again today): Was planning on going, but the freakin' throat got so bad I was almost tearing up. Dad told me not to go to school, so just dropped by school to pick up Bio textbook. Dad brought me to the doctor's at about 8.30am. Doc said it was a viral infection and is nothing serious. Nothing serious? Then why does it feel like hell is coagulating in my throat? Everytime I freakin' even swallow, it feels like someone is freakin' shoving a sword down my throat. Like rubbing vinegar into a fresh wound kind of painful. Not to be melodramatic or anything. Everytime I swallow or even move my throat, i'll wince. So it'd be a blast watching me eat. Sheeeesh. Dad forgot how old I was and told the counter person at the clinic that I was Sec 3, then the person starting going, "Sec 3 ah...that means next year O Levels, then JC..." I just smiled like an idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last episode of Jing Zhong Ren yesterday): The ending was damn sad. But I still don't get if Fann Wong's real personality is Yixin or Joeann. Dave, Esther, Xiaofen and Yifan died. Hmm. Was irritated with Jiansheng, but the ending for him was kinda okay. Currently hooked onto the 9pm show...what Huang Jin Lu. My mom misread some advertisement and thought the last episode was Tuesday, but it wasn't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bio test tomorrow! Ecology, ecosystem, abiotic, biotic, habitat, light, temperature, water, oxygen, minerals, pH, whatnot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dammit, dammit, dammit. UGH. Damn the freakin' throat infection to the harshest, most egregious ends of the earth. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-3016346253028446956?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3016346253028446956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=3016346253028446956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3016346253028446956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/3016346253028446956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-72533987685055655</id><published>2008-01-09T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:58:43.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;DAMMIT. Something is stabbing my throat. Something is pressing on my head. UGH. Didn't go to school today. Mom asked me to take temperature in the morning cause I was a little feverish yesterday. The temperature had gone up, so she was like, "I think you shouldn't go to school today." I was half asleep and my throat felt like it was on fire and my head was hurting so I just grunted, "Ah.." and slumped back to sleep. Woke up later to find my pillow hot from the heat of my feverish head. Went down to eat, then fell asleep again. Man...my Bio textbook is in school, so can't study:( Feeling hell of a lot better now. Fever has gone down. Such a weird sickness - fleeting. But someone is still stabbing my throat. Ugh.&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/4058182024325516253-72533987685055655?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/72533987685055655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=72533987685055655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/72533987685055655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/72533987685055655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1406152294065273435</id><published>2008-01-05T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:28:27.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First post of 2008!!!! Happeh happeh new year to every every every boooday!!:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alrighto, new new new year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;New class, new classroom, new teacher. 2 Justice's cool. Classroom isn't as claustrophobic as i'd thought, what with the no windows on the left thing. Teacher (Mrs Nath) is pretty nice. Sitting with Cabrini right at the back of the classroom, behind Sharon and Erina! Xiang sheng is damn funneh!! The only rather enjoyable thing about the "enrichment week". Talks, talks, talks, Ugh, ugh, UGH. It's been like hours of zoning out while someone goes on about values or whatever. Bridge-building with Sharon, Erina, Cabrini and Sophia was cool. We got judged twice 'cause the first time the bridge slanted down, but didn't actually break, and Sharon told Mr Imran who allowed us to be rejudged (yay!). First time was 150g, and second was 650g. Yipee(: Juan's darling came back yesterday. Saw her in the canteen, and exclaimed "OH. MY. GOSH." and went running to find Nicole Chan who was supposedly at the drinks stall, but she wasn't there. Got back to the table to find Neubronner going, "Is Li Juan still in love with Kelly?" LOL. Nicole Chan came back, and we went to find Juan who had already seen her. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Spot check on Fri. Ugh. Mrs Nath took my belt and went, "ROOM FOR EXPANSION AH?" Oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Went to the gym on Wed with Hoon and her friend. Juan came later. Did some thigh strengthening thing. Then Ms Susan Lim came in and went, "MY FRIEND, DON'T STEP SO HARD ON THE MACHINE *something something* I CAN HEAR YOU FROM OVER THERE. IT'S GOOD THAT YOU'RE WORKING OUT." to Hoon who was on the treadmill, then went out again. Super funny:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The anamorphic art thing was the funniest thing. Lin Wen Wei came in, and saw Saacha's drawing and asked her "So can it work?" Saacha was like, "IT'S GENIUS" And he gave this damn funny look. Hehehe:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;CCA on Thurs was super:D Super benefits of being in Library Soc. You can screw around and still get cca points. Juan, Jodie and I were doing marshmellows for cca fair. It was kinda gross:D Some marshmellows dropped on the table, but we stuffed them in the wrapper anyways. Crapped around, and "tou chi" marshmellows! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First French lesson on Fri!!! Went home to drop my bag off before going to MOELC. Reached there 40 mins early, and the canteen was empty except for a few people. I had been planning to study Bio there. So I opened my bag, and hail, found that I had forgotten to bring the textbook. So I sat. Sat like an idiot for awhile. Then decided to take out my notebook and write A-Z in block letters, then in small letters, then write numbers 1 - 26 underneath them. Drew as many big eyed people as I could. Then when I couldn't stand feeling idiotic anymore, tried to study some French conjugations. Things started to get better. Saw Yu Ting!!:D Then Vanessa from last year's French class came!! I asked her her teacher was, and she took out this piece of paper with her class allocation. She had PRINTED IT OUT. By then it was about time to go to class. Then I realized. I had freakin' forgotten which class I was in. UGH. So stumbled around like a fool mumbling "Dammit, dammit, dammit" until I just walked into a class and asked some RGS girls who the teacher of the class was. THANK GOODNESS TO THE MAX, they said "Patricia" which was the only word I remembered from my class posting page. So sat at the last row of the green tables, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Then the teacher came in and went, "Bonjour, class!!" and all of us just stood and stared blankly at her. She repeated, "Bonjour, class!!" Then finally we went, "Bonjour......" She started again, "Je'mapelle Madame Teo." So we went, "Bonjour Madame Teo." and finally sat down again. I was the only St Nicks girl in class. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Then to my utmost utmost horror, she started speaking French. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;French instructions, French introductions, French commands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I just went, "SHIT" and put my head on the table and continued, "Shit, shit, shit." Don't know if anyone heard me. Was too concerned with wondering what the hell I was gonna do. I tried. Tried to listen. Sometimes she spoke in English, and it was like an earplug was pulled out of my ears and I could understand again. But mostly she spoke in French. And the worst thing was...that everyone seemed to understand her perfectly. Everyone but the only St Nicks girl sitting at the back hyperventilating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I understood SOME things. Then she seemed to be giving us a command to introduce ourselves, and asked the guy in front to start first. Before I could faint, I asked the RGS girls in front of me what she wanted us to do. They explained. Thank you SO MUCH:D Luckily, Madame Teo stopped asking us for oral introductions and asked us to "ecrire" instead. Now THAT I understood. So I tried writing. Then she went around marking, but somehow didn't come to me. So I didn't get mine marked. Then she started explaining how to login to the website to access our dosseirs and all, which she did in English (THANKFULLY) so I could understand. After which, she went back to French and started teaching from a powerpoint. Something we were supposed to have learnt last year. She asked something in French which I (surprise surprise) couldn't catch. Everyone else seemed to have caught it though, cause they were all moving to take out their textbooks. Another realization smack in my face; I hadn't brought my textbook. I thought Sec 1 stuff wasn't necessary. Just as I was having my realization, she went (in English), "If you do not bring your textbook, I will LOOK DOWN on you." DAMN. Anyways, took out my conjugations book instead, and hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't notice. And she didn't. Hooray. But she seemed to be asking us to write something, and I had no idea what. Was looking frantically around and considering doing what I did last year on Mr Benoit when he was looking for people to go to the board - bend down and pretend to be tying shoelace or searching in bag for something, and avoid at all costs eye contact with the teacher. Then she came to me and said (in English), "You do not sit alone! Go sit there!" and gestured to this ang mo girl sitting alone in the front row. I was SO SO SO damn grateful and relieved. I would have someone to help me! YIPEE:D I would survive!!:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I moved beside the girl who shared her textbook with me. She was SUPER SUPER COOL. I told her I was horrible at French, and she started helping me, telling me what the teacher was saying and explaining the concepts and instructions and conjugations and stuff and helping me write what we were supposed to write:D:D SHE IS A LIFE-SAVER. A TOTAL LIFE-SAVER. And she is the TOTAL OPPOSITE of me in French standard - EXCELLENT. I read her writing, and then realized my book was open to mine and quickly shut it:S The standard differences were like the sky and ground...or sea. So huge. Then it was break time, and the Madame Teo told us we couldn't stay in class for break. Went out with her and we walked to the stall but didn't wanna buy food. But we had 15 mins till the classroom was opened again, so we walked up and down the corridor like 8 times, talking. Found out she is Russian, and is 16 years old. She studied French in Russia and scored like 85% last year when she came to Singapore. Which is a freakin' 49% higher than me. Ah. And her name is Anastasia. Pronounced "Ah-naa-staa-see-ya" Coolio. Damn cool sia. She has this accent and super blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Okay, then it was time to go back to class. Madame Teo asked Anastasia and this other RGS girl to read a passage aloud. Anastasia speaks French like a damn pro, and I was practically gaping like a fool. Then we had to do this "quiz" of 10 questions. I peeked at my conjugations book when Madame Teo went out of the room. When she came back, I was nearly busted 'cause Anastasia called for her cause she was done with her work, and she (teacher) was coming towards us. Luckily she (Anastasia) nudged me, and I slammed the book shut and pretended to be randomly flipping through the pages. Finally, when I thought I was done and just wanted to get done with it, I called for Madame Teo who marked my work. Which I obtained a 4/10. Great. First "test" of the year, and already flunked. I am genius. Peeking at books for help, and still managing to fail. Incredible, I tell you. Madame Teo gave me the look. The "I am memorising your face and I know who you are, you hopeless case" look. And went off. Diagnosis over. Another teacher finds out my disastrous standard. Yipee. At least that's over. Yeah, so Anastasia helped and explained to me my mistakes. Thank you SO MUCH:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;CCA Fair was cool. Went around with Vivian and Juan with candies, stickers and flyers. Sec 1s '08 are scared of candy. Geez. Then Juan and I went around later just walking around with candy and stickers. CCA fairs are funny. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alright. Lessons start tomorrow!! Thank goodness. Don't think I can stand another zoning out session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-1406152294065273435?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1406152294065273435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1406152294065273435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1406152294065273435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1406152294065273435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-2008-happeh-happeh-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4625312080987215766</id><published>2007-12-27T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T05:52:36.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Merry merry merry (belated) Christmas!!!:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Oohkay... 2 Justice next year. Wow. I'm not getting used to this. 2 Justice, 2 Justice... Nope...still not getting it. Ah, anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Saw Paul Twohill in Church on Christmas Eve. My mom, aunt, brother and girlfriend, and I were standing on the second level 'cause there were no seats. I was sitting on the floor and waiting for Mass to start. When he walked past us and into a row of seats in front, I freaked. Stood up shakily and started hyperventilating and clutching my mom and aunt for support. My mom kept going, "YOU CRAZY AH YOU!!" until I slumped down on the floor again and tried the calming process. Omg, embarrassing:S Halfway through the Mass, my bro's girlfriend asked me if I wanted to go and sit in front 'cause there was an empty space so can see him clearer. Haha. But I thought standing or sitting on the floor would help the calming process better. Then during Communion, he walked right in front me. And I was kneeling, so I looked up right into his skinny jean-ed legs and butt and gaped like an idiot until he walked back to his row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas Eve was fun. Went to collect honey-baked ham and sushi with my mom and aunt for the party. I was carrying the honey-baked ham by a carrier that was attached to the box of ham, and walking across Thomson Plaza. Walk, walk, walk, and halfway through, the carrier gave way and the ham PLONKED onto the floor. Took me 2 minutes of staring blankly at the ham to realize what had happened and pick it up and continue walking. Party was cool. Watched the 9pm show, and my cousin and I were laughing like crazy at the girl trying to "seduce" Tay Ping Hui. Then watched a little of Ella Enchanted before going for the midnight Christmas Mass. Cindy and I were talking about Paul Twohill and his hair. Haha. The Moon was so incredibly pretty that night:D My bro's girlfriend stayed over and went for breakfast with us on Christmas morning. Went for Christmas Mass, then watched Christmas shows on TV! Cousin came over later on. We watched the 3.30pm Chen Zi Cai and Li Jing Mei show, then watched a little of 'The Prince's Trust' before going out for a walk. My mom, cousin and I walked all around the estate. It was soo cool. Nice to be walking after sitting at home everyday either in front of the computer or TV:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Alright...to watch 'Love Actually' now!! I think Hugh Grant has a certain CHARM. :D&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/4058182024325516253-4625312080987215766?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4625312080987215766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4625312080987215766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4625312080987215766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4625312080987215766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-merry-merry-belated-christmasdd.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-5130604514746556931</id><published>2007-12-23T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:04:02.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O.M.G. AUDIO DAY DREAM IS GOING TO BE &lt;em&gt;THE &lt;/em&gt;BOMB. The "Break Anotha" video is WAY coooool(: ARH!! When issit gonna be done and shipped to Singapore???!!! Hurry up, Blake:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Got a jacket at Kranji!!:D:D:D Couldn't find the design I was looking for, but I had resolved to buy one from Kranji. So I did. Funny thing is, on the day I bought the jacket that I had lost, I saw someone wearing same jacket design that I had gotten most recently. Haha. Crazy to think how i'd eventually end up wearing that jacket and not the one that I was debuting some time ago. Went to Nokia that day. Queued infinitesimally for a queue number, and when my turn finally came, I explained my problem to the lady at the counter. She asked me a few questions, and said, "Payment would be about $80 to $100." Took some self-discipline to keep from fainting on the spot. I just told her i'd come back another day and went off. So my baby is still a little cookoo. Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Got Sci book on Sat!!!:D And finished Bio homework(: So that means i'm finished with holiday homework. YAHOOOOOO:D:D Well, except for the 2 Physics conversion questions, and the Bio carbon and mutualism questions:D But what the hell is km squared or carbon or mutualism? Sooo...i'm pretty much done:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Watched 'The Village' last night. The ending was a little anti-climax, but I guess that's what is called a cliff-hanger. Cheem stuff, but still fun to watch and scream at:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CHRISTMAS EVEEEEE TOMORROOOOOOWWW:D:D:D:D MERRY X'MAS PEOPLE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gonna update my wishlist a little! Santa, whereforth art thou, Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-5130604514746556931?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5130604514746556931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=5130604514746556931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5130604514746556931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/5130604514746556931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-1009775451870759728</id><published>2007-12-19T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:58:21.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cool. My bro's girlfriend just lent me two movies - 'Mad about Mambo' and 'She's All That'. And Erina just made me earn $1 and $75 in Deal or No Deal. Hmm. I played one myself and got $5. Ahhh. Finished 'Village by The Sea' at 12.17am last night..or should I say..this morning. Writing a letter to Lila now. Or trying to, anyways. Going to Kranji station tomorrow to get jacket from This Fashion!! Please let it not be closed. Went from Yio Chu Kang to Woodlands to Toa Payoh to Ang Mo Kio and back to Yio Chu Kang again yesterday. In my new shoes. Which were making my feet feel like they were stepping in the Kingdom of Pain. I'd swear they were gonna fall off if I hadn't found a seat on the bus home. Couldn't find nice jackets in Toa Payoh or Ang Mo Kio. Kranji tomorrow. Have resolved to buy one there. No matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay. Going to write to Lila now.&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/4058182024325516253-1009775451870759728?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1009775451870759728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=1009775451870759728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1009775451870759728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/1009775451870759728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-60658742062592985</id><published>2007-12-16T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:05:42.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wow. My brother went to reservice, and Edwina travelled all the way from Pasir Ris to Jurong to send him off. So sweet(: Heh. He answered the phone and went, "Hi baby!" in front of my mom and dad. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Village by The Sea' is an incredible book. Incredible, I tell you. Yesterday, I was reading it on an uncomfortably hot sofa, with my head pressed painfully against the headrest and my toes curved under my soles and legs folded at weird angles 'cause the sofa was too short to fit my whole torso, and I managed to fall asleep like that after 2 pages of reading it. Then I shifted to a more comfortable sofa and tried to read again, then woke up when I heard the book fall from my hands to the floor. Went to a bed to try reading, then woke up in time to bathe and head for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Woke up today at 6-something 'cause my dad's phone was ringing downstairs and my mom was shouting at him to answer it.Waited for my phone's alarm to go off at 7am 'cause I thought we were going to swim today, then looked at the phone and read Hoon's sms that it was cancelled. I think I heard the phone vibrate twice last night, but I was too far gone to get up and read. Went to take 'Village by The Sea' to read at about 7.30am 'cause it was far too early to get up, but I was sure I couldn't sleep again. Fell alseep with the book in my hands after 5 minutes of reading. Somehow, I woke up crying like shit. Bad dream. Then I tried to read again, and the next thing I knew, it was 10.30am and my arm was stiff from sticking the fingers in between the pages of the book and holding it fast in the same position for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friday was funnn!! My dad sent me to YCK station. Topped up mrt card before meeting Hoon and Juan. Walked to YCKSC, and swam swam swam(:(: Bathed, then headed to AMK Hub. Hoon and Juan bought stuff. I couldn't 'cause the 14 dollars in my wallet is strictly saved for a new jacket. Juan and I were using the 'trial' foundation like some kiasu Singaporeans. LOLLOL. Went back home, and met Nicole Chan. Ate lunch. Hoon's campbell soup! Haha. Watched Sky High!! I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVEEEEE SKY HIGH!!!:D:D:D:D:D:D:D LOOVE STEVEN STRAIT:D He's hot(: And cool. SKY HIGH IS THE BOMB(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Were supposed to do homework, but ended up surfing the net and lazing around. Hoon searched a search engine for 'abs'. LOL. And Enrique. And Shane. Shane is hot kay(: Quotes Nicole Chan, "I think Marie's Shane West is hotter." HEHE. I shall never forget that:D I loooove ya, baby:D:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Went to try do some work downstairs, but ended up playing "Blind Mice". Damn funny(: I was groping around with closed eyes, then hit something soft and squishy. And Nicole Chan started screaming. :O  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then Nicole Chan was Blind Mice and was groping around, and smacked something soft and squishy too. Hoon's butt. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Played badminton for awhile, then Nicole Chan's mom came and everybody left. Watched "Jing Zhong Ren", then Hoon asked me to meet her at the bus stop to pass her the campbell, spaghetti and stuff:D Went there, passed it, and met my dad's car at a traffic light on the way back. Got in, and he sent me home. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hady Mirza won Asian Idol??????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW. HAHA. I was battling severe stomachache last night throughout the show just waiting to see Taylor Hicks perform. Then I couldn't stand it anymore, and went to the bathroom. Just when I stepped in, my aunt yelled from downstairs, "TAYLOR HICKS PERFORMING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Again, shit happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Hong Xing Da Jiang" was...exciting! Haha. Didn't think Lin Xiang Ping would win Best Actress, but she did. The Best Actor was unexpected too. Haha. But I guess they've worked hard, so it was deserved. Heh. Couldn't see the "Zui Shou Huan Ying Nan Yi Ren"): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Made it to chapter 7 of 'Village by The Sea'. 6 or 7 more to go!! I shall press on... Maybe I should tie a rope to my hair and attach it to something so everytime I fall sleep, i'll be woken up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Phone camera is quirky. Dad thinks the memory card is spoilt. Great. It has a space of 900MB, but it claims there is no more space after 247MB. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alright. Gonna watch Shane in 'Cry' again. Love that video. :D&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/4058182024325516253-60658742062592985?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/60658742062592985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=60658742062592985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/60658742062592985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/60658742062592985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-2096809277767049167</id><published>2007-12-09T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T05:55:14.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My eldest bro's girlfriend, Edwina, came over on Sunday. They went to swim in Thomson Grove, and the guard let them go in!!! Why didn't he let us go in on Friday?! Hmm. They asked me to go, but I figured I shouldn't be a "dian deng pao". Heh:D She read my Chinese compre answers! Omg, embarrassing! I bet she wouldn't even understand it. Can't blame her. I can't understand what the hell i'm writing either. My second bro said that she was prettier than his girlfriend. Hahaha. She's pretty nice yeah, sympathizing with me on the 300 word Chinese compo and sort of agreeing that writing about a desk is ridiculous:D And talking to my mom about laksa. She's doing her Masters in English. Wow. Smart girl(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ohkay... Shallow Hal is a damn nice show(: What with the inner-beauty stuff and all. Haha. And Jack Black is the funniest thing. Heh. Gwyneth Paltrow is so pretty(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ohkay...swim/study session on Fri! Juan and Hoon came at 9am and were talking about Species and the mating stuff while I was eating breakfast. Kinda hard to swallow when people around you are talking about alien mating and stuff like that. Heh. Anyways, changed and went to Thomson Grove to see if the pool was open. It was. But the guard told us what we were not allowed in unless our friend in Thomson Grove came down to meet us since we were unacompanied guests. Right. Really didn't want to trouble Leonard or whoever to come down, so walked to the bus-stop across the road to take a bus to YCK Swimming Complex. Juan and Hoon were applying sunscreen lotion and stuff at the bus-stop. LOL. Cam whored a little. The bus came. The sun was crazy that day! It wasn't even beating down hard, but we got more chao-tar than before. My face stayed red and sunburnt till Saturday, and my legs are still split into two tones and will probably stay that way until who knows when. Ah. Tyson was talking about "da dao li"-s. Haha. We walked the whole perimeter of the pool. Hehe. Bathed. There was someone singing "True Love's Kiss" outside our cubicles. Juan and I started laughing like crazy. Hehe. Bought food, and decided to walk back since we missed the bus. Ate lunch. Hoon found some health tip on my bro's magazine. Haha. Washed dishes, then went downstairs to do work. Finished math!!!!!! I'm not going to go back to the graphs again. That thing had my palms sweating and teeth chattering. Ugh. Anyways. Hoon went crazy, and started camwhoring and taking pics of random stuff. Hehe. Hoon explained the Chinese compre to me! Thank thank you you(:(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Watched "Man at Forty"! Mo Gu Tou is damn stupid, kay!!! Ah Long is damn good to her, but she threw him out over the idiotic Shaoqi and his Lucy. Ah Hui is getting on my nerves too. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so walked Hoon to the bus stop and waited for her bus, then walked Juan to her bus stop and waited for her bus. Camwhored again! Haha. Shall post those pics later. Was supposed to cross the road to the centre to walk to avoid the foreign workers. Haha. But was blocked by some large thing, so just ran the way back, trying to find "first wind". I think I was getting it! Until I had to stop to cross the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My parents were back when I reached home. Dad went to fetch Kenneth and Leonard. My second brother took a bus with them to Wah Hoe. I went to get changed, and when my eldest bro came back, we drove to Wah Hoe. Reached before Leon, Kenneth and Leonard. They reached soon. Tze Yang came too. Ate a huge dinner. Then went to Thomson Plaza to return and borrow videos. When we got home, found out that Kenneth and Tze Yang had to go off, so only Leonard had stayed for cake-cutting. The cake was nice:D:D Coffeeeee!! Watched the 9pm show! Qizhen is the most random thing. She proposed so suddenly. Haha. Leonard went home, and I helped my eldest bro with Facebook. There was no Supernatural. Then Erina called. With the most excellent of excellent news!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blake is making an album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am so getting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listened to "Break anotha". It's nice, kay, Erina!!!!!! Hmph(: Haha, according to her, I am slow 'cause the Mandy Moore craze was 3 years ago, and i'm starting it now. Haha(: But seriously, Shane is just hot. He is in "Cry" music video!!!! I shall link it to this blog. :D Ohkay, check this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Okay, i'm gonna go watch a movie now.&lt;br /&gt;Erina: No, no.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm hanging up!&lt;br /&gt;Erina: You know, it's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Erina: 'Cause i'm hanging up first. *hangs up phone*&lt;br /&gt;*some music starts playing*&lt;br /&gt;Me (into dead phone): Huh?&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went to school to buy books on Saturday. Saw Mrs Kwan. She asked me how I was, and I was trying to think why she was asking me that. Then I tried to remember if she had really been gone for the last semester. I finally remembered that she had. Then I realized I had been staring blankly like an idiot as if I hadn't understood her question. The Science book is out of stock. Brilliant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GOLDEN COMPASS YESTERDAY!!!:D:D:D:D Went to YCKSC to meet Juan and Hoon. I walked past the medium pool, to the competition pool, but had no sighting of them. Started to panic 'cause I thought they weren't there. Then I walked back to the medium pool, and saw the coach and the two of them behind me. PHEW. Waited while they had lesson and bathed. Tried to read Village By The Sea, but I just...couldn't. Ugh. So just stoned and listened to my phone blasting songs. Hoon lost her goggles, but un uncle gave it back to her. Haha. Went to J8, bought tickets, and ate. Had a health talk by Miss Oh and Miss Lin. Why oh why is everyone all about the health these days? My brother, all about the healthy lifestyle, Hoon and Juan with all the knowledge about healthy living. Woah. They make me look like i'm living vicariously. Ah. Maybe I should start with the healthy whatnot too. Hmm. Okay, moving on... Met Nicole Chaaan, went to Guardian, Fairprice to buy snacks and whatever. Then walked around. Went up to the movie theatre, and the guy let us in to the toilet. But we couldn't go in til 15 mins later. So just walked around until we were allowed in. Hah. Nicole Chan and I wanted to do a dare to take a picture with the guy, but Hoon and Juan were veto against it. Heh. When we were buying drinks, this girl came up and asked us to get this prepaid movie thingo. She was like, "Actually it's really no use, but just support me." HAHA. Nice one(: The movie was good. Interesting. 40% of the time it was accompanied by Hoon's voice. Hahaha. When the guy's daemon, a grasshopper appeared on his shoulder, the whole theatre was quiet, then Hoon went - in her normal talking voice - "Grasshopper!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha. Anyways, the movie ended rather abruptly. We shall go see GC2 okay!!:D Hm. Went for toilet break as scheduled by Hoon, then walked around. And around. Then finally, Nicole Chan, Juan and I went to AMK Hub, and Hoon went home. Bought one fbt. Walked around for awhile, then went home. I was at YCK MRT station when I realized my jacket was missing. Dammit, I liked that jacket. I really did. Not to be melodramatic, but it ripped a hole in my heart. Whenever I see photos with the jacket and all, the hole will rip again. Ugh. But, what happened has happened, so it's rather moot to think about it. My mom won't get me another one, so i'll have to suck up my savings account for another one. But h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ey, shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OMGOMGOMG. Found out on Monday, that Shane West dated Mandy Moore!!! OMG, how cool is that. :D:D:D:D:D They have super great chemistry!! He's the hottest thing(: I shall link the "Cry" video! The part where he sees her in the telescope and gets shocked is funny:D Erina! You shall see that he looks younger than he is if you watch the video!! :D And Blake is the same age as Shan Wee. Hahahaha. Okay, that was random(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay...pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEypsKaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qRDTV2o3ecM/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201249013852242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEypsKaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qRDTV2o3ecM/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The hot guy whom we can't swim without(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEzJsKaII/AAAAAAAAARA/AVJXBp5gRMM/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201257603786882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEzJsKaII/AAAAAAAAARA/AVJXBp5gRMM/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hoon Hoon(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juan's camwhoring outcome belowww!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCspsKZ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/qvl7pkVbaEU/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142198946911381490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCspsKZ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/qvl7pkVbaEU/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCs5sKaAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qRlChSD4Mho/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142198951206348802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCs5sKaAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qRlChSD4Mho/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCtZsKaBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yP1HQkUg2Pk/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142198959796283410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCtZsKaBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yP1HQkUg2Pk/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCuJsKaDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yQXy9zDtVEM/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142198972681185330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCuJsKaDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yQXy9zDtVEM/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBK5sKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1bkBIyS1x0c/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142197267579168706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBK5sKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1bkBIyS1x0c/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This she calls her artistic photo(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBK5sKZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SQiT14pRsfI/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142197267579168722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBK5sKZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SQiT14pRsfI/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBLZsKZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/28dSo-LgxGM/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142197276169103330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBLZsKZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/28dSo-LgxGM/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBKJsKZ7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x288qXR_XkY/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142197254694266802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBKJsKZ7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x288qXR_XkY/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Random canwhores beloww(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCt5sKaCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/drNcJskqVUA/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142198968386218018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCt5sKaCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/drNcJskqVUA/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEy5sKaHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jfdTEAgJ6-w/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201253308819570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEy5sKaHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jfdTEAgJ6-w/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEyZsKaEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZaidKoGr1co/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201244718884930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEyZsKaEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZaidKoGr1co/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS1JsKaLI/AAAAAAAAARY/vOKH-kBSyJg/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142216685126314162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS1JsKaLI/AAAAAAAAARY/vOKH-kBSyJg/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS0psKaKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uCSaOpDYxs8/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142216676536379554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS0psKaKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uCSaOpDYxs8/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zCt5sKaCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/drNcJskqVUA/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEypsKaGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GVO43S5yqhs/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142201249013852258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEypsKaGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GVO43S5yqhs/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_KpsKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/fMGf9KMsft4/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142195064260945746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_KpsKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/fMGf9KMsft4/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_K5sKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/NCPAQvf7iio/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142195068555913058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_K5sKZ2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/NCPAQvf7iio/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_LJsKZ3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/MPUcR8jLugo/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142195072850880370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_LJsKZ3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/MPUcR8jLugo/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS0ZsKaJI/AAAAAAAAARI/2psSIsqCP_4/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142216672241412242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS0ZsKaJI/AAAAAAAAARI/2psSIsqCP_4/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEy5sKaHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jfdTEAgJ6-w/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_LZsKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MknxS2Q4g0U/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142195077145847682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_LZsKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MknxS2Q4g0U/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_L5sKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Kdc84MCztk0/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142195085735782290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1y_L5sKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Kdc84MCztk0/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBJ5sKZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yJog7KYmpRU/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142197250399299490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zBJ5sKZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yJog7KYmpRU/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Product of Hoon's sudden crazy camwhoring! (She was trying to see how we looked like when we made kissy faces? LOOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay...which picture looks more artistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS1JsKaMI/AAAAAAAAARg/MYemb6zZKEk/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142216685126314178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS1JsKaMI/AAAAAAAAARg/MYemb6zZKEk/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS1JsKaNI/AAAAAAAAARo/4h6qbK1AttI/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142216685126314194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zS1JsKaNI/AAAAAAAAARo/4h6qbK1AttI/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Juan:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLDEN COMPASS PICS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16EAJsKaSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GFWdIVD0VIo/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692962639702306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16EAJsKaSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GFWdIVD0VIo/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D-5sKaOI/AAAAAAAAARw/CpNXqW9XNkY/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692941164865762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D-5sKaOI/AAAAAAAAARw/CpNXqW9XNkY/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D_ZsKaPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lZsYLf2p464/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692949754800370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D_ZsKaPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lZsYLf2p464/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D_psKaQI/AAAAAAAAASA/QqgMBbVpn-o/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692954049767682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D_psKaQI/AAAAAAAAASA/QqgMBbVpn-o/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D_5sKaRI/AAAAAAAAASI/Vu-TrRDr2K0/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142692958344734994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R16D_5sKaRI/AAAAAAAAASI/Vu-TrRDr2K0/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mn5sKaeI/AAAAAAAAATw/PpRSmjzaYyY/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143012503911557602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mn5sKaeI/AAAAAAAAATw/PpRSmjzaYyY/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mm5sKaaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aT25LCLAvQg/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143012486731688354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mm5sKaaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aT25LCLAvQg/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mnpsKadI/AAAAAAAAATo/67jxJlr3QHs/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143012499616590290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mnpsKadI/AAAAAAAAATo/67jxJlr3QHs/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mnJsKabI/AAAAAAAAATY/GaTFUXTLuxk/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143012491026655666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mnJsKabI/AAAAAAAAATY/GaTFUXTLuxk/s320/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1-mnJsKacI/AAAAAAAAATg/MVSgC7DFnBk/s1600-h/Narcissistic+pics%3D)+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=2096809277767049167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2096809277767049167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/2096809277767049167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-eldest-bros-girlfriend-edwina-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R1zEypsKaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qRDTV2o3ecM/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-8532160937684501560</id><published>2007-12-06T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:59:23.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, i'm posting everyday. Goes to show the emptiness of holidays. Or maybe my inability to concentrate on one thing for long. Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Watched Simpsons for the thousandth time today with my mom, bro and Leonard. The car was at home, but my dad was at work, and my bro was at his girl's house for lunch. She's cooking for him. Hehe. Good luck, sister(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shane West is in Mandy Moore's "Cry" video!! :D:D:D They had these real candid shots of them playing around together and walking on the street in one video someone posted on Youtube featuring on of Mandy Moore's songs. So sweet:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Trying the Chi compo now. They want us to write 300 words about a desk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm going for a fake desk. Considering the fake desk is a hell of alot more interesting than mine. Or rather, I can't describe my desk in the limited Chinese vocab I have...'cause the stuff on my desk is pretty limited to cheem words which I unfortunately do not have access to. Hmm...right, i'm going for a fake wooden doll I supposedly did in school at the top left corner of the desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How to write beautiful red shoes in Chinese again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh hold up. Wooden dolls freakin' don't wear shoes, do they. &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;Right. Going to watch the 9pm Chinese show! Xiangyi is damn "suay" kay, always getting beaten up by the guy who threatens Siru with the porno video then going unconcious. Hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-8532160937684501560?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8532160937684501560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=8532160937684501560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8532160937684501560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/8532160937684501560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-im-posting-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-4526630671908395964</id><published>2007-12-05T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:00:31.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Found a Shane West sooooooong!!!! But it's those hard rock kind. Ugh. But no matter(: Man. I feel guilty, downloading so much stuff. Like i'm extending invitations to viruses to party in my IBM. Sorry, baby): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fun day, Mooonday!! Diligently set my alarm at 7am. Woke up then, but lazed around until 8.20am. My darlings came 1 hour late. But that's okay. I got to "wake up" a little more in that hour. Hmm. We walked to Thomson Grove. The guard stopped us. I was pretty certain he was gonna ask us for a unit number and kick us out if he found out we were unaccompanied guests. I was bracing myself for humiliation 'cause I really didn't want to trouble Leonard or whoever to come down even though we had their unit number prepared. The guard asked if we were going to swim. I was kinda scared stiff 'cause I was sure he was gonna tell us we couldn't swim 'cause we were unaccompanied people and all. But all he said was, "The pool is closed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;PHEW of the highest proportions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So we went to YCK Swimming complex. The baby pool was sucked up, and the medium pool was 1/3 our body lengths, so we went to the Olympic-sized pool. Was pretty cool. So much cleaner and clearer. There was this coach and his student whom Juan took a...liking to. The student, I mean. Hmm. The guys sun tanning had glossy-looking bodies. Man. Hoon went to rest 'cause the sun was scorching, and she didn't want to get dark. Juan and I were lingering around the pool edge, moving here and there. Juan got her minutes of PDL with...with *shall not be disclosed*:D Juan kept pointing out obscene-ries. Hmph! (: Got up at around 12.30pm. Got our stuff out of the lockers on which we had wasted 80 cents cause we had to take stuff out and close it again. Haha(: Bathed. That was tiring. Had to keep pressing the button so the shower would keep spewing water. Passed shampoo, conditioner, shower foam etc under the cubicles to each other(: Juan came out first. Then I came out to find my legs chaotar. Or rather, 3/4 chaotar. The upper quarter was fair, like before. But the bottom 3/4 was burnt charcoal. So I looked like a freakin' lunatic wearing stockings. Hoon came out. We bought food from the stall and went to wait for 825. We just missed a bus, so had to wait around 15 mins for the next one. Juan was transformed into a narcissistic freak:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Leonard came for lunch 'cause his mom is in the hospital. Get well soon yeah(: He and my brothers had eaten, so we ate with my aunt. Washed the dishes. Watched HSM 2. Love the songs:D Ate the tidbits Juan and Hoon got. I owe you babes money for that! Oh yeah! Nicole Chan, darling, I owe you money too!! Ohman. I owe 3 people money. Psh. Played Harry Potter aka Hairy Potty? Haha. Juan was on winning streak. I was bankrupt. Watched Man At Forty! I think Chen Zhi Cai has a certain charm! Haha. Mo gu tou is damn stupid, but funny. Hehheh:D Walked Hoon to bus stop first. Juan and I were talking about "maggi mee" and "chocolate". Hoon thought "chocolate" was Kelly. LOLOLOLOLOL. :D:D Then walked Juan to the other bus stop, and ran (literally) back home. I was waiting for 1st wind (supposedly a stage in running when after crossing the threshold of pain, you get a consistent rhythm) while running. But I guess it wasn't meant to be. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday, spent almost the whole day lazing. Leonard came for lunch again, and my brother was imparting his nutritional knowledge and hazardous warnings about food. Leonard went, "Stop your nonsense lah." Heh. Agreed yo. My bro's been all about the healthy lifestyle since...I have no idea when. He's becoming like my mom, i'd swear. Eating oranges, wholemeal bread, healthy rice. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someone help help help me with drawing graphs. Man. What about the vertices? Coordinates? Gradients? y = -x + 6? What? What? What? UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Study date on Friday! Hehheh. I seriously need it. Just 1 question to finishing maths. 1 question and it will be all over. It just had to be about graphs, hadn't it... Psh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wow, I just downloaded practically the whole "A Walk to Remember" soundtrack. Hmm. I'm trying the Shane West song again. Oh man. Don't scream. Please don't scream. You have such a pretty voice. Don't scream. Okay, he's not screaming. Just straining his voice so it doesn't sound like him. It doesn't sound like him at all. Hmm. Maybe it isn't. Wait, I don't believe it's him. It can't be. Or maybe it can. Okay, i'm gonna stop analyzing (sorry, Erina:D hehe). Woah, the songs are pretty nice. There's something wrong with my internet connection today. Quirky. Ohman. Please tell me it's not the Limewire stuff.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Man. Mom wasn't very happy with me going to class chalet, so couldn't go): So so sorry for cancelling last minute, Mel):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Probably going out for lunch with my bros and Leonard tomorrow 'cause my dad's leaving the car. Maybe I can drop by a phone shop and enquire about the "write-protection" problem on my memory card. It's really getting me agitated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Omg, Switchfoot songs are soothing. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, I just checked. It wasn't Shane singing the song. He WROTE it. It wasn't him singing. I KNEW it wasn't him!!!!!!! ARH. Ohkay, i'm a going a lil' looney now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Right, I shall let my baby rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4058182024325516253-4526630671908395964?l=thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4526630671908395964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4058182024325516253&amp;postID=4526630671908395964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4526630671908395964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4058182024325516253/posts/default/4526630671908395964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswalktoremember.blogspot.com/2007/12/found-shane-west-sooooooong-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818137612873494022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4058182024325516253.post-3553062667176323051</id><published>2007-11-30T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:03:52.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This was all typed on Friday, 30th November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Finally started on homework. I was absolutely right. I have forgotten 99.9% of Math and Physics, and my brain seems incapable of drilling information, even when it's almost empty after discharging the past drilled in stuff.. I'm scared stiff turning the math and physics pages; scared to see exactly how much i've discharged. The only things I could really finish were Drama, Hist and Chem. 'Cause none of those required past information. I want to do English/Lit or Biology. 'Cause they're the only only things left which don't require me to dig my brains or old worksheets and notes to finish. But I haven't gotten any Sec 2 books yet. I must have been really really bored. And when I say really, I mean really. So much so that I was actually happy at the prospect of work. Something I thought impossible. Happy to do something I haven't done in awhile, or maybe happy that I finally was getting down to doing something productive and useful. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Irritated my brother 'cause I was playing the Chemistry course and the professors were droning on about protons, electrons and neutrons while he was trying to sleep. But he managed to sleep...until I started playing this game and was screaming like shit when I was running my player away from the chaser. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Last day of Cafe Heart on Wednesday...): Ohman..i'm gonna miss Linda, Ira, Lawrence, Raymond and Jasmine!!!! Miss the chocolate cake, the fried rice, the chicken wings and drumsticks, the tables, the chairs, the register, the coffee-maker, the laksa, the mee rebus, the eggs, the basin, the kitchen, the aprons, the cleaning trolley, the canned drinks, the smoothies, the movies, the simulator, the cleaning uncle, the toilets, the running around playing catching, the meeting at yishun station at 10am, the 10 mrt stops to jurong east, This Fashion, the walk to the science centre, the curiosity shop guy...everything. Every single thing. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Met at Yishun Mrt as usual. Was not late(: Juan was wearing a flattering green shirt. Hoon, her figure-hugging top. Took MRT to Jurong East. Watched White Chicks at Cafe Heart. Bumped into Linda alot that day. Hoon and I lost our first kisses to spoons:D Cam-whored in the toilet for a long time(: Tried to peel eggs. Talked randomly about hot guys and girls for quite awhile. Bought chendol. Went to This Fashion after we were done, and then to This Budget and Popular while waiting for Hoon to come out of the toilet. That was pretty much it. I love you for ever and ever, Cafe Heart(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The sky is unfathomable today. It's so blank and undisturbed, but too dark to be a nice clear day. It's either so cloudy it looks clear, or so clear there's nothing in the sky at all. Just finished Physics after digging through the cabinet looking for notes. Except for a few questions which I really cannot get down to doing. Man, so many formulas i've forgotten. W = m x g, F = m x a, a = v-u/t, d = s x t... Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My poor baby is going to the doctors tomorrow. And it's totally, inexplicably, inecscapably, fully, totally, completely, non-negotiably, inexorably my fault. ARGH. I was just playing around with the phone, just rummaging through the settings, configuration and stuff. I came across this PIN Code thing and thought it would be fun to try out a PIN code, so I pressed here and there and entered in my PSLE register number as the new code and stuff, then suddenly, I was asked for a PUK code. I typed it in, but it kept saying "Code error". Finally, I typed in 12345678, and it worked. It then asked me for the new PIN code. I typed in all the codes I could remember ever setting as passwords and codes and stuff, but all it gave was a "Code error". So I tried a new random number, and it worked. Only to open to the words which knocked the breath out of me and caused my heart to stop beating: SIM Card rejected. And it has been frozen at those words ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Going with Dad to Nokia tomorrow... Please, please, please save my baby, Mr Nokia guy. Please. I promise I will never ever play around or do anything funny with it again. Just save my baby and let it get out without a scratch. Dad wants to reformat the card too. That's okay 'cause i've saved all the pics and songs and whatnot on the computer. But please, leave the phone stuff alone. There's a whole long list of words i've always wanted to look up in the dictionary, my mom's email password and account, her curtain measurements, my Sudoku record, my life.... Please save it. Please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arh... I guess all I can do is wait. And see what my own hands have done. Ugh. Fine...on to lighter things(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Blake is in Jordin's "Tattoo" MV!!:D:D Thanks for telling me, Erina(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay...pictures!! Can't put these off any longer(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here gooooooes:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R0_1PswVWdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zGV5GxvvzHQ/s1600-R/Pics+from+my+baby+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138595349913754066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R0_1PswVWdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/27EVbCb6iX8/s320/Pics+from+my+baby+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0c_ZeTueG5g/R0_1P8wVWeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rxcJuOBxKLI/s1600-R/Pics+from+my+baby+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span styl
