<?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-27674054</id><updated>2011-12-18T12:32:50.321+08:00</updated><category term='workshop'/><category term='earth'/><category term='fobconcert'/><category term='mcr'/><category term='robotics'/><category term='harrypotter'/><category term='lpsgathering'/><category term='lpsvisit'/><category term='lpsouting'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='hppybdays'/><category term='shamelessplugging'/><category term='muttons'/><category term='2007'/><category term='school'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='camp'/><category term='site'/><category term='life'/><category term='happynewyear'/><category term='commontest'/><category term='6Diamondians'/><category term='blogskin'/><category term='POTC'/><category term='video'/><category term='orientation'/><category term='2006'/><category term='happyteachersday'/><category term='outing'/><category term='rant'/><category term='hppybday'/><category term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Braincellspoof</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of a 13-to-be girl with rants about her daily life in Singapore.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-729969850551132800</id><published>2007-12-22T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:28:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Blogging = Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing down, because I find a lack of topics to blog about. :/&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not kidding. &lt;/cEnter&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-729969850551132800?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/729969850551132800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/729969850551132800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-boring.html' title='This is boring.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1418783435827399929</id><published>2007-12-21T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:55:15.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2028/2126414692_a65283b234_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2028/2126414692_ece38d8b43_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've picked up a pencil to draw. I dunno, it might've been months now, and I've never done anything like this before, none of this... Real life sketches. It has always been cartoons, cartoons, cartoons, and I'm finally out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is really good for a first try, so. I must praise myself. :D And I guess you can say I was in a rush, the colours aren't good and stuff. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mouth, because I gave up. Muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some better sketches, check out &lt;A href="http://brandonlikes2draw.blogspot.com"&gt;my cuzz&lt;/A&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1418783435827399929?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1418783435827399929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1418783435827399929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2028/2126414692_ece38d8b43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1841216707447923373</id><published>2007-12-19T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:02:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singtel suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;P/s-&lt;/B&gt; My home phone has some odd little problem. Singtel suck. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;So if you need to talk to me or something, just call my cell. :D&lt;br /&gt;This sucks, now my bill is gonna go way up. :[&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a really bad ulcer in my mouth, so it really doesn't make everything else better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;All of the sudden, I just might agree with Tjun Sern.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1841216707447923373?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1841216707447923373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1841216707447923373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/singtel-suck.html' title='Singtel suck.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7795630327337451813</id><published>2007-12-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:55:42.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>Well, I really have nothing to talk about. I wanted to rant about something yesterday, but I think I should stop complaining. I know I talk about how amazing Harry Potter is everyday, but I can't seem to stop, so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that I'm connected to you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it, cause I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I'm connected to you&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you did&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be an ordinary kid&lt;br /&gt;Scar-maker! scar-maker! scar-maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Tuyen&lt;br /&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://mugglenet.com/"&gt;MNRULES!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, then you should listen to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=k3aBVxYEUVI"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and then replace the chorus with that^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my second aunt [the one from California] is coming over on Saturday, my &lt;a href="http://brandonlikes2draw.blogspot.com"&gt;my cuzz&lt;/a&gt;, his mom, my mom and my uncle is gonna go and spend time with her. What really upsets me is that I can't tag along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know, me and my second aunt ain't really close, but I think that might be the only time when I can get together with my &lt;a href="http://brandonlikes2draw.blogspot.com"&gt;cuzz&lt;/A&gt;. He's going to Uni next year, blahblahblah, who knows when i'll be able to see him again! I know he said we'd be meeting for Christmas, but of course he doesn't know that my mom isn't gonna have her annual party anymore so URGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas, I was feeling so fed-up about something. MY really really really distant relative is going to get MARRIED for goodness sake, and when? &lt;b&gt;ON CHRISTMAS, SHEESH!&lt;/B&gt; Selfish much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; distant, but he's like, my dad's sister's son. I don't know who his[the bridegroom] mom is for that matter, and NOW YOU'RE ASKING ME TO GO TO HER SON'S WEDDING WHAT THE HECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's unfair, im sorry if you think im not understanding enough. I know, the December 25 is an &lt;I&gt;extremely&lt;/I&gt; special day, its easy to remember, it'll be special for the couple and stuff, but please just understand me as well, it's CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid, I mean. COME ON INVITING SOMEONE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW TO YOUR WEDDING? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows if my other close relatives will be there, I don't know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm gonna end this blog before saying anything else stupid. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would also like to add that my dear ADITI [lost her link. whoops] HAS COME BACK FROM HER LONG HIATUS! WHOOHOOOOO! :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;As of right now, I declare that I have &lt;U&gt;absolutely&lt;/U&gt; no ties with them. I'm sick of them, really, just throwing people out like that. Take it, or leave it, as they say. I can't believe you just shut us out like it, it isn't fair, you know, and what's more, I thought you guys might be one of the most reasonable people ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know, whatever that I thought of you guys before are replaced with one huge question mark over my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know you guys anymore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7795630327337451813?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7795630327337451813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7795630327337451813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6588663056407230846</id><published>2007-12-13T08:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:34:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH</title><content type='html'>AHHHH, HOW MANY OF YOU WATCHED MTV YESTERDAY AT 3.02PM?! DID YOU SEE HOW AWESOME THEY LOOKED, OH MYGOSHHHHH!! NO, YOU DIDN'T, WELL YOU SUCK THEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop whoop, going back to Halo. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6588663056407230846?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6588663056407230846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6588663056407230846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahhh.html' title='AHHH'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-20146242050118731</id><published>2007-12-12T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:11:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopy Holiday Fun</title><content type='html'>Oohh, sorry about that rant yesterday, that was... Pretty harsh. As quoted from Ranelle, she thinks Frank's fat. Ah, well, you know, people grow, and that's what you get when you dont do you daily exercise and eat your greens, blahblahblah, &lt;B&gt;SHUTUP RANELLE I KNOW BUT DON'T RUB IT IN ALREADY, FRANK IS STILL TALENTED SHEESH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ranelle's off to the Phillipines yesterday and she won't be back till next year, so... &lt;B&gt;HAPPY EARLY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR, RANELLE!&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my friends yesterday, and then we played this game by the name of &lt;b&gt;'Loons'&lt;/b&gt;, and Rachel was all like&lt;b&gt;,"OH! You and Amanda will surely enjoy this game one! The characters keep conking each other brains out!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some Photoshopping as well, and now I've upgraded myself to do some editing on people's faces, just to make them look much more prettier or uglier, my choice lmao. So I did one yesterday [and one with Amanda, today], and haha, I impressed them. :D Seriously, there was like, this person who didn't have &lt;I&gt;any&lt;/I&gt; makeup on, and now she's gorgeous. I'll put a picture up soon. Ha ha ha, boast it, why don't you, Bibiana. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got &lt;U&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; &lt;B&gt;721 Photos&lt;/b&gt; uploaded on my Desktop, whee! [my dad helped me, so... yay, dad! i did nothing, really lol] I'll just resize them and &lt;B&gt;THEY SHALL RULE MY BLOG FOR THE REST OF ENTERNITYYYY!&lt;/B&gt; &gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall get back to Halo with my cuzz and stuff. Goodnight and goodmorning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-20146242050118731?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/20146242050118731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/20146242050118731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoopy-holiday-fun.html' title='Whoopy Holiday Fun'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6160777105902252611</id><published>2007-12-11T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:30:18.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR CONCERT TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>And I can't go, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WAITED FOR THREE DAMN BLOODY YEARS FOR THIS SUPER AMAZING BAND TO COME BUT WHEN THEY DO...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't go. Wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all times. Tsk tsk tsk. We signed petitions in 2005, signed it again and again, but &lt;I&gt;noooooo&lt;/I&gt;, you came only after you guys made it &lt;I&gt;biggggg&lt;/i&gt;, and only when Mikey's got his hair dyed, and when Frank's got fat, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;URGH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, i'm being such a bitch this morning. URGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:[~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6160777105902252611?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6160777105902252611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6160777105902252611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/mcr-concert-tonight.html' title='MCR CONCERT TONIGHT'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-252529254478749210</id><published>2007-12-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:55:02.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiggery Pokery!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, I'm crying, Neil did it again. I almost fell off the chair, his sense of humor does that kind of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mother is a f***ing **** Lora-mix-emm **** admitim-vediam (?) **** tragoola (?) **** hippopotamus ****ing republican ****ing Daniel Radcliffe **** with a bucket of **** in a castle far away where no one can hear you **** soup **** with a bucket of **** Mickey Mouse **** and a stick of dynamite **** magical **** alakazam!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"woooah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you know, and you must never EVER repeat it, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took him 44 seconds to say it, LMAOOO! I was in a conversation with my aunt today, and I was just thinking about that, and all of the sudden I burst out laughing and ran away. Ahh, geez. It gets better everytime I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, JANE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, my cutesy whittle cousin, happy birthday!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome back, Amanda! :DDD Whee, now we can go high and become crazeh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voldemort's nipple!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;I&gt;Excuuuse&lt;/i&gt; me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAOOOO I'm sorry, its making me laugh so badly. Oh, unicorn tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Ever since we got back to singapore, it's like, so many people have been visiting us, and all that crap. My other aunt is coming over later for dinner so... I'm not so sure about that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I met someone at the mall, and it just made me reflect upon how much we've changed since that day we drifted apart. You know, we never really made that clear. You were so awesome, you guys were, I'm just so sorry that we don't have that same relationship anymore. If I had another chance, I'd give it another shot, but will you guys do the same? It just isn't it same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for whatever happened between the 4 of us, I wish it never happened, but maybe it was just meant to be. Just look at us, we're so different then. We just changed and went crazy and rebellious, and now we're back to our sane selves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if the 4 of us didn't change. Maybe we'd be BFFs till now, huh? Whatever happened to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;FLOPPY WANDED DEMENTOR BOGGERER!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, this is so sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-252529254478749210?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/252529254478749210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/252529254478749210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/jiggery-pokery.html' title='Jiggery Pokery!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7919827948581018647</id><published>2007-12-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:41:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wazzuh!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back in Singapore. I really miss the weather back there in California, though, you just gotta love the temperature there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was just... so horrible. No, seriously, Northwest suck, so don't ever take that. You have no idea how disgusted I was when I went to the washroom and there wasn't any toilet paper there. Geez, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go into detail about my trip the next time, I know it's taking way too long, but it seems to be the only way. I really need to get settled down, and get back to my life and stop procrastinating away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds serious. &lt;B&gt;:O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7919827948581018647?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7919827948581018647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7919827948581018647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/wazzuh.html' title='Wazzuh!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5558784307374374334</id><published>2007-12-05T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:31:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, this sucks.</title><content type='html'>CDs + Shirts + Junk Food = Over 100US dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, that's alot of money. And when you convert them over to Singapore dollars, that's even more. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's say that I didn't buy all that stuff, I'd have money to get the tickets to the gig on 11 December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, am I stupid or what? You have no idea how upset I am. I shouldn't have bought those junk food. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hoodie itself cost like, 60Singdollars, wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, and say I didn't buy that whole lot of junk food for the roadtrips... GEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! I'd have &lt;B&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt; than 95 bucks to get the tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself for shopping. Tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... At least I've got my CDs lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;D:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5558784307374374334?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5558784307374374334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5558784307374374334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-this-sucks.html' title='Wow, this sucks.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-239555074925505186</id><published>2007-12-02T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:10:21.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AHHHH, 25 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS SEHHH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its time to buy lots of cards and gifts to send out to all my friends, ya. :D Muaha, and the advent calender is starting, whoot whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm really late, but. A great great &lt;b&gt;Happy belated birthday&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;Bryce&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;[24 November], &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baylee&lt;/b&gt; &lt;I&gt;[26 November]&lt;/i&gt;, and last but not least, &lt;b&gt;MY DEAR COACH&lt;/b&gt; &lt;I&gt;[30 November]&lt;/i&gt; whose name I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk, sorry, I'm a bad student. -.- I really forgot his name lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, only a few more days till I get back to Singapore. Hohum, I really don't wanna go back, to be honest. I'm so used to the things round here now. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Las Vegas and I saw this sign board right opposite the hotel. Geez, and guess what it said. 'FOB AND GCH PERFORMING ON DEC 2' and my eyes just went o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!@#%#$$$@&amp;amp;!! Damn, why is it that that always happens to me. One day before I left for New York, my favourite band was in New York, and BLAHBLAHBLAHHHHh, &lt;B&gt;SUCKS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just a little update, I'm having a blast in America. I really don't wanna go back to Singapore. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'd like to &lt;B&gt;welcome&lt;/b&gt; my dearest &lt;a href="http://brandonlikes2draw.blogspot.com"&gt;Cousin&lt;/a&gt; back to Singapore. I'm sorry I wasn't there to fetch you back home, but heyyyy, I left you an IM. :DDD I hope to catch up with you very soon, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go to bed now, it's late. :[ And whoo, i just decided not to go to bed because Rach is on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And I Thought I'd post this, lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Christmas Wishlist:DDD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; MCR Concert Tickets, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Capo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Borders Gift Voucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Harry Potter merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; BSB Poster please. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-239555074925505186?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/239555074925505186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/239555074925505186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/12/countdown.html' title='Countdown!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3268097984540365598</id><published>2007-11-26T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:54:42.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;GOODBYE, AMANDA&amp;JEREEN!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall miss you two very very much. Even though I already miss you now.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for tomorrow's camp, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;PLEASE DON'T DISAPPOINT ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let there be some good in this world &lt;I&gt;[I am not implying anything, I just really wanted to say that, hohoho!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall post something when I get my pictures uploaded on Flickr. It's pretty stupid now, for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3268097984540365598?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3268097984540365598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3268097984540365598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5372422754418805854</id><published>2007-11-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:31:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch, please.</title><content type='html'>Ya la, I know my attitude sucks okay, you're not the only one who thinks that I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why don't you reflect upon yourself, I'm not the only one with a suckish attitude. You wouldn't even take that bitchy face off the whole night. I had a reason, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in this world wouldn't smile when they can do what they would like? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I told myself history wouldn't happen again, but look. I almost forgot how it felt like, but here it is again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, I shall drown myself in emo music. Let's all go and listen to Simple Plan again, and drown ourselves into this sort of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what I went through, and to be quite honest, I don't think you'll ever want to try and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this emo post. There's another thing I'm pissed off as well, but I think this is enough for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to Nicklaus&amp;Amanda&amp;Nazu badly. This is something so serious, I can feel my tears accumulating in my eyes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5372422754418805854?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5372422754418805854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5372422754418805854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/bitch-please.html' title='Bitch, please.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2461980084151794655</id><published>2007-11-20T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:07:59.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry people, that was pretty unexpected. I haven't been online because I was in &lt;b&gt;CANADA!&lt;/b&gt; You just gotta love that country, it's way too pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to go online simply because the hotel that we stayed in was shitty and there wasn't any internet connection there so. &lt;b&gt;BOO!&lt;/b&gt; What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;B&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/b&gt; is so pretty, it just kept going on and on and on, the mist that rose up to the sky was just &lt;I&gt;huge&lt;/I&gt;. And of course, it was &lt;I&gt;freezing&lt;/i&gt;. Tsk Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so pissed off with the weather that I didn't wanna go for another walk on the second day. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know, I really never thought we'd be in Canada after the whole accident. &lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;At least&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, we got to Ontario, I really wanted to go to Toronto and Quebac since there were a whole lot of beautiful churches that I wanna visit. Well... Hopefully there will be a next time, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of courseee, there is a whole lot of other reasons for me to go to Quebac ;D. I think Ranelle knows, lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday night, we ate at this Chinese restaurant near our hotel, making me extremely pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Chinese, for the last few days in NJ, we've been eating chinese. three quarters of my &lt;B&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; is spent eating chinese, &lt;B&gt;my grandma&lt;/b&gt; cooks chinese, almost &lt;I&gt;everywhere&lt;/I&gt; we go in Singapore, we eat chinese, I &lt;B&gt;speak&lt;/b&gt; chinese as a second language, &lt;B&gt;I AM CHINESE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, and when we go to another country, &lt;B&gt;WE STILL EAT CHINESE?!&lt;/b&gt; WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part was that they didn't have any fish. Damn, I was stuck eating pork, and it wasn't good. Yuck. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a whole lot of chocolates as well, I've got two keychains for Amanda and Rachel. Wanted to get a 'Joseph' thing for Josephine, but I thought it was quite rude, so. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we drove back to New Jersey. I'm here in New Jersey. -.- My dad did a little speeding, it got me so freaked out so I was pretty harsh on him. What can I do, he really was speeding! My mom was so freaked out she started breathing in and out like that pig from Chicken Little! THAT IS NOT COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! I'm so not getting a driving license. I shall walk, or live on the MRT for the rest of my entire LIFE is I have to. Sheesh, stupid cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this place called Fuddruckers for dinner, and I ordered a Salmon SANDWICH. Instead of those normal toasted bread, they gave me those bread that you might find on a burger. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the salmon was cooked. I WANT IT RAW! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm bitchy today. Tsk tsk. But WHOO! &lt;B&gt;MEILING IS BACK IN SINGAPORE AND NOW IM CHATTING TO HER!&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my camera batt is dead, so I suppose I'll post the pictures some other day. Hm. Sorry 'bout that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2461980084151794655?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2461980084151794655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2461980084151794655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5750502485409955115</id><published>2007-11-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:21:07.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wootwooot! -geeky grin + thumbs uup-</title><content type='html'>Muaha, yes. I've got some pictures to post but I can't find my USB Port so... Eh, whatever. I just hope I didn't lose them or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the family's stuck in this little room for the past few days, making long calls back to Singapore about the insurance, BLAHBLAHBLAHHH and as for me, I've been playing Sims 2! WAHA, yes. :D And now I just found out that my sim was... I dunno, bisexual? Or just a downright lesbian? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out, lmao. I wanna go and try some gay stuff with my sims later... If my sim has some feelings for another guy, thats is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad just decided that we'd be going to the West in a couple of days. Well, that's great, so I won't be home by next week, my mom will. Sorry Amanda&amp;amp;Rachel :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, okay, WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite betrayed on the other hand. I dunno, was it right for me to forgive her a year before? Because she seem to be blocking me out from this bubble that I was supposed to be in. Seriously, it's like, dude, I was the one who build that little community up with them, but yet they didn't even consult me? I mean, it's like so unfair, you know. Did the question even crossed their minds like,"What does Bibiana think of this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, have you even thought that MAYBE the group might want something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, give me a reply by 11 November, but NONE of you even IM me, so okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFFF, GET A LIFE LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel betrayed, I'm really sorry for even writting this out on my blog, it's pathetic and childish, I know, but really it hurts like WTFFFFFHURTSSSS okay. I wanna talk to Amanda and Nick and Nazu now please. :[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I'll try to find my USB port now. See y'all on December 9th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5750502485409955115?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5750502485409955115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5750502485409955115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/wootwooot-geeky-grin-thumbs-uup.html' title='Wootwooot! -geeky grin + thumbs uup-'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1259751263480785900</id><published>2007-11-14T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:53:03.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo -thumbs down- Part Two</title><content type='html'>Well. Things happen, plans change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad planned a one month vacation in America&amp;Canada, the family was looking forward to it, and just one mistake. Just one, blows everything up. Well, literally, I suppose. I dunno, somehow, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I said I'd be back by December, but like I said, things happen, plans change. We just arrived in New York last night. I'm here in New Jersey, USA, we were on the way to Canada, and well... We got into a car accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. -dramatic sound effects-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought, ever, in my whole entire bloody life, that I might get into a car accident. No, seriously, and today I got into one. No one's seriously hurt, my mom brought a finger, but it should be alright, she'll have to go and get a surgery a few days time, so. Yeah, hopefully she'll get better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back still hurts. The flight was horrible, so you know, that sprain that I got a couple of weeks before wasn't really helping much. And today, after the accident, something just hit me from the back and now I've got a bruice on my butt. &lt;I&gt;Of all places&lt;/I&gt;, MY BUTT! Can you believe it, sheesh, it hurts now. Whenever I try to sit down, or bend down or whatever, geez, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my specs in the car, it's in the garage now, I'm not sure when I'd be able to go there yet. I'm quite sure its broken as well, I dunno, the headband that I just bought is there as well. Oh and my camera. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened. I can't even remember what happened. All I know was that, I was just sitting at the back of the car, writting something and then in just a split-second, the car was spinning in all directions. Thank goodness it didn't overturn or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so darn greatful that the family's still alive. I prayed and prayed, my mom was terribly in pain, and well. She's alright now, she's asleep. Oh and my sis is asleep as well, lmao. It's like, 5-ish PM now, by the way, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so. I'd be back in Singapore in about a week, we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all those in Saint Clare's Hospital for your care and concern. x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1259751263480785900?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1259751263480785900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1259751263480785900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/boo-thumbs-down-part-two.html' title='Boo -thumbs down- Part Two'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2023172316304173747</id><published>2007-11-11T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:03:08.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo -thumbs down-</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sucking on to my Ice Lemon Tea. I got chased out of the house by my dad, and now I'm here at Macdonalds to test out the Internet Access. Boo. -thumbs down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, I'm kidding. I wasn't chased out of the house, it was done in a polite fashion, but yes, I'm stuck here at Macdonalds, and I can only get home once the battery goes flat. Boo. -thumbs down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the idea is really to test out the Internet connection. My house's modemn sucks, so it doesn't support Windows Vista, hence... This. Well, it works anyway, as you already know, so whatever. This means that when I'm on vacation, I can totally post stuff online, play neopets, and do... other stuff. &lt;B&gt;YEAH THIS ROCKS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside... I'm still stuck here at Macdonalds. Boo. -thumbs down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying desperately to download MSN Messenger, but the installation just backfires on me. Damn, it just doesn't work! And for some odd reason, Ebuddy hates me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. -thumbs down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have to complete another annoying order by this really whiny girl and I don't have Photoshop installed here. Boo! &lt;B&gt;BOOBOOBOOBOOBOO!! &gt;:[~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should've brought my wallet along, I want an apple pie. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks, I just finished my Ice Lemon Tea. This sucks, I should've asked for a Medium. But nooooooo... The medium was too large for me! I COULDN'T EVEN FINISH HALF OF IT AND SO I GOT A SMALL ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm feeling extremely whiny today. I want to go and lie down on my comfy bed before I leave tonight. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, okay, let's get back to Neopets. The keyboard is really crapping the shit outta me. &gt;:[~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all soon. I might post sometime next week, if time permits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2023172316304173747?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2023172316304173747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2023172316304173747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/boo-thumbs-down.html' title='Boo -thumbs down-'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2944316057732924327</id><published>2007-11-08T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:42:00.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a big decision.</title><content type='html'>I decided not to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a huge word, it has alot of meaning to it. It's quite sinful, and I suppose I haven't been quite a nice kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the books, to &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; conquer death, is to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it also means, to truly be a nice person, is just to accept everything, live and let live. Well, i know my explanation ain't good, but I understand it truly, in my heart, so that's it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to hate.&lt;br /&gt;This is really a huge decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2944316057732924327?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2944316057732924327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2944316057732924327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-big-decision.html' title='Here&apos;s a big decision.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-151463551065895312</id><published>2007-11-05T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:43:17.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;MORE&lt;br /&gt;WEEK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Mr Fadial going,"HELLOOOOO!" from here. LMAO!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a big&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to Shulei, because she rocksrocksrockssss! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think I'm gonna go and read HP7 again. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Nicklaus. I made my decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-151463551065895312?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/151463551065895312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/151463551065895312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3578020540158375472</id><published>2007-11-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:00:06.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait another minute</title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;To all those who added me on LJ&lt;/b&gt;, there's quite a serious thing that I just posted, I need your opinions about it. You can only read it if I added you back, so just make sure of that, kay. I really need your opinions, I really want my opinions out as well, so just give me a little comment, kay? Thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yati and Miss Law organised a little gathering at West Coast Park today, so the whole class was invited. Tsk tsk, Josephine didn't turn up so. Well, I think it'll be much more exciting with her around. :D Ah, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so. The class couldn't find the barbeque pit there, so we walk here, walk there, walk everywhere, and I shall quote from Amanda, "&lt;I&gt;walk in circles, squares and triangles&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was &lt;B&gt;scorching&lt;/b&gt; hot, I'm telling you! I'm already darker now! Someone [I can't remember who] said,"Haha, next year, we all become like &lt;S&gt;banglar&lt;/s&gt;. Even darker than &lt;S&gt;banglar&lt;/s&gt; ah!" Lol, funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was pretty boring, so, I shan't elaborate much. Oscar came along as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, Oscar, I LOVE YOU! &lt;B&gt;♥&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so. The whole thing was supposed to end at 5.00PM, but hey, it was so boring that Rach, Oscar, Amanda, Jereen and I left at 3+-ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, okay. And I freaked out when someone mentioned that there was a spider on Wei Sheng's shirt. -.- It was huge, can, I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going back to West Coast brought back the sweet memories in &lt;B&gt;2006&lt;/b&gt;. Aw, man, I want to go back there with LPS-ian. :[ Shall we all go there again, one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1840110715&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2299/1840110715_5585a015c1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, Rian caught on cam. :D&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the camera's image quality is really good in this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1840110725&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/1840110725_d555be104d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'd like to thank &lt;B&gt;Miss Yati&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Miss Law&lt;/b&gt; for putting in so much effort for this gathering. It wasn't very fun, but still, it got me out of the house, so what the heck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy third of November! &lt;B&gt;Only  8 more days, people!&lt;/B&gt; AHHH, I AM SO EXCITED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- I change my mind. Something that I already know is &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;PURE OWNAGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ss- I found this picture over the net about a few days ago. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Ahh, Frank ♥ I almost thought he was a girl. He looks like one anyway. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2376/1840403469_8a88111139_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still kinda creepy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/sss- Who has '&lt;I&gt;Downpour&lt;/i&gt;' by BSB? It's a bonus track, and I don't have it on my disc, so, if anyone has it, please send it over because I think its the &lt;B&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; song BSB has ever performed, and my Ipod will be extremely sad [okay, &lt;B&gt;fine&lt;/B&gt;, mostly me], because it doesn't have that awesome song on it's list. :D Thanks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3578020540158375472?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3578020540158375472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3578020540158375472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/wait-another-minute.html' title='Wait another minute'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2299/1840110715_5585a015c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1000581058275052871</id><published>2007-11-02T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:56:27.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desktop</title><content type='html'>PLEASE DO NOT LAUGH WHEN YOU TAKE A LOOK AT MY DESKTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bloody embarrassed about this, but hey, I really wanna rant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128177748344484418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RyryfesiskI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j2VH5GZ-1tg/s320/desktop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, it's that stupid character from stupid Winx Club. My sister's &lt;b&gt;obsessed&lt;/b&gt; with it, I'm quite sad to say. This is so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pink/purple-ness on the wallpaper! Look at the brightness of it! AHHH, IT BLINDS MY EYES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, lets not talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; graphic maker would say that the &lt;i&gt;image quality&lt;/i&gt; of a graphic &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUST NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be pixelated. Simply because it wouldn't be &lt;I&gt;smooth&lt;/i&gt; and it wouldn't be clear or sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister that, and she replied,"&lt;B&gt;Aiya, still can see what.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;WOAHHHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to teach her about graphic design sometime. This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I think there might be a huge update on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most probably on the 9th December. It's a long way to go, but I'm quite certain. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go and re-submit my layout. No one's rating. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1000581058275052871?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1000581058275052871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1000581058275052871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/desktop.html' title='Desktop'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RyryfesiskI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j2VH5GZ-1tg/s72-c/desktop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8457523598642830152</id><published>2007-11-02T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:34:48.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I not be moved by you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_ikF6yiH8g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_ikF6yiH8g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Everything - Lifehouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me here&lt;br /&gt;And speak to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me &lt;br /&gt;To the place &lt;br /&gt;Where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are the strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me &lt;B&gt;walking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are the hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me &lt;B&gt;trusting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are the life&lt;br /&gt;To my soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You're everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;B&gt;how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;And you give me rest&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;You won't let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Would you take me in&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me deeper, now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh And how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be&lt;br /&gt;Any better than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried so badly when I saw that skit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;you said you would never leave me, &lt;br /&gt;I believe you, I believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. No matter how bad life gets, no matter how bad the situation is, Jesus will still take you back in a heartbeat. Every single time I watch this video, I can't help but cry and feel so blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- I really need to get better soon, my back is aching so much. I just got another batch of medication, it tastes really &lt;B&gt;really&lt;/B&gt; bad, but it's helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ss- Like the new layout? I might just post it on Blogskin, sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8457523598642830152?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8457523598642830152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8457523598642830152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-can-i-not-be-moved-by-you.html' title='How can I not be moved by you?'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2624152457789954333</id><published>2007-11-01T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:03:54.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BSB</title><content type='html'>Heh, yesterday was way too fun, as much as my back hurts, it still ruled.&lt;br /&gt;I had a little gaming marathon with Ranelle. Well, it would be a marathon if my sister didn't want to use the computer at 4, or I would've played through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, here's a little advertisement. I really hope nazy buys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RylHQesisjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KwJoJ16u1SY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127707999181386290" style="FLOAT: MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RylHQesisjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KwJoJ16u1SY/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Artist&lt;/b&gt;: Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Album&lt;/b&gt;: Unbreakably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Release&lt;/b&gt;: 30 October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gasp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was brought up with music, to boy bands like A1, Westlife, and BoyZone and of course, Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped liking all these after I was like, 10, but then my sister wouldn't stop playing they're previous album , &lt;B&gt;Never Gone&lt;/b&gt;, in the car, so I started liking them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, you know, no one can ever deny the fact that these people rule. It's like, whatever genre they try out with their music just works out. Their newest album, Unbreakable, shows just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only soulful, it's just way too catchy [not like its a bad thing... Seriously]. Okay, so Kevin Richardson left, so what? It's sounds just as good, as if Kevin has never left. My favourite song on this album is probably 'Trouble Is...'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just the music itself that's caught my eye [or my ears... Whatever], it's the lyrics as well. It's nothing like Simple Plan which I can totally relate it to my own life, but yet its so well written and it makes so much sense. But then again, what kind of song doesn't make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what - Britney Spearsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sister will go gah-gah over this album as well. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get your copy now, AND &lt;B&gt;LET THEM BEAT BRITNEY SPEARS&lt;/b&gt;, MUAHAHAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;No, really, go get it, not because Britney suck balls, but because BSB really rock.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I never thought my parents would be right, I really enjoyed myself during the concert two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Right, and Happy first of November. Whoo! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2624152457789954333?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2624152457789954333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2624152457789954333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/11/bsb.html' title='BSB'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RylHQesisjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KwJoJ16u1SY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7077741203877596102</id><published>2007-10-31T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:41:58.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/Ryf3JesisiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TiKrQ-bJtIA/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338443015369250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/Ryf3JesisiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TiKrQ-bJtIA/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, look, I can't dress up in real life, so I went orange in ClubPenguin. Orange is the colour! Rules, I'm telling you, it rules. And no, I didn't forget [seriously, you must be stupid to think that I might forget]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANKIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As tradition, usually, I'd put up a Frank layout, but not this time because I really can't take the pain on my back anymore, so... Well, we'll have to break tradition for today. I'll probably put the layout up sometime next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Frankie, I hope I get to see you in December. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And ofcourse, another birthday wish for a dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUI YU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Didn't think that I'd remember? Naw, I'm not so forgetful. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aw, I want to go trick-or-treat. :[ I remember when I was young, the church organised something like that except it was much similiar. Dress up, go to this small little booth, take all the candy you want. No tricks. And then when we got home, my cousin and I would gobble all of the candle at once, only saving &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; for the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lol. Okay, I really got to go and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween! &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/27674054-7077741203877596102?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7077741203877596102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7077741203877596102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/Ryf3JesisiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TiKrQ-bJtIA/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8825191026728668024</id><published>2007-10-30T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:19:55.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>GRRRRRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;CENTEr&gt;DAMN YOU, TIME DIFFERENCE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the most important days &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I can't believe I woke up late for it. Shucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan was premiering its &lt;I&gt;newest&lt;/i&gt; single. Yes! Simple Plan is back! There was supposed to be a webchat at 6.00PM EASTERN, AKA 6AM in Singapore, and I CAN'T BELIEVE I WOKE UP LATE FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4+ this morning, but I went back to sleep and I only woke up at 6.30AM. AHHH, NO, IM SO MAD AT MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wait just like &lt;I&gt;everyone else&lt;/I&gt; for the song. Which means I'll have to wait for another two &lt;B&gt;bloody&lt;/b&gt; months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm so darn sober. -cries heart out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:[[[[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;All is good now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new song is &lt;B&gt;bloody&lt;/b&gt; amazing. It totally describes something about me, something that I totally despise, it just summerise &lt;I&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; inside me that I was trying to get out. this band just manage to get my feelings all in their songs, I simply cannot believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan is still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to get a shirt, please. I've waited for too long already. I can't believe I threw away one of my Simple Plan posters... Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was crumpled anyway, I wouldn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go dig out all of my SP posters and put them around my room again. WAHHAHAHAHA! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;This&lt;/B&gt; is called obsession. Something that most people wouldn't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;/EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8825191026728668024?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8825191026728668024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8825191026728668024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/grrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRR!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8183430818004503937</id><published>2007-10-29T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:11:23.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral</title><content type='html'>Dude, you totally downgraded yourself on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a rather close friend, to just a friend, to an acquintance, to neutral. Neither a friend nor a foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck are you doing? I'm so stupid for even trusting you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anything else, and I'm down grading you to a foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, but you seriously suck balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be my last post about her, okay. I promise, I promise, I promise. I shall post everything on LJ next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I know who is Amandahater? I'd like to get to know you better, but its your lost anyway, because Amanda is hella nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8183430818004503937?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8183430818004503937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8183430818004503937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/neutral.html' title='Neutral'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5263028658161861740</id><published>2007-10-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:33:37.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Psh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;25 October 2007&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHUAN HOCK!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I miss you so much. :[&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you very soon, though. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I'm gonna post tomorrow, since nothing is going on, except that I'll be getting my report book back. Hm. So, here's my normal &lt;b&gt;"OMGSCHOOLISOVERBLAHBLAHBLAH"&lt;/B&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I do this every year, I suppose its something that motivates me alot and make me want to strive harder for next year. I hope this works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this year hasn't been very good, maybe because its the first year in a new environment, and also mainly because I'm terribly disappointed with my results. Hm, can't decide. Psh, what bull. You and I both know that something else has got to do with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;26 October 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JO-EE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? No party? Geez. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;FINALLY&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over, it really is over. Aren't you feeling relieved? I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so darn fast. It seems as if yesterday, I was sitting in this huge hall, staring at this guy on the stage, wondering,"&lt;I&gt;What the hell is going to happen?&lt;/I&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today, I felt as if the world was going to end. It felt odd. -shifty eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never thought that I might miss going to school. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I got my report book back. n_n Muahahah, I got promoted to the next level. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 'A's in total, 2 'B's, and 1 'C'. I don't think I have to tell you which subject I got a 'C' for. I'm still so freaking glad that I passed. I can't &lt;I&gt;believe&lt;/I&gt; I got into the top 10% of the whole cohort. Seriously, that's a big deal. &lt;B&gt;:O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also got a &lt;B&gt;Credit&lt;/b&gt; for this test I took a few months ago, called the New South Wales Science thingy whatever. Geez. Yep. Can you believe that Amanda didn't even get a Credit? Geez. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a participation for the &lt;B&gt;Math Olympics&lt;/B&gt;. Ah, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got selected to be a student councillor. :o&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am shocked. The interview was... long. I felt like I was talking in circles [LOL tiara]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, still shocked. Especially since ML, Rach and Joseph didn't get in. What's up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a camp during the holidays, but I can't go. Damn. And since I can't go, the chances of me becoming a student councillor in future is &lt;I&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; slim. At least that was what that councillor said. &lt;B&gt;Damn, to the power of 3. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to go because I'm going abroad. So really, think about my last paragraph and think if this is actually &lt;I&gt;fair&lt;/I&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if so, it'll be alright after this little chat with the councillors. It really gave me a bad impression of the whole group. Sorry, I just had to say that. And I sorry to Josephine, for breaking my promise about being too straightforward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pushed by this middle-aged male on the train today. Damn, this seems to be regular thing nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to board the train, and I was standing at the side. He's got a pretty small frame, pretty skinny, so there was enough space for him to get through the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he pushed me. Hard. What the heck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I muttered &lt;I&gt;extremely&lt;/I&gt; softly,"&lt;I&gt;beeyotch&lt;/i&gt;" under my breath and I saw him &lt;I&gt;glaring&lt;/I&gt; at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, 看什么看?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the school taught me to be &lt;B&gt;respectful&lt;/b&gt; toward my elderly. I can do that. But it seems like the elderly aren't respecting us either. It seems to me like that man was &lt;I&gt;blaming&lt;/I&gt; me for touching him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I've said this before, but I'll say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the June Holidays, I was on the train during lunch hour, and a middle-aged lady was standing beside me. I was clutching on to the metal bar, and the next thing I knew, that lady &lt;B&gt;slapped&lt;/B&gt; my hand away [&lt;I&gt;hard&lt;/I&gt;] to take my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;What the heck, la, can or not?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want some respect, then you'll have to show some respect for the younger ones as well. Seriously, the elders taught us to &lt;B&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; respect, but they don't have any morals themselves. &lt;B&gt;Oh, the &lt;I&gt;irony&lt;/i&gt; of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got nothing else to rant about anymore. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well. Yeah. Uhm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea how to end this post. Sorry. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5263028658161861740?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5263028658161861740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5263028658161861740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/psh.html' title='Psh'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3285539488311191054</id><published>2007-10-23T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:56:18.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Eek, not again.</title><content type='html'>One of my muscles around my back &lt;I&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt; sprained. Wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my arm, then my back, what's next?! &lt;br /&gt;no, don't answer that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, simply because of that, I can't go to school today. And today is a pretty important day... It's &lt;B&gt;SPORTS DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'm one of the runners, and I have no idea how my team mates are gonna do. Damn, this makes me feel guilty. Well, I wish them all the best, and I hope to hear good news tomorrow! n_n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3285539488311191054?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3285539488311191054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3285539488311191054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/eek-not-again.html' title='Eek, not again.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5360604056773520255</id><published>2007-10-21T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:15:58.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>HOLYSHIT!</title><content type='html'>Oh geez, I can't help but smile after reading an article from a fansite. Oh geez, oh geez, oh geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CEnter&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS FINALLY COMING TO SINGAPORE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but that's it, I don't think I'll be going. The cheapest ticket is about 75 bucks, which is &lt;I&gt;standard&lt;/i&gt; really, but it isn't going to be a free standing sort of show. So if I were to get the cheapest one, I'll end up sitting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;WTHHHH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, MCR. As much as I love you, it just sucks to know that you guys are totally mainstream now and I can't get that close to you guys. Why couldn't you guys just come to Singapore when you guys were a small little band? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free standing tickets cost $95, and if you plus the mailing and stuff, that'll probably add to about 100 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall start listening to the radio these days and see if I can win free tickets + backstage passes. n_n!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Chances of me going for that show is so little. -tear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I found out something on the net, I'm not sure if I'm gonna post it right here, but I'll probably tell Amanda about it tomorrow. Damn, she's gonna be &lt;B&gt;furious&lt;/b&gt; about it. Just so you know, I'm not so happy about it either, knowing that someone actually made this blog something like... &lt;I&gt;theirs&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get her to take down my link now. Or tell her the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well technically, my link is under your name, so ASK HER TO TAKE DOWN YOUR LINK NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the wayyyy, I'm making my &lt;a href="http://annarism.livejournal.com"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; public. It hurts to see no one posting any comments there. And bwahaha, I'm be ranting alot there. I feel alot safer, knowing that I can actually monitor who reads my posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;MCRISCOMING, WHOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5360604056773520255?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5360604056773520255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5360604056773520255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/holyshit.html' title='HOLYSHIT!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7225064591372667463</id><published>2007-10-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:28:57.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Oh geez. Today was so fun. :DDD Now, I'm just so sad that school is gonna be over. Damn. It's kinda sad that we didn't actually see how fun these people can be until the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhoos. Met Rach, Aman, Ahmei, and Jereen at the LRT and when the train stopped at Keat Hong, I was talking and talking and talking and all of the sudden, looked out on the platform and saw Nazurah. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I rushed out of the train and asked her for a hug, and dashed back into the train again.. Lmao, the rest in the train were so worried that the doors might close, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to school anyway, for the SC interview, and IT project. I was so darn nervous about the interview, I was &lt;i&gt;grinning&lt;/i&gt; away [AKA my nervous reaction =.=]. The SCs were nice, so... whatever. Ha. I was stumbling over my words and stuff, &lt;i&gt;beating around the bush&lt;/i&gt;, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally completed my IT project. Whoohoo! It doesn't look nice [in my opinion], but I can't blame myself since I'm not used to CS2 instead of the usual Elements 2.0 that I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I met Rach, Aman and Ahmei at Lot1 after that, and got back to Rach's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, is it me, but is Rachel's house becoming like our hot spot now? Geez.&lt;br /&gt;All the better, I like Oscar so much. Heh. I got some pictures of him on my phone, but I'm a bit too lazy to upload them since the software is so slow. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go, I'll edit this in a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- wei, wo he ni bu shi peng you, wei she me ni yi ding yao li yong wo de peng you lai ding zhe wo ne? wo you mei zhe me zhou. and by the way, wo gen ben dou bu xi huan &lt;i&gt;ta&lt;/i&gt;, ni wei she me yi ding yao zhe yang shou? so what, wo kan zhe ta bu dai biao wo xi huan [ai] ta leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it with your nonsense la, if I hear any rumors about it, you're taking responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I think my chinese improved. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7225064591372667463?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7225064591372667463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7225064591372667463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5071764802838106519</id><published>2007-10-18T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:23:27.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Shocker, shocker!</title><content type='html'>Oh geez. I don't even know where to start. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you got into the Top 15 position in class. I've never felt this in a long long time, and I am in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, yes, I got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got horrible results. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in the Lab right now, and we've got a brand new teacher because Mr William quit. O_O This would be our 7th teacher this year. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rui said he might be coming back, but obviously, he's not here. :[&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Mr G doesn't transfer out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 2 months since I've programmed something, or constructed something, and I am feeling so stupid. =.= Die, how am I going to get into the Winter Games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, my break's over. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you. Let's all &lt;i&gt;ganbatte&lt;/i&gt; [as JiaLi will say la]! &lt;b&gt;The school term is almost over&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- Why are you always staring at me? If you're jealous, go complain, just don't stare. Obviously your parents haven't taught you anything about manners, it's rude to stare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5071764802838106519?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5071764802838106519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5071764802838106519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/shocker-shocker.html' title='Shocker, shocker!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1574677595545264081</id><published>2007-10-17T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:33:03.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is how it goes</title><content type='html'>Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally jumping for joy this morning. Then again, I am still disappointed... Urgh, damn you Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like what Jereen said ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all strive for next year, and not dwell on the past. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1574677595545264081?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1574677595545264081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1574677595545264081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-this-is-how-it-goes.html' title='so this is how it goes'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5340420866657998384</id><published>2007-10-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:08:35.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>New Face of Failure</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the tears. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was a huge emotional breakdown, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my Chinese paper today, and I didn't cry, then I added all the parts, and I realised that I barely got a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Jereen told me that I got 52 for my overall, I broke down and cried. Hard. It wasn't because I was upset, I was &lt;i&gt;overjoyed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like I had absolutely no control over my tears or my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Geography came. I really don't wish to talk about it, but now all I have in my head is that I'm so &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I think about my results, I just can't help it, I just cry and cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all you can do, Bibiana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it, I'm done. All I have to say is&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; YOU CHINESE&lt;/s&gt; and, well. I feel like I am a living proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even the best falls down sometime&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find, you and I collide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to give up then, when I saw my results, then out of nowhere, this song began to play in my head and I can't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... Again... &lt;b&gt;Music is the best medicine&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did my best, if my dad blames me this time, then... I don't think I have anything to say anymore. I've done nothing but disappoint my parents, over and over again, they've given me so much, and the only thing I've given them was failure... I really feel like a useless kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just gonna pray for the best tomorrow. If I do badly for the others, then... Well, to me, its like the end of the world already, so... Maybe there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And I got drenched on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Bring umbrella to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you should check back here anymore, maybe I won't be able to post anymore. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGGHIHATEMOPOSTLACANORNOT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5340420866657998384?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5340420866657998384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5340420866657998384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-face-of-failure.html' title='New Face of Failure'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4044770968508565171</id><published>2007-10-15T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:38:21.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>Keep this simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ASHLEY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Billy Joe loves you ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to post.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past few days, I've been sitting in front of the computer, playing neopets. Muahaa. =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to spread a message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com"&gt;VISIT INVISIBLECHILDREN.COM NOW&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are people out there who are so unfortunate, so ask yourself when you complain,"&lt;B&gt;I am luckier than others, why should I complain?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah, I am really sick of people complaining, I just finished reading someone's blog and she was &lt;I&gt;ranting&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;I&gt;complaining&lt;/I&gt;, so much about her life. Really, if you think your life is so horrible then I dare you to go to Africa and live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshh, unappreciative people. Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;Oh great, now there's a fly buzzing round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go back to school tomorrow! :[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't call him Harry Potter, &lt;br /&gt;"Cos my name's HPiddy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, that was hilarious.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4044770968508565171?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4044770968508565171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4044770968508565171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/keep-this-simple.html' title='Keep this simple'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5171241494119840477</id><published>2007-10-12T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:21:09.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>asdfghjkl;</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAYLEY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did you perm your hair?! But hey, the video is still awesome. I just &lt;B&gt;have&lt;/B&gt; to laugh at Josh's man boobs, though... your icon told me not to... -shifty eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahot, kahot, kahot, 1 2 3 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was... really really stupid. Ignore that. Anyways. I forgot to wish happy birthday to someone else yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO WEI SHENG!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 Wei Sheng, not the classmate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later, I think. I'm going out! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;11 days to 23 October&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna bury this town tonight&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I have no idea why i'm blogging right now when I can blog later. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5171241494119840477?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5171241494119840477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5171241494119840477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/asdfghjkl.html' title='asdfghjkl;'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5804761553185365774</id><published>2007-10-11T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:07:06.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsvisit'/><title type='text'>Happy happy Birthday to you</title><content type='html'>First and foremost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS YONG&amp;MINGJIE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, you're one year older! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Nick, Yeelin, Rachel [Zhuang], Ben Loo, Samuel and Jo-ee today, mainly because we wanted to wish miss Yong a happy birthday. That lady is simply amazing, because she helped me so much when I was 10, and I am totally grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;B&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; supposed to meet Nicklaus at 12, but he was mapling [wth?] so he came at about 12.20PM. &lt;B&gt;what the &lt;I&gt;heck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. We wanted to make a card for Miss Yong, since we didn't get &lt;I&gt;any&lt;/I&gt; present for her, but then he saw Ben Loo at the basketball court in the school so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about the card. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Miss Yong treated us to some pizza, I didn't eat it because I was stuffing myself with the &lt;b&gt;lovely&lt;/b&gt; chicken rice that I always eat. -drools-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, then the bell rang, so we went to the staff room. On the way, we passed by this place where the gang always go to, so... we did some thinking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jo-ee&lt;/b&gt;: SECRET PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: -drinks lemon tea-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeelin&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHA, PASSWORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jo-ee&lt;/b&gt;: Shitake Mushroom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: -spills lemon tea from my mouth- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeelin&amp;Jo-ee&amp;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;: o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: -burst out laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, that was funny. I wasn't laughing about the shitake muchroom [though the name IS funny], I was laughing at the password idea that we made up. Well, we &lt;B&gt;were&lt;/b&gt; juvenile. We just didn't like it when &lt;I&gt;unauthorised&lt;/i&gt; people came on to our turf and.... The password thing just seemed like a brilliant idea to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really couldn't stop laughing, I thought back and it was &lt;B&gt;hilarious&lt;/b&gt;. My lemon tea spilled all over the place and as Jo-ee put it, it flew up into the air and fell down and Rachel got some over her shirt. Damn you, gravity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down on my knees and all the students were staring at me like some sort of idiot. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. We sang a Happy Birthday song to Miss Yong when she got down from the stairs. I think she was kinda embarrassed so... hm. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to blog anymore so. Uhm, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/1541241308_0398800913_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lT4rksUvoqc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lT4rksUvoqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach and Sam fighting. Samuel &lt;B&gt;wanteD&lt;/b&gt; to hit me, but I didn't catch that on cam... Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohhkay, I really don't wanna blog anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;12 more days to 23 October&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;B&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; wait&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5804761553185365774?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5804761553185365774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5804761553185365774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy happy Birthday to you'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/1541241308_0398800913_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1495776196406936080</id><published>2007-10-09T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:51:28.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Anything</title><content type='html'>HEYALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;You wanna know why I'm so hyper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem, basically because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dances- Oof! -trips over shoelaces-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... You get what I mean, I'm just so happy, a weight was totally lifted off my shoulders after the Art paper this afternoon and -squels- i'm just so freaking happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get &lt;B&gt;6 days&lt;/B&gt; off from school, starting from tomorrow, inclusive of the weekends. Hoho! Jealous, aren't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, not really, I suppose every school are doing this so... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, is anyone willing to go out? Because I'm totally bored at home [though staying at home will be nice], and I really want to go to HMV and get some CDs. To be quite honest, I'm extremely bored with the ones I have on my Ipod, I need some new songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you want to go out or something, just text message me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to stay back after school to do some photoshopping, but Miss Anita wasn't there. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, so I left. It isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, who knows, maybe she really remembered our little date and appeared, but HEY! She was late for 40 minutes. That's &lt;B&gt;two-third of an hour&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I left and went to Lot 1, hoping to bump into Amanda and the others. Heh, I was lucky, I frightened them from behind, and we all left for Rachel's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't wanna get into detail, but I had fun. Aw, shucks, I didn't bring my camera along. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... uhm. Text message me, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- Heyheyhey, anyone going back to LPS for a special someone's birthday on 11October?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1495776196406936080?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1495776196406936080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1495776196406936080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/anything.html' title='Anything'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-507374559027239726</id><published>2007-10-06T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:47:57.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogskin'/><title type='text'>Obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/160817/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RwcSY_PaldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tYbjyUC224c/s320/screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118079722032109010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a new blogskin. &lt;br /&gt;Well, actually it is the one that you're seeing right now, here on my blog. Hurhurhur. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, go on, what are you waiting for? Comment, Rate, Fav, Download! &lt;br /&gt;So far, i've only got 3 comments, so that sucks a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://jay-rocks.blogspot.com"&gt;Wayne rocks&lt;/a&gt; for giving me &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/19935372/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to a J.K Rowling interview. If you're a fan, go watch, because she revealed ALOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I CANNOT WAITTT! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-507374559027239726?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/507374559027239726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/507374559027239726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/obvious.html' title='Obvious'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1lPYS7zzLk/RwcSY_PaldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tYbjyUC224c/s72-c/screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3372726844778280967</id><published>2007-10-05T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:51:05.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Uptown Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGSp0eh57Jo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGSp0eh57Jo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uptown Girl - Westlife [cover]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OLDSCHOOL WESTLIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they just suck, no offence, the songs don't have that kind of feel to it anymore. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if any of you can't concentrate on your studies/work/blahblahblah, listen to Westlife's first 4 albums because they totally relaxes your mind. I've been listening to them for the past week, and it really works. It's done nothing but help me with my studies, instead of making me feel annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my Geography and Math paper. Like I said, I worked very hard this time, but sadly, maybe it wasn't really meant to be. I dunno what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was &lt;I&gt;generally&lt;/I&gt; easy [for Geography, I mean], but I just felt like my answers was &lt;B&gt;missing&lt;/B&gt; something. Well, I dunno if I covered everything that the question asked, I just really felt a &lt;I&gt;little&lt;/I&gt; lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what's done is done. I just hope I &lt;B&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; covered everything. If I ever get anything lesser than a A1, then... Well, i'll be really sad and sober. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was good, got extremely nervous when the exam start, haha. Yeah, well, its good, at least. Thank you, Mrs Yip, for not testing anything about Linear Graphs because I suck at those. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, that's it I think. :/ Finally, the weekends are here. I am to prepare for my Literature and Science exam, and finish up my Art. Goodness, so many things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing neopets again. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3372726844778280967?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3372726844778280967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3372726844778280967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/uptown-girl.html' title='Uptown Girl'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3721016773826511117</id><published>2007-10-04T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:07:45.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Annoying little cutenews</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to close my site on styleboxx, because Cutenews is really getting on my nerves. I'm better off with Blogger. I'm hoping Blogger doesn't screw up anytime soon and goes on forever. Ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I had my History and Math paper this morning. I'll rate it from 1 to 10, 1 being the easiest. Probably 7 for History, a 4.5 for math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away 2 marks for History, since I left two blanks, and probably 2-5 marks away for Math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my dear marks. I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I still get a chance to reach my target. I have another Math paper tomorrow, hopefully it isn't very tough. All in all, I think I'll do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a Geography paper tomorrow... Miss Siti said it's gonna be difficult, so i'm gonna go work my ass off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've never seen myself work so hard before. Sure, for PSLE, but not &lt;I&gt;this&lt;/I&gt; hard. If I had used this sort of &lt;I&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/i&gt; [note that little sarcasm in there], I could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's done is done, there's nothing I can do, but get this. I'll work my ass off to wherever I wanna go this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what made me study so hard, really. Probably because I was pissed off at my parents last night and had nothing else to do but study. I should make studying a habit. :/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the record, I spent a total of 6 hours yesterday doing self-revision. Yes, it doesnt include the time that I spent in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty amazing. 6 hours is long. Too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's worth it. Guess what, I prepared 2 self-written essays yesterday, and it actually appeared on the History paper itself. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for my A1! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha, I dream too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really got to go. i'm playing neopets by the way, does anyone else play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3243"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/flavor_quiz/vanilla.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, great. &lt;B&gt;Vanilla is my favourite ice-cream flavour&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;/EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3721016773826511117?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3721016773826511117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3721016773826511117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/annoying-little-cutenews.html' title='Annoying little cutenews'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7409968770160635120</id><published>2007-10-03T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:56:21.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Paranoia.</title><content type='html'>At least that is how I view myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am paranoid. And as a paranoid person, I have paranoid friends. Probably even worst than I am. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Rachel asked me if my calculator ever died. The batteries, actually, not the calculator itself. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a few minutes ago, there was a math question that needed the calculator. So... Obviously, I got it. And then one moment it was on, as I keyed in 8 x (-64) it totally went black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was all,"&lt;B&gt;OHMYGOSH, NOT NOW, TOMORROW IS MY MATH EXAM, NOT NOWWWW!!!&lt;/b&gt; -tear-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no exaggeration there. I went round my MSN list, asking everyone if they had an extra calculator for the examination. When I was asking Latifa, I looked down my calculator, and hey! Guess what? There was a zero there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, my miracle touch. No, not really, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Ohmygosh, my calculator ain't dead. Yay!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes. No tuition tonight, so. Yeah, that is good, but that means that I won't be able to miss two and a half months of tuition because my parents won't allow it. -tear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I suppose its good. I get to do some last minute study sessions tonight. I also made a last minute aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;: A2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt;: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Chinese&lt;/B&gt;: B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Geography&lt;/B&gt;: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt;: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't include DesignTech and HomeEc because... I dunno, was I supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have to say, my aims are pretty high. As always. I suppose, I have high expectations of myself. I wonder how I'll react if my results weren't up to my standards. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to get a a1 for my math this time, it's been improving, I can see. So... &lt;B&gt;PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!&lt;/B&gt; I want my A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Well, I broke my record for straight 'A1's for Science, So I'm determined to get it back this time. Stupid Physics, its totally destroying this love I have for Science. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Well, there's Geography. I really hope I get another A1 this time, I'll be extremely happy. I've been getting straight A1 for this whole year, so... Well, if I get another A1 this time then yes, it will be for the whole year. Mwahahaha, I really have to give kudos to Miss Siti, she makes me love Geography so much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i really hope I do well for History this time round. I &lt;I&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; failed for the last one. I know I can do well for this subject, to be absolutely I didn't study for the last one so. I know maybe, from a C5 to a A2, there's a huge gap there, but I'm quite sure I can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeah, I have alot of faith in myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go back to my studies now. Math is waiting for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all of you, I hope that everyone in 1A remains in the same class and lets all improve as a class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna know what I'm looking forward to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays. &lt;B&gt;Holidays&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;I&gt;Holidays&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds better everytime I say it over again. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you wanna know what I hate alot about some people?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they &lt;I&gt;pressume&lt;/I&gt;. I really don't like people who &lt;I&gt;pressume&lt;/i&gt; too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I'm &lt;B&gt;online&lt;/b&gt; right now, SO WHAT?! It's not as if I'm not working hard for my paper, right? I'm not lying when I say that I'm really &lt;B&gt;studying&lt;/B&gt; even though I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna prove these people wrong. People who slack on the Net can do well for exams too, you know? And they aren't lying when they say they're studying, it was you who refused to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, done. My Stabillo pen just went out of ink, so. I hope my mom finds a replacement soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;/EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7409968770160635120?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7409968770160635120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7409968770160635120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5603432271282749999</id><published>2007-10-02T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:57:38.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>CREEPED OUT!</title><content type='html'>I am REALLY creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a really bad day. Well, minus off two facts, then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mygosh, you may know that I am &lt;I&gt;terrified&lt;/I&gt; of insects, today just isn't my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;OHMYGOSH, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! A BABY COCKROACH ON MY FRIGGIN' HOMEWORK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh, ew, ew, ew. wthwthwth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this afternoon, when I got back home, I was greeted by an &lt;B&gt;adult cockroach&lt;/b&gt; by the front door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;WTF WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU COCKROACHES?! GO FIND OTHER HOUSES TO INVADE! NOT MINE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, and I squished the one under my homework. It was a baby one, i'm still freaked. Ohmygosh, ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was eating dinner, a HUGE bee, buzzed pass my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!? It's like all the bugs are headed for my house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, Im extremely pissed off. I wonder if Mrs Yip[math] likes Cockroaches, I don't think she'd be happy if she sees the stains there. If she asks, I'll tell her then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than the insect incidents, I am extremely happy today. NYAHAHAHHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I know something that no one else knows, something that will totally spoil someone's day, and it will totally ruin someone's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm nice, so I don't think I will reveal this. If she wants it a secret, then go ahead, but if she butts into my business again... Then, well. We'll talk about it later on. Just so you know, she's being extremely paranoid about me, talking behind her back, told my so-called "best friend" and... yeah, well. I'm pissed about that, but I guess that's human's nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when I went back home, I talked to someone and she told me a little something. I don't wanna announce it right now, but it really made my day. It's not confirmed, but... yeah, well. We'll see how it goes, then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really made me smile when I went back home, whenever I thought about it, a smile would replace my frown. Seriously, it's magical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shows that he hasn't really forgot about me, at least he had impression that I can in fact, do something good for the school. At least, I know, he thinks about me. At least, most probably, I'd be spending alot of time when him now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, I hate crushes so much. -slaps self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I gotta go back to my homework. -holds homework at the edge-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the stain, it really gives me the creeps. -tear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, tomorrow's the first paper for PSLE. All the best, little ones, I wish you all the best! May the force be with you always! ROFL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With less love,&lt;br /&gt;bibiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- My other blog is dead. Cutenews screwed up. I can't fix it. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5603432271282749999?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5603432271282749999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5603432271282749999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/10/creeped-out.html' title='CREEPED OUT!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-276802300848939523</id><published>2007-09-29T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T15:09:40.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcr'/><title type='text'>Poor Mikey :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ry3gaP8XDRA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ry3gaP8XDRA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, that made me laugh so hard. &lt;br /&gt;Poor Mikey anyway, that part when he gets to play with the microphone almost made me fell off the chair! ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, Gerard. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-276802300848939523?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/276802300848939523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/276802300848939523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/poor-mikey.html' title='Poor Mikey :['/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7814326889712591662</id><published>2007-09-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:40:39.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqqPNbZhENk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqqPNbZhENk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I forgot to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny by The Click Five was realeased quite a while now, and it's quite a big hit, really, I find myself singing it in the showers. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Kyle, the new singer, is simply hot, okay? He has amazing eyes and lips. Woah. -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry, was I drooling again? Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. the new album isn't very good, but its definitely better than the first one. The lead singer was complete crap and whiny and the song melody isn't really there, so. Yay, for the new click five is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they stay, too. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7814326889712591662?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7814326889712591662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7814326889712591662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/jenny.html' title='Jenny'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7941210707556816749</id><published>2007-09-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:18:20.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>A Big Heart</title><content type='html'>Well, this is quite a rather serious post. It's been a while, but I witnessed something this afternoon, not long ago, and... Well, it really shocked me. I'm still quite dazed, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Rachel and Amanda to the mall this afternoon, right after school, and then Amanda and I was at the platform, at the Chua Chu Kang MRT Station. We talked about something, and then an old lady was crying and moaning as she walked pass in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what was wrong with her, then she started crossing over the yellow safety line and instantly I thought,"woah, is she gonna jump?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was! But a man in green came to stop her, he was holding on to her shoulders, asking her what was wrong, something like,"buying for time" sort of thing, and then he asked us [Amanda and I] to go get the SMRT staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm still shocked. She tried to jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really never thought that I would be witnessing something so... well, scary, in my whole entire life! I've seen carcrashes with a whole lot of mess, but never someone &lt;I&gt;trying&lt;/I&gt; to commit suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are somehow being known to be very shy when it comes to publicity, when you see a choking person, who will be there to do CPR? There was a reading article in school which asks,"If you saw someone who is in need of someone to do CPR, will you do it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Yes, I would, because that was &lt;B&gt;a life in danger&lt;/B&gt;. A life is not something to joke about. I would rather save a life there than to live with regret and guilt for the rest of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet at that point of time, I just couldn't bring myself to stop the women. She didn't end up on the train tracks, but &lt;B&gt;she was so close&lt;/b&gt; to doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the lady is okay now, I hope she doesn't think suicide as a way to all her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of kudos to the men in green, you are officially one of my idols. Thank you for stopping that lady, comforting her. Whenever I see a life in need, I'll think of you, and I'll pick up the courage to go and help. [Absolutely no sarcasm here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show the world that there is still some heart in some Singaporeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7941210707556816749?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7941210707556816749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7941210707556816749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-heart.html' title='A Big Heart'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6830158526046095433</id><published>2007-09-22T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:17:52.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsouting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsgathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6Diamondians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsvisit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>Note to you: this is a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I missed someone else's birthday again. Shucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HERMIONE GRANGER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18 September, really]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/B&gt; is currenly filmed, so... YAY! I. &lt;B&gt;cannot&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;I&gt;wait&lt;/I&gt;. i'm sorry if you're annoyed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Mid-Autumn Festival!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have absolutely no idea what the hell is the Mid-Autumn Festival, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mid-autumn_festival"&gt;then go check out Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LPS hosted a celebration and the place was really crowded. coincidentally, I met &lt;B&gt;Tricia&lt;/B&gt; outside my block, and from then on, we hang out throughout the whole night. almost, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Can I just skip to the part where I post pictures first? Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that all pictures link to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, since it is one of the community rules. If you want to download the image, go there, and just save it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do recommend the smaller image, the larger one is pretty blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/1420136213_76d6f498b8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/1420136213_427e9aca06_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Lantern! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420153771&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1347/1420153771_2763d614c9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohlalaaa, the school! And you know what? I can see Samuel from here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421039106&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/1421039106_7cf95fb55f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Tay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420160245&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1025/1420160245_ef3fbd4a21_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt anything closer to magics than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing SPARKLES x3, and Ernest brought those that made annoying sounds, and it just went &lt;I&gt;POOFOFFFFFSMOKESMOKESMOKE&lt;/i&gt;! there you go, there's a pretty shot of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421054414&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/1421054414_18016fded8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah&amp;I. Yesyes, Nazurah, I am so glad you made it. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420174849&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/1420174849_dd50fefb12_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421059964&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1073/1421059964_8816968382_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yu &amp; Wen Hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420194911&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1137/1420194911_11721f9fa4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Mark, and Nicklaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421083368&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/1421083368_191e30d68c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school stage. Guess where this picture was taken? The exact spot where I always sat when I was 12. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420202371&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1175/1420202371_b9fdab0760_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I miss entering this pretty hall every single morning. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420257927&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1080/1420257927_064ff1a678_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the lanterns here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420133503&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1033/1420133503_3a00d2431a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsana, and &lt;B&gt;OMGSPARKLESZOMG!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421011836&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1134/1421011836_903f6639f9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiping :DDD She has hot hair, really. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420127521&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1334/1420127521_c7490485fc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SPARKLESZOMGGG!&lt;/B&gt; on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421004170&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1091/1421004170_4dc290b2c5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior + Senior. Nyahaha, Tricia and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flash was terrible, and we were in the field in complete darkness. Goodness. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421006954&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1124/1421006954_adccfd213e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school from a side view, taken at the field. You can see small little flames at the bottom. Little kids.... Playing with fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, this reminds me of Randy Quench, Volunteer Firemen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420104335&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1042/1420104335_dbb08f9ddc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the darkness is... dark. so I don't think you can see people there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing Catching. :DDD Nicklaus thinks I'm a complete idiot, he went,"YOU'RE THIRTEEN!" when I told him I was gonna go play . Lmao, you also played, okay? i'm not the only one who's childish. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1421002900&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/1421002900_9957aad802_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicklaus. Back view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just refuse to take a proper picture. :[ I like his hair anyway. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420981876&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/1420981876_07449a941b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia made this heart out of candles. Sadly, she didn't have enough candles. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420062219&amp;size=s"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1242/1420062219_716e2bf6a9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mark caused this. :/ &lt;br /&gt;Either him, or some &lt;I&gt;stoooopid&lt;/I&gt; little kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420940506&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/1420940506_686ad006ca_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Loo. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1420935890&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/1420935890_58b501476c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to Rachel, who took this image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backview of me, Nicklaus, and there you can see Jian Jie, and Daryl. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who are the rest. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1051/1420915244_9bcfa1e22f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1051/1420915244_073ff790d8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, David, Rach and me. ((: Nick isn't in the picture because he just refused to... Again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find &lt;I&gt;professionally&lt;/I&gt; taken images at my &lt;a href="http://www.un-styled.deviantart.com"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/A&gt;. Okay, not very professionally, but... very close. Some credit goes to Tricia. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see any updates on candles, then that means I've yet to upload them. DA is currently on read-only mode. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I had a really awesome time back at LPS. Many ex-classmates turned up, so.... That's great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Tricia, we met Yiping and Jia Li. Ran away from Ben Loo [he's scary... in a way. :/ Fun anyway], and when &lt;B&gt;opposite&lt;/b&gt; to buy &lt;B&gt;SPARKLESZOMGGG!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what &lt;B&gt;opposite&lt;/B&gt; means, then here it is. It's just a provision shop on the void deck. We always refer it to &lt;I&gt;opposite&lt;/i&gt;. Lmao, I have no idea why, we started speaking like this since we were nine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone go,"Hey, you wanna go opposite?" It means,"Hey, do you want to go to the void deck and buy some sweets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place just rocks, it sells anything and everything, and we bought &lt;B&gt;SPARKLESZOMGGG!&lt;/B&gt; for $4.90. And it came with a pack. 16 packs for $4.90! WOW. What a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I seriously hate it when people light sparkles infront of me, right in my face. Goodness, it makes me feel extremely insecure. Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia brought 3 packets of candles, so we lit them up and put them in a batch. There was some really inconsiderate people who &lt;I&gt;took&lt;/i&gt; our fire, like, lighting their sparkles with our fire, and causing them to burn out. &lt;br /&gt;most of them were little kids, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;PARENTS, GO TEACH YOUR KIDS PROPERLY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its true. Miss Toh always said that the behaviour of kids reflects the way the parents teach their kids, I know what she means now, because the kids went into the field and &lt;I&gt;threw&lt;/I&gt; their sparkles up into the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;What the hell?&lt;/b&gt; Did you want someone to get killed? Even if there wasn't anyone around, you really shouldn't be doing that. What's more, there were people there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Yiping and I got so fed-up, we went to tell them off. :DDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we decided to go into the garden [and in Jeslyn's point-of-view, was in &lt;I&gt;complete&lt;/I&gt; darkness, and thought it was cool to go there and play catching while holding candles]. In the end, we didn't even play there for I-don't-know-what reason. The candles were hot anyway, some wax dripped onto my fingers and &lt;B&gt;they burnnnn!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we played catching in the field instead. Lmao, it brings back a whole lot of memories. I remember we used to play this game every single day when we were eight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm old. HAHAHAHA, no longer fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I saw Rachel and Nicklaus, and from then, we spent the night together. I don't know where Tricia went, so. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great, who knew that Nicklaus was such an amazing listener. Rachel too, she's great when it comes to advice, I suppose. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then all of us went home at about 10. 50PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, that's late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a long post with a whole lot of crap. -gasppp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I love blogging, it keeps my memories intact. Visit &lt;a href="Http://www.un-styled.deviantart.com"&gt;my Da&lt;/A&gt; for those amazing candles pictures. :D There are only three, but they're pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, whoever read this, you're amazing, and I know that you're really patient. LOL. I didn't even have the patience to sit down and type this out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll cut the crap. See y'all. ((: Thanks to Mark. David, Nick, Rach, Trish, YP, JL and Nazu for making that night incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, &lt;B&gt;Bibiana!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I don't know, you don't seem to see the signs. Or are you that thick? Or maybe it's not that obvious enough. Would you prefer it if I went up to you in public and make a scene out of it? It'll be embarrassing, I have the guts to do it, but I'm not sure if you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave. Me. Alone. My patience is running out very soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6830158526046095433?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6830158526046095433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6830158526046095433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/1420136213_427e9aca06_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-105166045602254349</id><published>2007-09-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:16:53.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shamelessplugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Nothing left to say</title><content type='html'>All the best to all for your EOYs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. So much for hiatus. I just wanted to post this today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my Chinese exam today, and I'm quite sure that I'm going to flunk it, or just get some sort of borderline pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Darnit. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was lying, I'm quite positive. She said it would be easier than last year's [she gave us a practice on it], but yet I felt like it was JC's standards. It wasn't possible for the oral passage to be so long, when the practice that she gave us was only &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/I&gt; short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;B&gt;did&lt;/B&gt; study, very hard too, I did 3 practices over a week [great record, really] with absolutely no problems at all [except the cloze passage. i suck at that, always] but... URGHHHUHRASIBH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope miss Yan [at least, I hope that's her name] pities me and gives me satisfactory results for my Oral. At least then, my mind would be at ease, at least I hope it'll help me get a pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that the teacher who marks my essay would be blind to miss out all of my errors with my sentences. I got stuck in the middle, thinking about what to write, and totally screwed the sentences. It's broken, really. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hope for anything for my written paper, so. Well, I hope that my guesses were right. I hope, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw chinese, screw it screw it screw it. :rave: [no racism here, just find the language extremely difficult]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the class is gonna flunk this class, sooner or later, lmao. I remember talking to Jia Wei during one of those rehearsals, and he asked me which class I was in. I replied, "1A", and he chuckled and said,"Haha, your chinese sucks la?" I was like, hell yeah, and asked how he knew that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what he said, but most of the people I met know that we suck in chinese. Not all, of course, just a few. Those who suck, really suck. Oh geez, please don't get offended by this, I'm just rambling about how suckish I am at chinese. Eek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I know that I'm gonna flunk this class this year [at least, I predict so], I'm gonna go study for my other subjects and totally Ace them and stay in the same class for the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, I feel so confident. &lt;B&gt;Please&lt;/B&gt; note my sarcasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, and I got a nightmare last night, it was extremely terrifying. It's nothing about monsters or something, because I'm quite sure I'm not afraid of that, but of a certain someone in school who is really annoying, and then annoyed the crap out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, too. Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really love me so much as to enter into my sleep too? Ew. If you haven't noticed, I've been ignoring you for the past 2 damn weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. Anyhoos. For those who've yet to receive the notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Tonight! &lt;/b&gt;LPS is hosting its annual celebration, the Mid-Autumn Festival! There's gonna be lantern making, sparkles, mooncakes, sparkles, karaoke, sparkles, good, SPARKLES! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I LOVE SPARKLES. Please, people, turn up tonight, don't make me sad, because many already made me cry in frustration for most of them aren't going. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 7 - 11 PM, at the best place on Earth, other than my own house. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-105166045602254349?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/105166045602254349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/105166045602254349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-left-to-say.html' title='Nothing left to say'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6732357976485009893</id><published>2007-09-14T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:16:03.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Too Little too Late</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot another one of the greatest people in the world's birthday. Oh geez, I have a bad memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY! ¢¾&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you alotttt! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Congratulations to Gerard and Lyn-Z for getting married!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, what a happy occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't care, Gerard, even if you're off limits, I still love you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;going on semi-hiatus!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the EOYs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. (:&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6732357976485009893?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6732357976485009893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6732357976485009893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too Little too Late'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7962983308014275582</id><published>2007-09-11T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:12:49.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Frigginfantastic</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot to post this two days ago. :[&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos. Better late than never. Lmao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, MARTIN! ¢¾&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, anyhoos. I never really thought I'd be posting so soon, with the exams and all, but then my mom just came home from China and she brought home some really awesome stuff! And yeah, I really wanted to show you my brand new Converse that I bought a few days ago. I didn't have the camera then, so, here it is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1384/1358638631_8c133b9b48_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1384/1358638631_95d7b841dd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converse! ¢¾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/1358636495_3c1c08b2fc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/1358636495_6a90bb9c59_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/1358645699_a481c272da_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/1358645699_32c49738ae_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if you noticed, that character from Nightmare before Christmas made a guest appearance in the pictures. Lmao! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yes, it's awesome. I'm a huge junkie of camo print, I have a pair of trousers and shirt and a pair that matches that. Lmao, I'll look like a freak wearing all of them in one day, all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay, I gotta go &lt;I&gt;chiong&lt;/I&gt; [rush] now, Literature homework is waiting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine went home today during school hours because she was sick, so. :[&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, bring me Deception Point! Haha, okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7962983308014275582?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7962983308014275582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7962983308014275582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/frigginfantastic.html' title='Frigginfantastic'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1384/1358638631_95d7b841dd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-790127398848745162</id><published>2007-09-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:11:33.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I really wish to swear a whole lot of shit right now, but knowing that my little sis reads this, I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then, how about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;%^&amp;*%(^$&amp;*^*()^)(^%%&amp;*%&amp;*"!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Now I wish I can Rewind, back to Monday of the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Wednesday is my English Oral. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;How did time move faster than I am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2-4 weeks ago was our COMMON TEST, and WHOOSH, EOY is coming. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Today was the first day of school of Term 4, the last term. In about 3 weeks, my first written paper will take place, so... I'm just gonna make the best of these few weeks to fill my brain with facts and not fiction to pass my exams with flying colours! Hoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, yet another holiday is coming my way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaha, after that 2 months, I won't even remember how to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today sucked in a way. I &lt;B&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; got &lt;B&gt;Digital Fortress&lt;/b&gt; so... I'm just gonna go finish it later or something. Mrs Ong also broke a test tube in Science class and it was friggin' hilarious because she didn't do it the right way. And I screamed at one part because there was this person who was &lt;I&gt;extremely&lt;/I&gt; close to me - too close for comfort, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay, I'm working on a review on Ratatouille yesterday, but I can't find it on my computer anywhere. :[ Oh well, I'll post it another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll see our name in city lights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-790127398848745162?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/790127398848745162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/790127398848745162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-i-really-wish-to-swear-whole-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6342231212958743544</id><published>2007-09-04T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:08:22.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Soundtrack of my Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;B&gt;1 September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Official Teacher's day and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLIVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we may not be as close as we were, but I still remember those days and I treasure them alot. :D Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4 September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHESTER! ¢¾&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha, my dear chess buddy. :D Hope you have a wonderful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7 September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer Aditi's question, YES I'M FEELING SO MUCH BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was horrible, making my whole holiday horrible. I couldn't hear properly, and for some reason it totally stopped me from singing. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's so much better now. I'm feeling HIGH! :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks alot is that I've yet to finish my homework that's due next week. Oh fishpaste. :[ I really don't think I can finish, espiecially that darn art assignment that Mrs Chan gave us, I can't decide on Memoirs or Youth Today. -tear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darnit darnit darnit. This is what you get for being a procrastinator. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;HOLIDAY HOMEWORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Heymath assignment [3 Sept onwards]&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Literature Short Story (I've only completed my first chapter! x[[)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Science [whole of chapter 14]&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Science Innovation Project&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Chinese Workbook, Chapter 22 - 26&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Art Assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I went out with Josephine on Wednesday to complete the Innovation Project. Our project totally pwn, really. Nyahahaa, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe how fast time flies. Just yesterday I was starting out in a new school, just a few weeks ago was my CT3, and in a few weeks later, my End-of-years will be taking place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 months ago, the Straits Times actually announced that FFAF was coming to Singapore, and tomorrow will be the concert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have yet to convinced my parents to let me go. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, that sucks. Oh well, like I said, the money will be used on MCR instead. Nyahaha! :D It'll all be worth it in the endd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh. Lastlyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Happy early Birthday to EVERLYN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep my promise, and you will not get to skin me alive. :DDD Nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTEr&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, Martin ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6342231212958743544?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6342231212958743544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6342231212958743544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Soundtrack of my Summer'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4379557914320216144</id><published>2007-08-31T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:07:15.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsouting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsgathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyteachersday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsvisit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;centeR&gt;Today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I'd like to send my love to all teachers who've sarcrificed their personal time for their students. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is a pretty long post. &lt;.&lt; Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a splendid day with my friends, teachers and... Ex-schoolmates ¢¾! Spent like, 3 quarters of the day with the ex-Lianhua&lt;I&gt;ians&lt;/i&gt;. Gahh, &lt;B&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also &lt;B&gt;ACES Day&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Be Yourself Day&lt;/b&gt;. ACES day is when by every pupil in Singapore excercise together, and Be Yourself Day is when we get to dress as ourselves instead of uniforms, it is also in support of the &lt;B&gt;President Challenge&lt;/b&gt; when we all donate money! $$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my first time doing the mass dance in West Spring so I had absolutely no idea how it was going to be like, so. I'll tell you what it's like now. It's horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so disorganized, there wasn't enough space to move freely and to be quite honest, I'm sure most of the students weren't motivated to do the dance together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, the dance was pretty stupid. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's day concert was pretty good, I really liked the ballet thing. The Rock Band sucked, they did a cover of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' Face Down and &lt;B&gt;it really sucked&lt;/b&gt;. The lea singer was more like screaming rather than singing properly, and it was as if he was mumbling. The bass was a bit too loud and uh... Eek, I better stop. I'm no expert anyway, just saying how I really felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to class and got back my report book. I totally screwed my History exam, though I thought maybe I'd mantain my 'A', but &lt;I&gt;noooo&lt;/i&gt;. I screwed it. From an 'A' to a 'C'. What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Leong didn't come to school yesterday either, so he couldn't go through the examination questions with us. Oh geez, and I thought maybe I can ask him for more marks. &gt;.&lt; Urghh, I don't even know where my mistakes lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'll have to work harder then. I managed to get 6 'A's this time, instead of the usual 4. Hoho! I'm so proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, after that Amanda and I &lt;I&gt;chiong-ed&lt;/i&gt; [rushed] to the bus stop to catch a bus to the Bukit Panjang Interchange. We went with Swee Hao, Rachel, Rou Yun and Leon. We really wanted to catch the Lianhua Teacher's Day Concert, since every year the concert is really &lt;I&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; brilliant. I am not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we got there, we were told that the concert was pushed forward to the first few periods. &lt;B&gt;Oh damn&lt;/b&gt;. So we &lt;I&gt;chiong-ed&lt;/i&gt; [rushed] for nothing. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, well. I also met Cheryl and Eejoo there. Gahh, missed them so much. :heartbeat: Talked to a whole lot of ex-Diamondians [:heartbeat:  :heartbeat:] and of course, &lt;B&gt;Miss Toh Bee Hong!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really really amazing, she allowed us to go up to her class and just talk there. She asked us to motivate her class for their PSLE next year, lol. I hope we did a good job, I'm quite sure we did because there were alot of "waaa"s and "whoo"s! Haha, great! &lt;I&gt;Jiayou!&lt;/i&gt; [Good Luck! or something like that. &lt;.&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after like, 1.30PM, Ranelle and I went to West Mall's Library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After&lt;/u&gt; that, we went to Gary's house, along with Hai Song, Mui Jie, Rowena, Ying Shuang, Ben Goh, Johnson, Raynon, Brandon, Andy and Ernest! Wow, that's alot of people. &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played billard [or pool... I don't know the difference]. Well, most of them, at least. I just read &lt;B&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/b&gt; by Dan Brown, I'm almost finished. Ernest is a pro in that game, he tried teaching me, but I just sucked. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 5.15PM, we went to the playground and totally became our youngself again. :D It was really funny, Raynon kept stealing Johnson's slippers and then there kept throwing them around. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that I took today. I improved the quality a bit on Photoshop, but it's not very clear. Well... Better than nothing. :D There are still some more pictures over on Amanda's camera, but I've yet to receive it so... Yeppers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of pictures of Raynon because... Well, it was just a great moment to snap pictures of him. he was stuck up there on the playground, so he couldn't dodge them so... HAHAHAHA, IN YOUR FACE, RAYNON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1061/1285313622_509a3b9e99_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1061/1285313622_d140be9194_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raynon and Andy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1225/1285312628_ac4c8b356c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1225/1285312628_d4752fa60e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Brandon and Johnson. I think they were trying to see who was able to go the highest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/1285310644_cdb0ccc166_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/1285310644_41e7d67910_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, Johnson fell down. &lt;br /&gt;Brandon's the winner! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/1285309328_5109cb44f1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/1285309328_abf267aa9f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingshuang with her twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1249/1284447583_d6c255551d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1249/1284447583_d419ff83df_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui Jie and Haisong [behind the pole].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1199/1285307508_daa30186ae_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1199/1285307508_f30ff67a92_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui Jie and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1129/1285306844_287ad005b3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1129/1285306844_b0d748f146_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/1285305886_a562d1d573_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/1285305886_7e9edd4431_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Song was trying to camwhore, since he didn't want me to take a picture of him. He insisted on taking a picture by himself, so. Well, it turned out to be a failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I showed him how to do it right! Lmao, such a show-off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/1284444267_b9f3fd59fc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/1284444267_d8a3267fb3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest = Bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/1284443137_837bf4be46_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/1284443137_1a188dcac5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/1284441999_24876bd74a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/1284441999_7ac6025f70_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raynon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1285301570_51f06755fa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1285301570_40b2247647_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted by Mui Jie. Raynon truly is Spidermen. He's just amazing when it comes to climbing. He just needs a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1057/1284439081_a09a864e12_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1057/1284439081_cb4e40eade_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raynon and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/1285298766_caf8849b5a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/1285298766_3b4102bfd9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranelle and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1021/1285298184_218af2dbc0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1021/1285298184_5e518cf549_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1068/1285296924_ce60d79438_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1068/1285296924_95037ba575_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raynon. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1266/1285295706_ffa12b3a31_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1266/1285295706_aa74ecc3b7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Goh. He's camera-shy. :[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1425/1285294858_3f5d52796d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1425/1285294858_8995104b0f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1435/1285294170_2ada4cf313_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1435/1285294170_fc08d1674f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1296/1284432151_e1314f2d0b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1296/1284432151_1e8d4f98de_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raynon. The true Spiderman. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1034/1284431703_0ce48aece3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1034/1284431703_7df02f32bc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told you this was long, didn't I? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, today was spectacular!! :D &lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for the memories! We shall meet again, and for the next time, lets all go back to Gary's house again! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha, okay. Once again, a very Happy Teacher's Day to all teachers [espiecially miss Toh because I love her alot!] + Mr Goh [goodness, I havent seen you all year!], Miss Low [I havent seen you either!] and MR TANG! n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays, people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Lotsa Love, &lt;br /&gt;Bibiana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- I realised that I left my Science Theory in Josephine's locker and I didn't bring it home. :[ Oh shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ss- To that dude who asked me for my phone number, leave me alone. Please, you're really distracting me from my studies and my personal life. What's to be kept a secret should remain as a secret, why should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Even if so, who are you to ask me about my every single move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I just feel like I'm being stalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played too hard yesterday, now I'm sick. I'm down with a flu, a sore throat and a slight fever. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family wanted to go and watch Rat-a-too-ee [I have no idea how to spell it right], but since I'm sick, we won't be anymore. Urgh, now I have to wait for another week till we go to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeks. I hate being sick. Why get sick during the holidays? I'd be able to skip school if I was sick on a schoolday. &lt;B&gt;URGHHH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I finished &lt;B&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/b&gt;. Some of the description is just insanely gruesome. &lt;.&lt; I'm gonna go read &lt;B&gt;Digital Fortress&lt;/b&gt; next, if I can find it in the library tomorrow. I should've just borrowed it from the school library. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PLEASE sign up for a Bux account if you've yet to get one. Basically, you just click on links and earn money easily! :D Keep the window open for 30 seconds [there's a timer on the top] and you'll earn a few cents a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just &lt;a href="http://bux.to/?r=braincellspoof"&gt;click click click click click&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bux.to/?r=braincellspoof"&gt;sign up now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay. So much for a great weekend. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;/EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4379557914320216144?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4379557914320216144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4379557914320216144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1061/1285313622_d140be9194_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8225580004981980273</id><published>2007-08-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:05:30.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Fishpaste</title><content type='html'>Fishpaste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Mrs Yip lied about me failing my math exam. T.T &lt;br /&gt;Well... this shows that teachers have got some humor. It's all good, isn't it? She gets a good laugh, I get all shocked in the end because I &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;ACED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt; my math exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha, I feel so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that happened after school while I was walking to the LRT with Meiling and Amanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -jumps- Zong yu [finally], it's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: o_o It's Thursday la you gong [stupid]. &lt;br /&gt;Me: ._. Really? Oh geez. -blushes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I told my grandmother this and she laughed, saying that I was studying too hard and totally lost track of time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was pretty good. Didn't really enjoyed the whole morning because of something, but I won't let that get me down cause... Yeah, well, I totally admit that I am wrong by laughing at someone. Sorry, YH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. As a &lt;I&gt;celebration&lt;/i&gt; for the end of Term 3, Meiling, Timothy and I went to the &lt;B&gt;Warren Country Golf Club&lt;/b&gt; to bowl and just chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures that I took. Excuse the bad quality, I used my cell's camera instead of a proper one. The camera's off for holiday in China anyway, so... that sucks. Well, at least there are pictures, this post won't be so boring afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/1266641432_2004612fdd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/1266641432_59358e0576_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling's turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/1266642054_2ce3a7ee06_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/1266642054_5cdd51f66f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling! Twist twist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1266642260_7f40e65cf7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1266642260_60bc71f18e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling, twisting again. &lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, that seems to be the only pose that she can pose... o_o&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Timothy, text messaging.&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep. It was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the arcade after that, then to the indoor playground [the picture above with a whole lot of colours].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played all those games that we'd play when we were in Primary school, you know like, catching and all that stuff. Haha, we got so tired after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 4.40PM, we left the place and I went to West Mall to meet Ranelle! ¢¾ We had to get Teacher's Day presents so... Yeppers. I'm totally broke now. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that when I was waiting for my mom, I saw Miss Woo, my primary 5 &amp; 6 chinese teacher and then the first thought that striked me was,"Oh shit, I didn't get her a gift!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... That's too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, my September holidays starts! :jumpspin: Nyahahah! YES!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna enjoyenjoyenjoy, but what a pity. My teachers gave me a whole lot of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;HOLIDAY HOMEWORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Heymath assignment [3 Sept onwards]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Literature Short Story [Prank]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Science [whole of chapter 14/15]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Science Innovation Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Drama script on Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Chinese Workbook, Chapter 22 - 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring more updates tomorrow, because tomorrow is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;Center&gt;TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day where Teacher's get to relax, and every student behaves for the sake of their teacher! :D Yeppers, I'm totally excited, so... Yepyep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NICE DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;I&gt;i hope your performance goes well tomorrow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8225580004981980273?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8225580004981980273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8225580004981980273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/fishpaste.html' title='Fishpaste'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/1266641432_59358e0576_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2523510495541550358</id><published>2007-08-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:15:21.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness, another year's gone. &lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IS 42 YEARS OLD, BAYBEH! ¢¾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 years of independence, blah blah blah, you get the point. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post some pictures now, then... I'll tell you what happen later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My post doesn't seem to have anymore pictures nowadays. :sad02:]&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, my camera phone sucks, so... Basically the picture quality sucks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/1057775876_6b740bd023_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/1057775876_5785218d84_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane thingy. Wanted to get a picture together with Amanda and Jo with this plane, but &lt;I&gt;noooo&lt;/i&gt;, we didn't have time to. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1285/1057775248_2c502bef94_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1285/1057775248_2c502bef94_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a super small picture for you. Didn't set the settings on my phone correctly, so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully, it's Eugine and Vincent pointing and laughing at me. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/1056916791_d7cbedeac8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/1056916791_b611fc9df2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd totally post this on my deviantart if it wasn't for the quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/1056917005_d7532a8934_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/1056917005_4c6dd59e9f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried rice, chicken, forks, spoons. Shared this with Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't eat Fried rice... Strange. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1392/1057776998_94ca629c69_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1392/1057776998_e6ab5c523d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHA, I look so round. o_o&lt;br /&gt;And there's Jo with her lolli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1345/1056917891_959a456190_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1345/1056917891_0f4a2fcc5c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/1057777476_bdc60449c9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/1057777476_fc1ac1a1b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light thingy. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/1056918235_372136de85_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/1056918235_7d3145cfe6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1362/1056918413_b4503b20bc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1362/1056918413_9a76244ff3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs! :jump: The thing that relaxes all our butts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1370/1056919095_e227246645_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1370/1056919095_0b67b1f2f2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazlyn in front, Wei Guang at the back with someone whom I'm totally unfamilier with. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/1057778720_55b7591f40_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/1057778720_86cd50b988_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazlyn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1021/1057778896_91a9e4e9d2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1021/1057778896_77510cd56d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Guang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;tsk tsk. Shy la, he.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1343/1056919669_1a5dfb5ba6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1343/1056919669_c38fe75111_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yang. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna post the whole day thing tomorrow or something. I typed this post for over 3 times already, but it keeps disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh riiight, and uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNA ROCKS MY RADISHES! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2523510495541550358?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2523510495541550358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2523510495541550358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday, Singapore!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/1057775876_5785218d84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7088555343046889616</id><published>2007-08-22T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:04:24.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>So you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>Well, this week just sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling pretty heartbroken :sad02:, frustrated :rave:, and pretty evil :evil:. I don't know where evil came from, but yes. Evil as in... feeling like some sort of maniac person o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;%@#$^(#*&amp;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sure that I'm about to flunk my math exam. Me and my mouth, I told Mrs Yip that I didn't study hard enough. I totally forgot a couple of facts about polygons on Monday, so. Darn it, and Mrs Yip said that some people failed. i'm not quite sure how I did, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, if I do fail, I suppose I can say that I saw it coming a long time ago. Maths has never been my strongest subject ever since Primary 5. Algebra just makes my head spin and polygons just have too many sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was horrible, and then after that when I was walking down the block someone just poured water from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was raining... &lt;B&gt;NOT!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hair was wet, my back was wet and my bag was.... partially wet. Meiling got a &lt;I&gt;little&lt;/I&gt; wet, but I got most of it so. Oh darn it. :rave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, while I was climbing up the stairs with Josephine, we got caught for our hair by this teacher. I admit I do need a little lecture about my hair since it &lt;B&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; long, but her attitude was seriously &lt;B&gt;%&amp;$#$@# UP!&lt;/b&gt; So yeah, that totally ruined my mood during english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was surprisingly good. After that encounter with the teacher [the one who caught my hair], I actually thought that Miss Ong and Mrs Yip [english] isn't really that bad. Totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today... Well, I'd rather not talk about it. I get all sober whenever I think about it, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, &lt;b&gt;I PASSED MY CHINESE EXAM!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was all O_O ,"wow, so you actually managed? you struggled through?" I was grinning awayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the teacher called my name, my heart was pounding against my chest so hardly. When I took a glance at the paper I gasped REALLY loudly and go,"yay! jin bu le! [improved!]" Lollers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't get a "B" like how I promised myself, besides it is actually quite impossible for someone to go from a "D" to "B". I'm pretty satisfied with what I've achieved. I'll just to work a little bit harder for the end-of-year exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1202103507_92e2891cd1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1202103507_1a54f02ddf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this on my left arm yesterday [or monday... I can't remember]. It totally cheered me up when I was down. You know its like,"-sobersobersober- -looks down on arm- Oh smiley face! -smiles-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my miracle medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;B&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; you &lt;U&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; join Waldermart. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=QuEAJFnMIjk&amp;mode=user&amp;search="&gt;naw, but you have to admit, this is cute and it just puts a smile on everyone's face :DDD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature = bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did badly. I didn't fail, it just wasn't up to my expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Well. I am the optimist. I'll try harder the next time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was better than usual, though I cried during the second period after recess. I was just too overwhelmed and stressed. But its all good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Lot 1 after school with Amanda and Meiling, and i'm glad the three of us are back together as friends now. Well, I suppose we are much more tighter than before, so... Yeah, that totally made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay. Just a small little update because I feel quite cheerful today. n___n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;/EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7088555343046889616?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7088555343046889616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7088555343046889616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a bad day'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1202103507_1a54f02ddf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8078610033166132375</id><published>2007-08-18T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:03:00.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><title type='text'>Brand new!</title><content type='html'>Brand new layout because I was sick of Kelly's face. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to put all the links on the sidebar. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag if I've yet to update your link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8078610033166132375?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8078610033166132375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8078610033166132375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/brand-new.html' title='Brand new!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3247971687462497051</id><published>2007-08-17T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:02:28.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>My Little Decoy</title><content type='html'>Does anyone feel as if they're being fooled by someone? :sad02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfactory results for Geography, Design and Technology and English.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get 'A's for all of them, so. I hope the other subjects are good as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just regret not memorizing that stack of notes that Miss Siti gave us for the chapter on Natural Vegetation. They came out on the exam and I only managed to get 4 out of 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1A ah... We must all do well the next time, lets not upset Miss Siti anymore. Seriously, she scared the hell out of me today because she kept talking about the MSG thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I trusted might have though I was unreasonable. I'm not quite sure I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dislike anyone for nothing. That is unreasonable. But its because of what they've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you've yet to know the truth, then don't anyhow accuse me. What's worst is that I thought you &lt;I&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; me better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;I&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I knew who you are, but I suppose I'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was fooled by you. I feel totally left out because ever since I joined the contest, you were never there for me. What the heck happened to our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought maybe it would last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've seen right through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce is saucesome. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3247971687462497051?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3247971687462497051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3247971687462497051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-little-decoy.html' title='My Little Decoy'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2292214290346377407</id><published>2007-08-15T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:01:29.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Stop this song, so I won't sing</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprained one [or maybe two... &lt;.&lt;] of my muscles on my right hand. It feels really awkward. T.T My mom [and me, really] reckons that I probably over exerted myself on Saturday when I was playing badminton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge trouble now. i feel so darn corrupted. T.T I felt as if my chopsticks were going to fall off my fingers very soon, and like I couldn't even hold my pencil properly anymore. Only on certain moments though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... I feel corrupted. Eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I am halfway through all my Common Tests are done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far... I thought none of them were easy. A little bit more difficult than the last CT, so. Geography was hell, just so you know. I can't believe that I couldn't state down the other instrument for the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would probably the first time when I don't get a A1 for Geog. :gah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd like to share a joke from my &lt;a href="http://www.brandonlikes2draw.blogspot.com"&gt;cousin's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Q: What do you do when life throws a&lt;br /&gt;lemon at you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Make Lemonade, sell it, and buy oranges, make orangeade, sell it, buy eggs, make omelettes, sell them, buy a cow, rear it, then chop it up and sell beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy more cows, rear them, and start afarm. Sell the cows, sell the farm, get&lt;br /&gt;lots of cash, buy a condo, resell the condo, buy another condo, resell that condo, use the profit and buy lots and lots of&lt;br /&gt;lemons and throw back at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. So creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2292214290346377407?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2292214290346377407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2292214290346377407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/stop-this-song-so-i-wont-sing.html' title='Stop this song, so I won&apos;t sing'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3486614378869864688</id><published>2007-08-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:00:32.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Here Goes</title><content type='html'>I did not win the Zhenghua Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO BIG DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yeah, really. As Jazlyn says,"It's not the result that matters, but the path taken to the result." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH what a long sentence. She could've just said,"It's the experience that count." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance went really well. Didn't project my voice loud enough though [for the first song] and I could hear it for myself too. The mic was a bit too far from me [though I kept jerking it towards me. Hardly, too].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song was really really fun. I kept smiling and smiling because of how the audience reacted. As soon as Jazlyn and Wei Guang came on stage, when the chorus started, everyone started singing along with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the whole performance I even thought maybe I would've screwed up like how I did during rehearsal. Tsk tsk, so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of thanks to Meiling and Venessa for the banners too. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class went to the Singapore Discovery Centre in the morning as well. My first time there, so... Duh, I was excited. I'm a geek, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After figuring out that there were females in the whole army school thing, Josephine and I were like,"WAHH! We shall go there next time la". n_n Nyaha, we are so patriotic, we want to serve the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, okay. I'm off to watch Toy Story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Wei Guang and Jazlyn for spending so much time with me, practicing for the whole Superstar thing! I appreciate it alot alot alot! :jumpspin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya -does handsign-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- I missed Singfest and I'm feeling friggin' miserable because they lowered the price and I didn't know T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3486614378869864688?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3486614378869864688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3486614378869864688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-goes.html' title='Here Goes'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4019419682135108263</id><published>2007-08-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:57:42.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Still Trying</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! The competition! URGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not prepared. I mean, yes, I practiced alot of time, but I feel like i'm not giving my all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's rehearsal was really funny. A bit of a tragedy, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praticed together with Jazlyn, Wei Guang [sorry, if i spelled it wrongly &gt;.&lt;] and Mr Chang. Screwed up a couple of times, laughed at ourselves.... That's like a normal routine every single time we meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I enjoy it so much. I mean, it just relaxes me a bit from school work and all that stuff. It makes me feel high. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Tomorrow will be our last two rehearsals. Just to let you guys know that I really enjoy them, even though they are so &lt;I&gt;serious&lt;/I&gt; like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Miss Waheeda destroyed my face. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put on some make-up for tomorrow, and... Well, lets just say that Makeup just dont go well with my face. She put a whole lot of eyeliner, mascara... all that crap. I felt really really uncomfortable. Espiecially without my glasses. It was odd, I kept trying to push some invisible thing between my eyes, then I realised that I didn't have my specs on. :laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept going out of tune too. I wonder why, I have absolutely no idea. I just hope everything's alright tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the makeup thing, I'm quite excited. :D A tad bit nervous, but that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight, and I forgot about my maths and history books in the Dance Studio. I forgot to bring it home, and its right there now... Probably lonely, craving for my touch.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, &lt;I&gt;dramatic&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss it anyway. I've got maths homework in there, and urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. At least now I've got a reason to not study history! :jumpspin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so. Please, if you're able to make it, go to WEST SPRING SECONDARY SCHOOL tomorrow by 10.00PM to see people sing. I heard that guy from Campus Superstar is going to be there too so. :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seeya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- TOMORROW IS SINGFEST DAY ONE!&lt;br /&gt;P/ss- Not like i'm going....&lt;br /&gt;P/sss- :sad02:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4019419682135108263?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4019419682135108263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4019419682135108263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-trying.html' title='Still Trying'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7844465601532487942</id><published>2007-08-02T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:56:31.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Moving so slow</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week just zoomed past me too quicky. I can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. There are some things that I have to take note. I have to catch up, not only in Robotics, but with the whole class. I'm quite sure that I'm in the bottom few in class, just after thinking about the whole of term 3. I really have been slacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so. Well, Common Test starts next week. I have to do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist today, during assembly. It was fun! I felt a little bit nervous, since I've never really liked them, but the dentist was so nice! She asked us [ML and Jia Jia] to read a couple of magazines, and then in the middle there was a HUGE poster of Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? She gave it to me! o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, unexpected. I like dentists now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth are still as healthy as ever, so yay! Just have to get some braces, I think. The dentist said I may have to, since I have so many spaces in between my teeth. Eeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then uhmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. A few more days to Singfest! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7844465601532487942?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7844465601532487942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7844465601532487942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-so-slow.html' title='Moving so slow'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6632374453349376958</id><published>2007-07-31T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:55:37.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>Give your immortality to me</title><content type='html'>Hello, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: This post has a whole lot of complaining. do not read if you don't like to hear my complaining. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been keeping them for too long, I have to let them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post pictures on the NDP07 Preview that I went last week. It was amazing! The best one that I've ever seen, really. It lighting effects were brilliant and extremely radiant, the performances were great, and oh my... I love the fireworks! n_n Seriously, who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the last day of the month. -tear- Until next year... July has been wonderful. The Harry potter mania... goodness. I still can't believe that its the end. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some troubles with friendship. I'm not quite sure how I solve it, and to be honest, I don't feel my mending it. I'm not sure if I want to be friends with this particular girl in my class because her attitude just sucks to the core right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what happened to her. All of the sudden, she just become this sort of &lt;I&gt;pai kia&lt;/I&gt; [bad kid]. I haven't been walking home with her for the past 3 weeks because of my busy schedule with the other Superstars, and for this week, I just lied my way through about having lunch in school instead of going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, well. It just pisses me off. I want the old her back, not this new one. If she thinks she's being a better person then I don't want to be friends with her anymore. She can joke her ass off, but if she knew me better after those months of being friends, she'd know that I am serious in certain stuff, and definitely not to mess with me when I'm moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again -  about moods. I have no idea what's coming over my either. For the past 2 weeks since the WS Superstar, my heart has been so heavy. I remembered screaming at Amanda because of some stupid little thing that she did, I pushed away everyone's questions, and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has never happened before, not in a million years until now. There was once I remember, I went totally high for some reason and then I went to my moody mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhh! :rave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Robotics. I skipped one and a half lessons for WS Superstar and now I'm so far behind my schoolmates. This is so not cool! Last week I had to pretend as if I understood everything when Mr William asked me to do some kind of programme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team hasn't been very strong either. ______ did absolutely nothing at all and she left everything to Amanda and I. She went talking to the guys and we were left trying to think about some ways to do the bloody U turn! She even requested to leave the team, like exchange with someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I requested something like that just before she did. I wanted to get away from her. I won't deny it anymore, because she's driving me mad. It's her problem if she doesn't want to go to Korea next year for the APRC competition, she didn't have to bring the whole team down together with her. Couldn't she have at least thought about Amanda and I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has been teasing Amanda like nobody's business. I wont deny it, it was fun when it lasted, but now its just plain annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, selfish much...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she even join robotics anyway? I bet she doesn't even know a single thing about Programming! Isn't she worried that all those precious time is being wasted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop now. All I feel now is only anger here, anger there. :sad02: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she'll be able to think through about what she's done during those LRT rides alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for such a depressing post. It's not like me to post such things. I do type them out, save them as drafts and just delete them weeks later... But this is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. I need food. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've given out about 20 + [with about another 20+ more to go] free tickets to the Zhenghua Superstar that will be taking place at West Spring Secondary School on the 8th of August 2007, from 10PM to 12PM. Finalists from Zhenghua Secondary and Greenridge Secondary will be competing for 1000 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, then you may always contact me for free tickets. This event will also be a countdown to Singapore's 42nd Birthday. Go and join in the fun! [and support yours truly...!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reply by 5 August. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh. Right, something else that I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY J.K.ROWLING AND THAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER NAMED HARRY POTTER!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy! Joanna's 42, and Harry's 27 this year. n______n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6632374453349376958?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6632374453349376958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6632374453349376958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/07/give-your-immortality-to-me.html' title='Give your immortality to me'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-440720916622622673</id><published>2007-07-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:54:35.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybday'/><title type='text'>Shocker, shocker</title><content type='html'>Holy shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;I&gt;holey&lt;/i&gt; shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: Of all of the shitty humor, you went for &lt;I&gt;holey&lt;/i&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, well... those who read Harry Potter will know what I mean. :wink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeppersss.... Holey shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much more hyper than I was during the weekend, after so many deaths... I am fine. Before I even start, I have to wish people happy birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANIEL RADCLIFFE! ¢¾&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! He's legal! n_n&lt;br /&gt;Oh the fandom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If announcements could kill, I'd be dead by now. Not very original, but at least it is a way to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I won the West Spring Superstar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness me. :dead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting myself in the finals was already shocking enough. Mr Seet announced the results today during assembly and I was really not prepared to see my name/face on the screen with the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a good thing. Chyeah, it is. 1 step closer to 1000 dollars, yo! :tongue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was a really great experience. Glad to know some new people, and... yep. The other 3 contestants were amazing, by the way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;U&gt;my friends&lt;/u&gt; who supported me throughout this whole competition, being there on the second round and the finals. I know maybe you just went there to skip CCA, but it meant a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;U&gt;family&lt;/u&gt; because they just deserve to be here. n_n I can't explain it... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;U&gt;WSSS Alumni Members&lt;/u&gt; for organising the competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh. Yay, for my voice! n___n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since last Friday it has been so dry and stuff like that. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 50 [or 15... May have heard wrongly, lol] free tickets for that National Day countdown and everyone's been asking for them. I really don't mind giving them away to my friends, but when .... gahh, goodness, I'll just tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this girl. She's... stupid. As simple as that. I'm not saying that her brain has got some problem or anything, but that's the only way i'm able to describe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her one morning, she got along very well with someone in class. After that she started giving me a whole lot of glares, and stuff like that. Then today, after school, she approached me with a huge smile going,"Hey! Bibiana! Give me 5 tickets, yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't say that right into her face. I just,"I'll see how it goes first". I did put some sort of disgusted look on my face after the &lt;I&gt;conversation&lt;/I&gt;, but she didn't seem to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be absolutely honest, I didn't even know her name. She may have mentioned it before, but... Seriously, she's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. I have nothing to say anymore. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;Oh right. I am absolutely &lt;U&gt;sure&lt;/U&gt; that I'm gonna flunk my History class test today. Tsk tsk. &lt;I&gt;Mati le.&lt;/i&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for ditching. &lt;br /&gt;If I had another go, I would. &lt;br /&gt;I think maybe you should apologise too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;/EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT... AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Updated: 270707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/916728398_0ddf6608d5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/916728398_291e902b73_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyerrrsssss [sorry, singlish stuff... &gt;.&lt;], so embarassed. Can't help but laugh anyway. So... HAHAHAHAHA! I LOOK SO ODD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from Tow koon's Friendster. Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;/EDIT... AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-440720916622622673?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/440720916622622673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/440720916622622673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/07/shocker-shocker.html' title='Shocker, shocker'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/916728398_291e902b73_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3245428918474186757</id><published>2007-07-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:52:43.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>It Ends Tonight</title><content type='html'>10 years, 7 books, 1 story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years, I've been a fan, and today everything ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still crying from shock, I cannot believe it. The whole story was so unexpected in some parts, but when I read some sentences again, the whole thing made so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am talking about &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.05AM this morning, left home at around 6.25AM, and then reached Lot 1's Popular Bookstore at 6.45AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the book in my hands precisely at 7.28AM [if im not wrong], and I started reading at MacDonalds at 7.50AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of the best books ever in written in history. It was beautifully written, with so much emotions and.... -tear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just finished reading it. Whenever I think about the scene on page 560 in the Adult's version, I can't help but feel so incredibly sad. [hoho, no spoilers, go read the book yourself]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards, we'll see how life will be without any more Harry Potter books. I think life will be incredibly dull and boring. Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time. 7 years is a long time. Even more, for a decade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Joanne Kathleen Rowling! You amaze me. I have no idea how my life would've turned out without this story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for those who have yet to get the book [espiecially if you're a fan], then go get it now, because you will not waste your money at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, well... I suppose I'll have to wait for the next 2 HP movies, yeah? Right now, I'm gonna read the seventh book again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3245428918474186757?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3245428918474186757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3245428918474186757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-ends-tonight.html' title='It Ends Tonight'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7727083449185332925</id><published>2007-07-15T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:51:17.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6Diamondians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muttons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>I am pathetic when it comes to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has taken its toll. Almost, I suppose. It's taken my time away for almost everything. I haven't been practicing my guitar either. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most unfortunetely, I haven't been updating this site. Espiecially not on 070707. Gahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i'm here to fill you in. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, like the new layout? I'm really fond of it, even though Kelly's new album sucks like hell. She looks pretty anyway. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070707 - LPS Open House, Earth Day, Uncle's Wedding Registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;One: Earth Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore green! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost. Just a black tee, and my cargo pants. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Two: LPS Open House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to be back. I arrived at about 9.45AM, and it was already so crowded. Here are two videos that I took of my ex-teachers playing guitarrr. :D Sadly, my camera went out of memory, so each video is really short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ndfzBt24jy0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/814806989_417c55c83c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pEZoCLvQ1h4&amp;mode=user&amp;search="&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1156/814807135_2e05550ed0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;part two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahhh, well. I'm not gonna post anymore pictures, since I'm extremely lazy, so. I suppose thats it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Three: Uncle's Wedding Registration&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took place at Downtown East, in this chalet. My uncle's friend decorated the place until it was all pinkish... It was scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my uncle! n___n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event was rather boring. I haven't seen this cousin of mine since... I dunno, it has been very long. To be honest, I have no idea how he look like, how he sounded like or whatever. Just suddenly, he stood there and we were staring at each other. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the contact by talking to my dad. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it was &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Four: 14 July 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED HARRYPOTTER5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huge spoilers ahead. do not read if you've yet to watch the movie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1060/815614703_8d8078f610_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1060/815614703_db12042807_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Zanne and Ran. :D Ha, they rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay... I suppose. Really, its not as good as the book so. They cut alot of scenes from the book, and... I just didn't appreciate it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filming itself was really good. I liked the way David Yates filmed the whole movie, it was really good. The directors [or producers... whatever] thought that David Yates would be able to make the whole thing darker than usual and... It worked! Brilliantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really really &lt;U&gt;hate&lt;/U&gt; in this movie is that they cut every scene to be so short and simple -  just like that. It upsets me, because seriously, for those who haven't read the book... How will they know who is who? And they just make every scene go right straight to the point. Oh geezzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the effects were nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I didn't like was that Rupert Grint and Emma Watson had a very small role in the movie compared to Daniel Radcliffe. No, seriouslyyy. They made it look as if they were little extras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Sirius death thing was.... tragic. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, SERIOUSLY! How can you kill Sirius off with &lt;I&gt;Avada Kedevra &lt;/i&gt;instead of the Stunning Spell?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goshhhh, I'm furious! It really makes me wonder how the next movie will turn out to be. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. On the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made Sirius have a rather huge role in this movie. To me, at least. There were scenes of him showing quite alot of affection towards Harry. my favourite scene was when they were in one of those room with the Black family tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favourite part was when Neville was in the Room of Requirement talking to Harry about his parents. Gosh, that part made me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nymphadora Tonks, Luna Lovegood and Bellatrix Lestrang are &lt;B&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; characters too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst movie that I've ever watched was Eragon, I'm just glad that HP5 wasn't that bad as to be on my list of ugly movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, another thing about Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went to Centrepoint yesterday while I was in Vivo, and she took a picture of this just outside a bookstore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about, 2 huge package, with the cover of the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on them and they were &lt;B&gt;chained&lt;/B&gt;. Yes, chained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it just makes me even more excited. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Five: ohemgee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so frustrated everytime I listen to TAI..., GCH, or even A7X. &lt;br /&gt;They are coming to Singapore &lt;U&gt;next month&lt;/U&gt; and I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's FAFF, and nooooo, I can't go. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all for a good cause, I think. MCR is most probably coming by next year so... &gt;.&lt; I'm keeping my fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Good day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7727083449185332925?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7727083449185332925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7727083449185332925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/07/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/814806989_417c55c83c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8780025731931791297</id><published>2007-07-04T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:49:30.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>July.</title><content type='html'>Well, I planned stuff already. It's kinda abnormal for me, since... I never do that, but after all, this is July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, I already made a site layout and I coded it. It features Kelly Clarkson, because I couldn't think about anyone else to feature on my blog. Then on the first of July, I thought about Harry Potter and then I wondered, how could I have forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm just gonna post the layout here tomorrow or so, because FTP is acting stupid right now and I can't upload it, and just make another layout of Harry and his friends tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 July: Lianhua Open House and Uncle's wedding registration &lt;br /&gt;14 July: &lt;B&gt;Watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix&lt;/b&gt;, most likely meeting Franchesca after that.&lt;br /&gt;21 July: Ohhh this is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:59:57PM... 11:59:58PM... 11:59:59PM... 12:00AM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO! -pops balloon- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rushes to Lot 1 Popular-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waits-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:59:58AM... 6:59:59AM... 7.00AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rushes into Popular, grabs book, runs back home-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up, I know I am crazy. &lt;br /&gt;But what can I say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;It's the last book of Harry Potter, goodness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos. In other words, July = the Harry Potter month. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. Thinking about it just makes me wanna squel or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was exhausting. Extremely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chua, the PE teacher, made us run 5 rounds around the school as a practice for our 2.4Kilometres run, and another 15 pull-ups. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed, so there. :D Haha, it's okay. Josephine failed too, but the whole run was really fun. I was singing my lungs out, and Josephine was whining about how her body ached and stuff. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm dedicated to go practice and pass the whole test in 3 weeks though. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for some people who cheated, then uh. I really got nothing to say. After all, in the test, we're not going to just run less than 5 rounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhm. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer the Chairperson for my class! YEAH! Congratulations to my successor, Ting Yew! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, things are really awesome since I'm not longer the Chairperson. That's one less thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this week turns out good. Hope yours is fine and dandy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8780025731931791297?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8780025731931791297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8780025731931791297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/07/july.html' title='July.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4814979295245552517</id><published>2007-06-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:48:27.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Zoo? Zoo.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I'd like to congratulate my dear cousin, Jenson, for being baptized over the last weekend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here are some pictures that I've taken at the Zoo with my family. :D I'm not gonna blog about the whole tour, cos I think it's going to be quite a hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/666287355_96b67b78a3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/666287355_1c8113eedb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohemgee! The white tigers! :D&lt;br /&gt;I had a huge urge to go down there to pat them. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1043/666287317_f8ff33eafc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1043/666287317_0dddfdad4b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE I WAS TO THAT ANIMAL?!&lt;br /&gt;I was really close. Barely 30 centimetres, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1408/666287293_3a1fda7b8a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1408/666287293_d57ce9efb1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! Kangaroos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity they didn't hop around or anything. If I wasn't sane, I'll probably hop around to motivate them or something. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1393/666287223_77d179fe3d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1393/666287223_547f75fb64_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Inuka. He's always featured on the newspaper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he's going away soon I think. It's because of the bad weather. His fur's turning so yellowish. Ahhh! My eyes! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1017/666287177_6a177a9495_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1017/666287177_b49ce6814d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their stripes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/666255205_2713a21598_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/666255205_3b75e2e2e7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing tall, retrieving .... something. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1345/666255187_1f42f5d1e0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1345/666255187_044326ad5a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a caterpillar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude who was taking care of this little insect asked me if I wanted to hold it, and I refused because of my little fear for insects which has too many legs for their own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I just regret it. =[[[ Cute, isnt it? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1334/666255157_96b5e0288e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1334/666255157_fd6de74dcc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodiles go RAWRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, maybe not these three. Those three's been petrified or something. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1136/666255101_7ae124c17a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1136/666255101_8b091c67f9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite shots. I managed to take a picture of all of the penguins! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1174/666255083_477bee0c24_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1174/666255083_ebe2c03f29_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1218/666255011_deb9f17885_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1218/666255011_6026303a20_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally! A parrot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I brought the zoo to my blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4814979295245552517?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4814979295245552517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4814979295245552517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/06/zoo-zoo.html' title='Zoo? Zoo.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/666287355_1c8113eedb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-932208909053208092</id><published>2007-06-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:47:37.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>Auditions</title><content type='html'>Well. Just some news about harry Potter. Again. This is from &lt;a href="http://mugglenet.com"&gt;Muggle Net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, there isn't any spoilers here. Though I did hint a little bit. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are living in the United Kingdom, you love to act but has yet to become a movie star, this is your chance to shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The producers of the next Harry Potter film, &lt;I&gt;the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;, is looking for two actors between the age of 15 to 18 to act as Lavender Brown and the young Tom Riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espiecially if you're absolutely &lt;U&gt;obsessed&lt;/u&gt; with Rupert Grint, go ahead and try for Lavender Brown. -winkwink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavender will be held on Sunday, July 1st, while auditions for Tom will be on Sunday, July 8th, at the Earls Court Exhibition Centre in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish for an Aging potion infront of me right now, and possibly a Firebolt in a few days. Hahaha. Okay, that's just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a haircut. It looks horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairdresser was distracted or something. Or maybe she just really hates me for calling her a 'auntie'. Not that I'm in the wrong, because really, she looked like she was in her 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is so darn short. My bangs are... URGHHH! And the back is hardly layered, and its straight throughout, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. This is definetely one of my worst hairdays, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-932208909053208092?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/932208909053208092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/932208909053208092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/06/auditions.html' title='Auditions'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-166024213695023063</id><published>2007-06-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:46:31.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Two days late</title><content type='html'>Happy belated Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun day. I'm sure my father did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. This is just a really really short update, just so this site won't go dead or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last and final week of the holidays. How i wish time would slow down a bit now. I don't want to go back to school. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing some last minute stuff. I need to watch my file, its really filthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, it is only - ONLY - a month and 2 days from &lt;U&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh, I cannot wait! n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really really awkward feeling inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something like how I felt in Primary 6, on the last day of school. You're looking forward to it, because you know where you're going to end up in your next stage of life, but then a bit of disappointment, knowing that your goofy days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, FFAF [figures for a foot] is coming to Singapore in September. Oh gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be able to make it. I don't think my parents will allow it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse, 2007. It just HAD to be this year, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I heard [and it was reported on the news], MCR is planning to come to Singapore at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said that I can only go for a gig a year. Oh geez, I already used that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known that both of these bands were coming over, then I'd knew not to go for the FOB's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I cannot miss these two. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Well. the main purpose of this post was not about the battle of the bands, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to make myself happier by telling myself that Term 3 is going to be better. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all of you too. :D Don't worry so much! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-166024213695023063?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/166024213695023063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/166024213695023063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-days-late.html' title='Two days late'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-9155365591945439708</id><published>2007-06-15T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:45:00.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6Diamondians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>6 Diamond 2006 June Gathering</title><content type='html'>Note: This post has a lack of pictures, because I was a dumbass to forget about my camera. Then again, sorry about the horrible image quality, because my camera phone is ... bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm a horrid blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think almost everyone from 6 Diamond who has a blog already posted about this event. I'm probably one of the last few. Ha, I'm proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, I got to see almost everyone in class. We all got a pleasent surprise from Tjun Sern who came at about 5.15PM, after almost everyone went home. I was about one of those 14 to 15 people who stayed to play the arcade, and the whole LAN GAMING thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this party has served its purpose, to just catch up with old friends. I think it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went there, I met Ranelle at West Mall to get a birthday cake for Sou Fong and David and also some water balloons. Oh, guess what, I also saw Hai Song. He was like,"Bibiana!" And I shouted,"HEY!" so loudly and I'm sure everyone in the mall heard me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Rachel on our way. She left us to meet Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've noticed my tendency to write about almost everything that happens. I shall stop and get to the start of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranelle and I filled the water balloons. I failed, really. The balloons kept popping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Ranelle with one of the balloons. It was just a small patch on her shirt, and she swore for revenge. She got it. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burst it directly above my head. I was drenched from head to toe. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we [Ranelle&amp;I] were on our way to the arcade, I caught a picture of Shuan Hock! &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/57621741/"&gt;The picture itself could say a thousand words, really. It's true, a picture can tell a story.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed being in the arcade. It was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept playing that.... arrow thing. You know, there's this machine, and then on the floor, there were 4 tiles. 2 of them were pink, the other 2 were blue. you had to step on them when the arrow shows on the screen and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time persuading Ranelle to join me and Mark. Lol, Mark was giggling the whole time. Rowena and Ying Shuang were amazing at that game. Rowena kept tapping as if the World didn't exist. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranelle is awesome at that game anyways. Don't know why she didn't want to play the game in the first place. Haha. We played many battles, she won for every single one of them. I think there was only once when I beat her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3-ish PM, Miss Toh came to grace us with her pressence. Everyone was called back, Izzah had to go back home for tuition [:sad02:], and we just talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of talking about how our lives had been, we ended up thinking about ideas for Miss Toh's class, for games and such. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that,  we sang Happy Birthday to SouFong and David! The cake was awesome. Li Qing, Chua Jeng and Rowena were trying to smash a slice of cake onto Sou Fong's face. i'm not sure if they suceeded, but it was a funny sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fong tried to smear some cream on Ranelle and me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remembered. Hahah, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun, definetely. The boys grew up so fast. I didn't hear any pervertic jokes at all. Maybe one or two, but yeah, they matured a whole lot. Nazurah were saying they look so darn hot now. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Until next time! We shall meet again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the pictures next time. I can't find the images on my computer at all. Oh how pathetic of me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-9155365591945439708?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/9155365591945439708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/9155365591945439708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/06/6-diamond-2006-june-gathering.html' title='6 Diamond 2006 June Gathering'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2416641583914622918</id><published>2007-06-08T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:43:21.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a busy week! I feel so tired. I've been running around the whole of Singapore for the past 4 days, and finally, today, I get to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, the holidays are here. I feel so much better, as if I was being recharged. No more school for the time being, so whoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my guitar lessons on Monday&amp;Wednesday. Quite awesome, really. My fingers hurt alot from the pressing, and most of my skin came off. Lmao! Well, what can I say? I haven't been playing for a long time, so.... I guess I deserved that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Tuesday, I went out with 3 of my classmates, Meiling, Amanda and Timothy. We had to do this Chinese book review and we had to do it IT-ly, like, blog or a powerpoint presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since none of us has computers that are able to type chinese characters, we had to go to the library. Anyhoos, &lt;a href="http://www.atmbook.blogspot.com"&gt;this is the link to our chinese project/blog&lt;/a&gt;. A little bit pathetic, though. Try asking me to read out the whole thing to you, and you will probably find me pondering if the paragraph made any sense. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/535787575_b3759f94be_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/535787575_a2980b4788_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timo refused to take a picture with us, so... he's not there. Lol. I think we spent about 10 minutes trying to persuade him, but we gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I went to watch the movie, Shrek 3 with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/225/535792567_0e27fb1c55_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/225/535792567_28543341c8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Quite disappointing, sorry. It was a little bit long-winded, which made it really boring. The past 2 movies were well-known for its comedy, but... This one didn't make me laugh much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they made the whole movie was incredible, though. I liked the part where the princesses started to fight into the castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think this has got to be the worst movie I've seen so far. Uhm, I think I'm exagerating a little bit, though. Heh. :gah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Diamond gathering next week! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;thanks to Rafiqah who accompanied me yesterday to book the treehouse. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I shall end this with birthday wishes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4 June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZAC! ¢¾&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;5 June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETE! ♥&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That certain character from the Harry Potter books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco malfoy! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;6 June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAYNON!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2416641583914622918?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2416641583914622918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2416641583914622918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-busy-week-i-feel-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/535787575_a2980b4788_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2684104486444455138</id><published>2007-05-29T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:36:37.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muttons'/><title type='text'>Muttons @ Vivo!</title><content type='html'>WHOO! Today was so fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, when you're gonna meet your primary school friends and watch Pirates of the Caribbean right? Lmao. Well... My opinion anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/522536916_888c7ec5d6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/522536916_41eebd1902_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning. It was difficult, but what could I do?&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to the day anyway, so why was I complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even before all the fun started, I had to go back to school for some extra activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Mathematics Olympics. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Meiling at 8.30AM at Chua Chu Kang and we went to school together. Venessa thought we walked extremely slowly. She was waiting in front of the school gate. Lmao. She was like in a distress. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. The questions were extremely difficult. I think i'll probably get a few points only. I know I flunk most of those structured questions, so I just thought of some random number in my head and wrote the answer down. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the teacher said,"Even if you don't know the answer, just guess. Make an intelligent guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. I don't think I did make &lt;I&gt;intelligent&lt;/i&gt; guesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos. I left immediately after I finished my paper. I was to meet Ranelle ¢¾ at Bukit Batok MRT station, and Zanne ¢¾ at Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/522543364_7eb4ae9e1d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/522543364_c5eecae9f4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I went to Lot 1 to change. T.T I felt uncomfortable changing in school. Lmao. I mean, everyone's wearing school uniforms, and then suddenly this girl walks out of school in a hoodie and jeans. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see my friends again. I mean, that last time we met was just a month ago. For Zanne. And it has been almost 3 months since I last saw Ranelle. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Candy, Zanne bought this little pony from Toys'R'us and... i have no idea why, either. We got an ice-cream each from Ben&amp;Jerry before the movie and look! We even drew on a napkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/243/519875123_7b6d603f89_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/243/519875123_bb2b6ad6df_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/519875111_97c9144528_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/519875111_45f9d72522_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we even added 6 diamond in it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after our ice-cream, I went out on the mall to get some shots. There was a lot of trees and people blocking my way, so honestly, the pictures aren't that fantastic. I wanted to get this picture of this pink train, but it was too fast for me to capture. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/519875105_2a6919318d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/519875105_4c752fd3b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/236/519872491_991a0bb1a3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/236/519872491_6e356dd320_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, we went for the movie! WHOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the last row, which excite me alot because I really wanted to throw popcorn at others. XD It kinda suck but our tummies were so full that we decided not to buy any popcorn. &gt;.&lt; What a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great! I know it has been receiving alot of bad reviews from others, but to me it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit long-winded and complex, but its still great. My favourite character is still Jack sparrow. n_n How original. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics were awesome, with all that effects and such. It was kinda funny too. Uhmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say anymore. =.=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/519872471_7e8ff2941e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/519872471_1d494b2ab8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/250/519872489_67c7e360c9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/250/519872489_fa86c1dd67_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/519872483_afb58b91a1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/519872483_81a78989bd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, phase one of the Unbreakable Vow is complete!&lt;br /&gt;Until the next part. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;Now I cannot wait for the fifth instalment of Harry Potter, The Order of Pheonix! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now. Happy Holidays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts, Bibiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s-I miss 6 Diamond. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2684104486444455138?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2684104486444455138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2684104486444455138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/muttons-vivo.html' title='Muttons @ Vivo!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/522536916_41eebd1902_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-392359580902132519</id><published>2007-05-25T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:34:44.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>I dont wanna go to Dairy Farm</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. It has been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from camp on Friday, and I have to say I was so darn glad to be back home. There's electricity, internet, TV, and ZOMG! Public transport! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy my 3 days at camp, because I did. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the part when some of my friends were complaining about how icky that place was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, camp was enjoyable. Seriously, I think my eye-sight improved. When I looked at things, it wasn't as blurry as before. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Secondary One from West Spring went to Dairy farm for our camp. A place which is very very icky in terms of hygiene, and with super high elements! n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructors were super hyper, and well... lame in a good way. Haha, they reminded me of 6 Diamond. WHOO! Sonia, espiecially. she was like Nazurah. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the first day. Not much. All we did was some cheers, all that "The campfire's burning now! BURN BURN BURN!" and some games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate Amanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing this game when we had to pass 2 ten-cent coins, and when Sonia stops chanting "Where's my ten-cent coin!" everyone had to clench their fist and put it over the other fist, and the person in the center of the circle had to guess where the coin was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda did the second round, and very unfortunetely, she didn't guess the right hand, and the forfeit was getting wet. That's when everyone starts opening their water bottles and splash her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after she got wet, she had to choose someone to sit in the middle, to take her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, she chose me. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why. Maybe it was because I was laughing so hard after she got wet, or maybe because i lied to her about the whole ten-cent coin thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got wet. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the only important thing on the first day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  for the second day, we started doing all of the high elements. You know, those stuff like, rock climbing, flying fox, abseiling [is that how you spell it?] and that whole circus thing. Walk on a rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so darn fun. I love flying fox so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement and nervousness that you feel before flying through the air is wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you jump off the building, the feeling is just fantastic! My heart thumped so loudly against my chest, and the feeling of my feet in the air was like, WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it twice, and... I still wanna go again! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josephine was so darn scared. I couldn't see her expression when she jumped down the building though. Bummer. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing was... weird. I tried it once when I was in Primary 5, when the teacher brought us to this indoor rock climbing for those who did well for science. I did well for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for this. Hahahaha. Ah, well. I'm growing fatter, and my hands can't carry my anymore. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barely on the 7th square, and then I fell because I couldn't find another rock to step on. HAHAHA! Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had to walk on a rope. Well, not exactly a rope. More like a wire/cable-ish. I thought that was seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbing up was easy. You just had to... climb. But when you had to walk on the wire... That's when the tension comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell, but I kept my balance, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was alot more of all these. There was one, where a net made of rope was hung up and you had to make your way from one end to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed. =[&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I did try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The net kept moving. Lol. It was difficult, because it did. It was hard to more from one square to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the whole thing, after dinner, we had the campfire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came for it. Gah, i was so happy to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyclass had to do a cheer, or a song, or... whatever. So 1A decided to do a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sings to Barnie's theme song rhythum]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1B's got no pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;And 1C's got no handsome boys&lt;br /&gt;1D cannot even shout and 1E cannot even sing.&lt;br /&gt;So you better take a rest cos 1A's gonna kick your ass&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;You better run away cos 1A's the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick: 1 MACHO CLAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: -claps- HUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. It was insulting, but then hiliarious at the same time. I seriously hope that we did not offend any one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other than that cheer that was made by Rian, we also did the whole REPEAT AFTER ME, Sonia keeps doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole campfire was quite boring. I liked the part when sonia went crazy. She ran around in circles, yelling and shouting. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the third day, the only thing we did was do litter picking. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the trainers. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. I hope this didn't bore you too much. I didn't take any pictures, or anything like that cos I really couldn't. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a nice holiday. Do something worthwhile, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;I cannot wait to see Ranelle and Zanne. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of courseeeee, Happy Birthday, Ranelle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-392359580902132519?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/392359580902132519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/392359580902132519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-wanna-go-to-dairy-farm.html' title='I dont wanna go to Dairy Farm'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2520106033258640750</id><published>2007-05-21T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:28:59.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Over and Over</title><content type='html'>TERM 2 IS ALMOST OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 more days, but I can't exactly count them in. I'm off for camp on Wednesday, and I'll only be back on Friday, and tomorrow's E-Learning day. A day when you stay at home, and do nothing but stare at the computer screen for hours, trying to figure out how you're gonna answer a question that the teacher posted on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm glad. I have 1 month to waste. Haha. Naw, not really. I can't. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 13 years of my life, I have been wasting every June holidays by... well, eating, sleeping, eating, and back to sleep again. A little bit of computer, a little of music, a little bit of... walking. But that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you add them all up, discluding this June holidays, then in conclusion, I've wasting approximately a year. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So I've made up my mind. I am not gonna waste my June holidays! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna miss my classmates though. Lol. Maybe just one or two... but I guess that's it. This term has been way enjoyable than the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get lonely. I just hope I won't. I've got some plans for myself, so. Haha, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I'll blog soon. I wanna go and pack for camp now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMANDA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2520106033258640750?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2520106033258640750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2520106033258640750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/over-and-over.html' title='Over and Over'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3568589907999885264</id><published>2007-05-18T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:27:31.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Wasting effing Time</title><content type='html'>You know, before today... well, yesterday, I began to think that everything was going to be like, WHOO! But oh no... Today just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my chinese teacher gave out our chinese essays. The ones that we did for the examination. I got 11/20 for my situational writing, which is pretty good since i've always been failing since the start of this year. So uhm. Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I didn't receive my essay. The longer one. The teacher then said that she couldn't find my paper, and she asked if i hand it up to the teacher. and i was like, O_O, "Oh, yeah, i did".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she was like, oka okay, fine. i'll go and look for it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the first thing she did when she stepped into the class was that she called me up and told me that she couldn't find it! She went all,"Are you sure you handed it up?" and I was like,"Yeah, i so did!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really upsets me. I have to resit the test next week, on monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, god....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revised so hard for that stupid exam [I really did. I even asked my tuition teacher for advice. T,T] and now all I'm getting is,"Oh, you have to resit for the stupid test!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that fair for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i dont do this test again, im going to flunk this stupid exam because of the teacher who just so happened to misplaced my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, i feel so damn loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go soon. i have a robotics class in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cross my heart, I hope you die.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3568589907999885264?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3568589907999885264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3568589907999885264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasting-effing-time.html' title='Wasting effing Time'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3663622864705623682</id><published>2007-05-16T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:25:14.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, icky viruses!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday. And I missed school for two days. Not that I like school, but urgh! Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised. I mean, look at the bloody weather! Everyone is getting sick! Follow the flow, everyone! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fever, a slight flu, and there was something wrong with my throat. All the signs for "ZOMG-SICK"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I went to the doctor yesterday [zomg, i hate doctors], and she prescribed me like, 6 different kinds of medication. :shock: There's this cough medicine, a liquid one and it tastes like shit. There's another one which is a packet of pills, and they have to be dissolved in water before drinking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they say, things that are good for your health never tastes nice. Like vegetables. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now. My throat still hurts like hell though, and it really sucks. I can't speak properly, I can't sing, and for some strange and unknown reason, one of my ears seems to be deaf. I mean, i can still hear, but its like something is blocking some sounds to enter to my ear drums. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sleeping has never felt so good in my life. Maybe all this happened due to the lack of sleep. I even took a 3 hours &lt;I&gt;nap&lt;/i&gt; in the afternoon yesterday! Oh yayyy! I'm getting back on track! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you will drink more water, and eat your greens, and stay healthy. Missing school ain't cool. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3663622864705623682?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3663622864705623682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3663622864705623682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahhh-icky-viruses.html' title='Ahhh, icky viruses!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-1671386272776502420</id><published>2007-05-10T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:23:57.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Hiiigh!</title><content type='html'>Hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read, just to clarify some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words like &lt;I&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;I&gt;seh&lt;/i&gt; is used as &lt;I&gt;slangs&lt;/i&gt; in Singapore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those 3 comments. Makes me feel miserable, but then delighted at the same time. Like what Aditi said, he's probably the one who's afraid of spiders instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, all is done, and I feel like I found myself again. It was like, the spirit inside of me was lost after like, 4 friggin' months, but I found it again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Years are finally over, I can finally relax, and concentrate on what I want to do now. There's no one to stop me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, Mrs Yip [English] can. I'm just wishing for her to do something really terrible to my class mates, or even me, then you know... Maybe I'll blow up. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class missed History period on Tuesdays, which really made me feel extremely depressed, because I heard that Miss Tan was no longer teaching our class anymore. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we will have to wait until next week to get our Mid-Year examination results. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I was extremely excited was that miss Tan told me that I got the highest for History. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahhh, huge shock there. Didn't see that one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, there was no sarcasm in there, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, at first Meiling went,"Miss Tan! Have you marked our papers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan: Yes, yes. Already marked them.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oooh! -oogly eyed- Who got the highest?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan: Haha! you la, you la! -pats my back-&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH YAY! Thank you, thank you! -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I had this face which says,"No, seriously, who?"&lt;br /&gt;Then she said it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get it. Lol. It still frustrates me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Need. To. Know. My. Results! -hits table-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I received my Geography results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at first I didn't expect myself to get it from the teacher, because I forgot to bring my file. She made all of those who didn't bring them to stand at the side of the class and copy all of the answers to the questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got their papers. Except us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after she left, I think she gave the papers to Wei Siang, and then when he gave it to me, he was like,"Waa, Bibiana! You pro sehh!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeah, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;36/40&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was written on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;I AM SO HIGH!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I know I'm being so friggin' proud right now, but I'm really really happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, kids. Study well. Every night. Or even some last minutes ones. People said that those who did last minute revision will always do badly, but well... I PROVED THEM WRONG! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying that you should follow my example. I'm a really bad role model, I'm sorry. I really am. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new site for my layout shop thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoot.tuesdays-ashes.net"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I cannot wait for Linkin Park's new album.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds way better than all the other shit they made over the years. They don't have anymore rap-ish stuff anymore, so there. &lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-1671386272776502420?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1671386272776502420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/1671386272776502420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/hiiigh.html' title='Hiiigh!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-6823894000524350367</id><published>2007-05-08T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:12:41.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Again. I'm having a pretty much pessimistic mind lately. This will be the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking for the past few days, weeks... months... that I was the one effed up. Not the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I realised, that I am who I am. No one will change me. i'm not even sure anyone wants to. It is up to me. But I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the one effed up, people. It is you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what I've done &lt;br /&gt;I'll start again &lt;br /&gt;And whatever thing &lt;br /&gt;May come &lt;br /&gt;Today this ends &lt;br /&gt;I'm forgiving what I've done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park. What I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all those people who laughed at me when I jumped up during Science Class because of a spider which was like, 2.5cm big, on my shirt, then I supposed you have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a perfectly natural reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault to have my flaws? &lt;br /&gt;God, so what if I have arachnid phobia? i'm sure Eugine has one too right? Like, what? I dunno. Clowns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what. I have a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like we have germs. It's like we have aids or SARS or something. &lt;br /&gt;Eugine, you are effing childish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you just mock the girls. The way you laughed at me. The way you mocked me. It's disgusting. the way you tell people off. It pisses me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a huge problem with seeing spiders on screen, like Harry Potter 2, for example, but I have a huge problem with them on my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's your problem? You don't have any effing respect for others, or yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm done. Like I said, this will be last time. I was effing crying after the whole damn incident. IT made me think about Norman and Xu Hui, and alll those people in primary school who teased me about my phobia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I knew that they were just joking around. They didn't mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much about the past, don't I. Heh. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, what I want to say is already spoken. I don't effing care if Eugine hates me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugine, You suck. &lt;br /&gt;People like you are going to be the downfall of our human race.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-6823894000524350367?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6823894000524350367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/6823894000524350367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-408863861894975905</id><published>2007-04-28T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:02:41.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for my last post. The one that I deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just lonely. You know, when you don't hardly have anyone to talk to in school can just get you into depressing. And when people just think you're some freak... Yeah, well, that makes things pretty much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to write it somewhere. I didn't see how it could affect my readers in any way. For that, I'm sorry if you felt depressed after that post or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to school today for extra chinese lessons. Oh geez, that just makes me so much happier. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna have my Mid-Years just next week.&lt;br /&gt;My English Exam just started yesterday. It was... well, average. I thought the question was really weird though. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, speaking of mid-years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all study hard, uhm. Just breathe in and breathe out, that'e the main key. ;D All the best! Get all A1s, or A*! Whatever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a mini-hiatus. Give me 2-3 weeks, and I'll be back. I won't be taking any more orders from y'all, until then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course... BIRTHDAY WISHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK! ¢¾&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I love you! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-408863861894975905?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/408863861894975905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/408863861894975905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5625924486615219260</id><published>2007-04-22T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:01:29.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muttons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Gah, Long Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;'SUP, MY HOMIOS!&lt;/FONt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh... I hope you're wide awake, or maybe just make a hot cup of coffee before reading this. It's really long, with the images and such, but I think I'll crop it to 100 pixels each. But then it'll look weird. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, just go and get some coffee first. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done? Okay, that's good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Nazurah organized a small little party to celebrate her really really late birthday. Her birthday was on the 11 of March by the way, and look at the date! It is the 21 of April! Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited small of her secondary school friends but they didn't turn up, so... =[. Gahh, I wanted to meet Haikal so much. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, Zanne, Allisa, Mui Jie, Rafiqah, Izzah and Syimah! Plus me, of course. Haha! It was really sad because the guys from our batch came, we really could use more laughs around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranelle didn't turn up because she had piano lessons. Wow, that's depressing, knowing that all of your friends are having fun while you have to play music pieces. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhooos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Zanne at the bus stop just beside my house, and we waited for the bus. As we were doing just that, we saw Ernest! ¢¾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but, we didn't talk much. We left immediately after we said hi. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanne and I played some songs, sang along to them, and talked about the FOB concert in March. Hahahaaa, and we saw Pete's oh-so-sexy butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these moments. Inside jokes, and out. Talking about how gay some people are, and how Andy and Joe is so incredibly sexy. I miss those moments. I hardly get into in Seondary School. I guess you can say that's what's missing in my life right now. It kinda depresses me sometimes. :depressed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos. We kinda got lost on our way to Treehouse 2 in the CSC at Bukit Batok. It is really confusing. And there were so many steps. :crazy: The pool was an amazing sight, and the rocks that they built looked actually real, with the water running down like a waterfall. Sorry. No pictures. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we found the place and there were nobody there yet. Haha, we are the early birds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main thing is really about the party. I don't think it was much of a party, more of a gathering with Nazurah's party and some primary school friends but it was definitely eventful anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've gone swimming with Nazurah, Allisa and Rafiqah but... I didn't bring any extra clothing. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Zanne, Syimah and Izzah didn't go too, so there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ate too much that day. Hahahaa, the food was awesome. I like the cake too. :D And I drank too much fruit punch. Oh goodness. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole gathering, all of us, except Zanne, went to the Jurong Entertainment Centre to take Neoprints. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you thought that I didn't describe the whole thing that well. I've got nothing much to say, so there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ¢¾ MY PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIENDS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes pictures. Enjoy. :tongue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/468127165_736e6527b7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/468127165_f2c6093dc7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the wide spread of food! -drool-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/468117736_0f2e104d97_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/468117736_d6436f9d6b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/468127169_1968b885c9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/468127169_d58f9eb4b8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty screwed if you ask me. I've taken better ones. Too many people, maybe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah's shot is better. so yeah. Maybe check out &lt;a href="http://perfectly-imperfect-forever.blogspot.com"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; sometime, and who knows? She may post the image up there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/468117748_da6bb5dddf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/468117748_980c3d8a0b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to be gangsta. &lt;br /&gt;Well, we didn't do a good job, anyways. Obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/468117742_c7fdafed78_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/468117742_247607d840_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah's face is melting.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about Zanne's. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/468127167_4440c1b894_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/468127167_2736ae51af_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goshhh, the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/468127171_0bb1818154_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/468127171_0363cb22a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/468127177_779730cfff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/468127177_f23bba152f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Along session! &lt;br /&gt;Look at how happy Nazurah is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/468127163_7a5288c73e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/468127163_1e9a2fde7e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muijie and I.&lt;br /&gt;MJ's eyes are so big. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/468117754_6716f78591_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/468117754_f46406bd1b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah and Rafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/468117756_4187c2f51b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/468117756_e455124e45_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafiqah, Izzah and Nazurah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/468117762_0b3fea5586_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/468117762_daf72c796a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui Jie and Izzah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/205/468133165_5dbc60a840_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/205/468133165_6d625b5d15_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah, Mui Jie and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Nazurah's hair. It's poofed up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/468133171_a5df7a4322_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/468133171_2992783231_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/468133195_140820cfa3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/468133195_5f6a738865_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syimah and her hubby, Mr Bunny. &lt;br /&gt;Heh. This is so romantic. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/468151466_24c532237b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/468151466_24c532237b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/468151472_006eb428ab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/468151472_006eb428ab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/468151478_f544fcf8d7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/468151478_f544fcf8d7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/468151480_3ab477b37c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/468151480_3ab477b37c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/468151484_46b80e7723_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/468151484_46b80e7723_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/468151486_11c953db05_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/468151486_11c953db05_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/468162611_43a8e29660_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/468162611_43a8e29660_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/468162613_6934770c4f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/468162613_6934770c4f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mui Jie, for scanning the neoprints. (:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, they're that small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5625924486615219260?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5625924486615219260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5625924486615219260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/04/gah-long-post.html' title='Gah, Long Post'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/468127165_f2c6093dc7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4224866415910029646</id><published>2007-04-17T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:59:08.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>A mouthful of Foot</title><content type='html'>I wonder why I still do this. This whole thing with that bitch in my class. I wonder why I still tolerate her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love art period. Oh heck, it was my favourite period among all of the others. One, I like art, two, i sit with two of the funniest people on this side of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooo, Rian just had to leave for another table, and Yu Zheng just chose not to come today. I guess he'll just leave for another table, anyways, since almost everyone in the class changed their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was only me, Meiling, Venessa and Charmaine on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that some other group kicked this particular person out of their table and she came over to ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how furious I was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was only one of those when I was able to laugh like some crazy dude. I love it. It was, I guess you could say, when I was myself. Entirely, myself. There wasn't anyone who could judge me, and I felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she have to come over to our table? Among all of the other tables, why ours? Was it because me, Meiling, Venessa and Charmaine sat there? Was it because I ignored her for the last couple of days, she wanted to make up for all that she has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of her disgusted me. Among all tables, she chose ours. Yeah, well. Its like, she's my 24 hour stalker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to ask me out for this Singapore Youth Festival Guitar Esemble. Yeah, to support the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not when you're there. I won't mind going, since I'd probably be skipping lessons and listen to lovely music, no I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'd rather go through that shit than go through my day with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell do you think you are, you think just because you're that great you have all the rights to ask my friend to ____ off? So what if I confronted you? I don't think you have the rights to tell my friend off again. For your information, she did not lie, and I don't believe that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop putting words into our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this anymore. I wish I won't ever see you, ever again, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken so much from me already. What else do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you following me, always? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm sorry. I'm really in a crappy mood. I just had to let that out. I know there will be alot of risks involved, like maybe, my reputation. I know that I'll probably in a whole load of shit from her loved ones, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever. At least I got that off my chest. I've been keeping my thoughts in for way too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I hope you guys are having a better day than I am. Hm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating much now, since I have alot of stuff to do now. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Bibiana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4224866415910029646?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4224866415910029646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4224866415910029646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/04/mouthful-of-foot.html' title='A mouthful of Foot'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-791374442284548150</id><published>2007-04-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:56:37.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I know I haven't been posting. This blog is a bit dead now. &lt;br /&gt;I've been catching up on commenting, because it has been so long since I've logged on to &lt;a href="http://www.despair.nu"&gt;Despair&lt;/a&gt; to look at the statistics. Hahaha. Oh, geez, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it is very true. I've got a job from my &lt;a href="http://charmainele3.blogspot.com"&gt;junior&lt;/a&gt;, asking for a layout for her class. So I was like,"Oh yeah, sure." But I've yet to code the whole layout. T.T Now, this is disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no 'fret! I'm on it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I have enough time for my projects. I'm so fed-up with my classmates and teachers. &lt;br /&gt;I was put to be in charge of one group for our Community Involvement Program. In charge of making a poster. Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it is way better than all the other groups, since the others are to collect food items from different classes. God, if I had to do that, then I'd probably die of dehydration. Besides, designing a poster is one of my &lt;i&gt;specialty&lt;/i&gt;, why am I complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due date : 10 February 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date is it today? OH MY GOSH, it's the 7th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have enough time to complete it. I don't even know who's in my group, neither do I know the details. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have another Chinese/History project. That's even worst, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;My due date is on the 13th of April. &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pissed because I have no idea on what I'm supposed to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I guess it is my fault. I forgot to copy down the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm lost, because I don't have my group members' contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect? They are new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed the weather here in Singapore? It's getting hotter and hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Global_Warming"&gt;AHHHH, GLOBAL WARMING!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us. Yes, us, the human species of Earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch off your air-conditioners, start planting more trees on the sidewalks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't take this heat. Imagine how it'll be if this continues. I suffer from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eczema"&gt;Eczema&lt;/a&gt;, this um... a rather contagious skin disease. To me, at least. No, it won't spread, but... I really hate it. It's only April, I wonder how I'm going to survive in May, or June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin is already looking so red, and some parts of it is starting to hurt because of my open wounds. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just the mosquitos. I feel them on my legs sometimes... and then POOF! one red patch appears there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may hate it alot, but I love the skin I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, about Global Warming. Sid the sloth from this movie called Ice Age, said,"You know, this whole Ice Age thing is really old. You know what I say? Global Warming, go forth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you got your wish, Sid. Are you happy now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. It sucks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that so many people are going to die before 2050 [Please read the Straits Times, 7 April 1007, front page news].&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that the human population is going to decrease very soon. Probably, most probably, to extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made this happen, and it is now up to us to stop this from happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-791374442284548150?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/791374442284548150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/791374442284548150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/04/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4607576919995591420</id><published>2007-03-30T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:57:28.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robotics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsvisit'/><title type='text'>Back @ LPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE LIANHUA!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeah, I do. That was why I spent 2 and a half hours in LPS today with my dear friend Nicklaus and some of my juniors! See, I'm such a loyal kid. Ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mr Wong &amp; Mr Lai cancelled today's Robotics session because the Secondary Twos has some Community Involvement Program, I had a whole afternoon to do whatever I desired! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing on my list was to go back to LPS. WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining extremely heavily today. I took the LRT to Bukit Panjang, and then took bus 176 to Bukit Gombak. Like I said, it was raining really heavily, so the view from the bus was really blurry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk. It's sad, really. I look forward to the scenery that I always get to see when I take bus 176, since they are just marvellous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was surprisingly, very crowded. From the bus, you could see waves of water splashing the sides of the bus. O_O Still, it was a beautiful sight. &lt;br /&gt;Only when the water was mixed with mud... No, that looked gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I entered the school. :melt: I missed doing that. Hahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by a couple of my juniors... Even some whom I've never met before [O_O], and then finally, someone shouted,"BIBIANA!" in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaah. There Nicklaus was. He even offered me a pink jelly. ^^ And I also saw Jia Li and Jeslyn. :jumpspin: Hahaa, I feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a huge plate of plain rice with all that veg, red red meat [I really don't know what they're called] and then eggs. Hahaha, it still taste as nice as it was last year. :melt: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad because there wasn't any Chicken Rice left. :sad01: GAhh, I love the chicken rice because... It really doesn't taste like Chicken Rice, instead it taste more like Sushi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there wasn't any fried noodles, since I just looooove those. And there wasn't any Omelette. :sad01:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Honestly, the food in LPS is so much better than the ones in WSSS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, me and Nicklaus went to the hall to look for Jia Li and Tricia. Only for a short while, since... I really wanted to go to the Robotics Room. Hahaaaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was in the hall, it was then when I realised that WSSS' hall is so small to that of LPS'. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, yeah, right. Like, &lt;I&gt;WSSS' hall is wayyyyy bigger than LPS'.&lt;/i&gt; Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we did. Went to the Robotics room, I mean. It was so fun, since I just love my team mates! Shami [Uh. Sorry if I spelled your name wrongly or something. T.T] asked me to help him with his robot, and Mrs Tan was like,"She doesn't do any construction! She can only do the programme and the scripts! She leaves all of the construction to David! don't ask her to do the Construction!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Yeah, its true. I suck at construction, since I never really listened to the teacher properly when I was in courses. I never had a liking for it, anyways. Hahaha... I'm the one always behind the computer screen, away from all mechanics! David is the one doing the construction, so... Hm, go ask him instead, Shami. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Iyad and Shawn approached me to help with their construction again. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/439540078_a23570a3cd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/439540078_3447daf035_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn, Iyad and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyad thought it was funny sticking two purple sticks on my head, making me look like an Alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har, har, har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried. I was really slow though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same table, two teams were there having a Sumo match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/439540068_aeabe91d15_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/439540068_d4acdd8ebc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who win though. Jun Jie did an amazing job with his robot, and it looked like some... cute monster. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicklaus also had a fun time with the lego parts. He never had much of an experience, so I think this would be the first time for him. It was really funny looking at him trying to figure everything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Sadly, we had to leave for the hall because I really wanted to talk to Jia Li and Tricia. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/439540082_898d976167_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/439540082_a07e1b31f4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Li, Me, and Tricia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I guess that was my day in LPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with the Robotics Club. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4607576919995591420?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4607576919995591420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4607576919995591420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-lianhua-chyeah-i-do.html' title='Back @ LPS'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/439540078_3447daf035_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-451118186266927426</id><published>2007-03-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:52:00.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robotics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>Bias Bitch on the Loose</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think the teacher is a huge bias bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team and I were the first to do the presentation on this project we've been working on for about 3 weeks. She gave us a rather reasonable results, but the way she talked to Wei Sheng was way to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Don't talk! I'll minus one point away from your results, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Wei Sheng: What?! But I was talking! My hand just slap the table, thats all!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Do you want me to minus another point for lying?&lt;br /&gt;Wei Sheng: Okay, minus all you want, but I am not lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that was extremely brave of him to talk that way back at the teacher. I believe him, since the teacher is a huge bitch like that. But also because he is quite a nice guy, and omehow I just know that he wouldn't lie. He's like, super smart. He cried after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfectly natural reaction. I would've cried if she did that to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is because this project is part of our end-of-year results. If we screwed this up, we screw up everything else. The teacher gave  each of us individual marks, depending on our voice's volume, if its clear or not, english grammer, and our co-orperation during the whole project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-Orperation? What is the defination of co-orperation? Let's seek help from the &lt;A href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org"&gt;online Cambridge Dictionary!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Co-orperation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;as a verb&lt;/i&gt; = co-orperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to act or work together for a particular purpose, or to help someone willingly when help is requested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;as a noun&lt;/i&gt; = co-orperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you work together with someone or do what they ask you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the defination. I have no idea what the hell the teacher was thinking, but she minus off 2 marks away from the total of 4 from this section of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost? Oh, yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she added in other things as well. She made people ask questions, and when you don't know them, she minus them off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Sheng asked,"You said that Wun Hway's grandmother once worked for presidents. But like who?" Pfft, how was I to know? Wun Hway's grandmother did mention &lt;I&gt;presidents&lt;/I&gt; but I'm not too sure about &lt;I&gt;who&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was my answer to the class... and then &lt;B&gt;POOF!&lt;/B&gt; 2 marks gone off my individual grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why exactly, &lt;B&gt;bias&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She minus them marks away from my results, but why didn't she minus off marks from other people? Why did she ask the class to ask us questions? She is the teacher, she should be the one asking questions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so if no one ask any questions, does that mean that they get full marks for that particular section? Yeah, well, I guess so. It is really not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even asked the teacher,"why not give all of the members the same points for their contributions if no one complains about them?" and I got scolded after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole project is something like &lt;B&gt;American Idol&lt;/b&gt; you know? The audience vote, not the judges. I designed the slides for my team, with this whole old, and torn kind of theme, since the whole point of this project is about our classmates' grandmother. About her past, contributions, etcetra, etcetra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my team presented our project, she asked,"Okay! What about graphics? Is it good? Out of 5, how would you rate it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I thought it was fantastic. I thoguht we'd be getting full marks of it. I specially downloaded the brushes just for the damn project, from different sites like &lt;A href="http://hybrid-genesis.net"&gt;Hybrid Genesis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://inobscuro.com/"&gt;In Obscuro&lt;/a&gt; since their brushes are fantastic. The whole &lt;I&gt;grudge&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;I&gt;dirty&lt;/i&gt; kind of feeling, you know? Yes, I &lt;I&gt;renew&lt;/i&gt; my whole set of brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my team got was a  friggin' 4 over 5. What's worst was that I heard someone shouting,"Give them a three! Three over Five!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know exactly who it was, I'll just keep my mouth shut for once. I was horrified when I heard that. &lt;B&gt;I don't even get a damn 3/5 in &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com"&gt;Blogskins&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and they were even worst than the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to make such a big fuss over it, but I wonder. &lt;B&gt;Was it really that bad?&lt;/B&gt; I'll let you be the judge of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/433140287_a4385b4f75_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/433140287_63d5711f30_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the slides on the presentation. I'm quite fond of this, because I love the fonts that I used, and the brushes are fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. It's all good. We've got a total of 8/10 for the whole project, 4 for graphics, another 4 for the content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, I went to &lt;B&gt;Popular Bookstore&lt;/B&gt; to get some art materials [yes... again]. I've got a brand new sketchbook! Nazurah told me that we're able to pre-order the &lt;B&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows&lt;/b&gt; there, so... My mom did! &lt;B&gt;I really am lucky&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my hands on it on the &lt;B&gt;21 July&lt;/b&gt;! But at the same time, I really don't want to. [Oh, contradiction] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin' of Harry Potter... I know I've said this alot of times before but I also can't wait to watch &lt;B&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of Pheonix&lt;/B&gt; that's screening in cinemas on the &lt;B&gt;13 July&lt;/b&gt; onwards with Zanne and Ranelle. :jumpspin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Back to the new sketchbook.&lt;br /&gt;I drew about 3 - 4 sketches on them. Not really that awesome. I even tried drawing human. I'm never good at human. :crazy: But I think it'll look quite good when I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between classes, or sometimes, even sarcrificing my break time, I take it out and start drawing. It's really risky though. I don't like the look on my classmates expressions when they walk by, because they try to take a glance on my drawings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frickin' me out. I dunno why, but I just really hate that kind of attention. I don't want to be 'Bibiana the sketcher'. I want to be 'Bibiana, the achiever'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make any sense? I dunno, but if any of my class mates are reading this, then &lt;B&gt;I don't want you looking at my sketches, &lt;U&gt;because I want them to be left alone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in a few days, there will be an audition for this &lt;B&gt;Class Talent Search&lt;/b&gt;. The class has had alot of gathering together, trying to think of ideas for a piece for drama, musical, etc. Most of the boys didn't participate though, instead they let their eyes wander on their Yu-Gi-Oh cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost finish it. I already handed Miss Yati the proposel, I'm not sure if she likes it. I think I'm going to play as the narator... Or nothing at all, I suppose, since Meiling really wants that part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just want to be the &lt;I&gt;director&lt;/i&gt;. Chyeah.  :tongue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had Robotics yesterday, even though the teacher said there wouldn't be any CCA yesterday. Kinda like a last minute thing. It's all cool, because next week, there won't be any CCA for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody going back to LPS on Friday? Let's go together! :D I really want to see my juniors in Robotics. Hahaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my layout again. I got bored with that whole "GO EDISON" thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm still all "GO EDISON". I just really hate the layout. :gah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;B&gt;Frank Iero&lt;/B&gt; this time, lyrics to &lt;B&gt;Under Pressure&lt;/b&gt;. Credits to &lt;a href="http://frank-iero.net"&gt;Frank Iero Net&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gender.live-journal.com"&gt;Gender&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adobe.com"&gt;Photoshop Elements 2.0&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fractured-sanity.net"&gt;Fractured Sanity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done with this post. &lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/B&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO DARYL! ¢¾&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tricia, for reminding me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;B&gt;/EDIT&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-451118186266927426?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/451118186266927426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/451118186266927426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/03/bias-bitch-on-loose.html' title='Bias Bitch on the Loose'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/433140287_63d5711f30_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3107394439160056909</id><published>2007-03-15T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:39:48.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsgathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>New Layout + Workshop + Class Partehs!</title><content type='html'>Before you proceed, please note that this port has a whole lot of crap party shit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, that this is probably very long (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;New Layout!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why orange and grey?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Why the heck is it so plain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tried using any orange before, except when I did this &lt;A href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=102825&amp;action=Preview"&gt;The Veronicas Skin&lt;/a&gt; at Blogskins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. Lianhua Primary School's Annual Sports Day is coming up! I just &lt;B&gt;HAD&lt;/b&gt; to make something orange. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put some of the cheers that we did last year, but I just couldn't find any suitable place for it... so, I just left it as it was. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change it soon though. Right after April Forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a &lt;B&gt;Learning to Learn&lt;/b&gt; workshop in school from 8.50am to 5.30pm. Wow. 7 hours straight. Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole lot of Secondary One from the express cohort came back to school&amp;then we were divided into 12 different animal groups, &amp;I was in the group of dogs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with several others from my class, Alfred, Yu Zheng, Timothy, Ryan, Syafiqah and Jia Yu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly the whole workshop was really boring, so I shall skip that.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the part when we &lt;I&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; had to eat fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I saw all the volunteers with sticks of fire and they put them into their mouths bravely. Like, wow. Suddenly, Venessa said,"Later we have to eat them too, you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysteria, hysteria! Cry, scream, out loud!&lt;br /&gt;It's in my nature to do as so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all,"WHAT?! We have to eat that?! But we can't! &lt;B&gt;SAFETY FIRST!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to ask this volunteer,"Do we REALLY have to eat it?" And then his reply was,"We already prepared a box full of them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, we didnt have enough time for that.  :laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/422052601_cb5a6569d9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/422052601_3d7cdd9c1e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the trainers, Jackie and Lenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jackie was saying,"when you parents scold you, it means that they love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is funny about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually made some sense. IT actually makes sense when someone else says it. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoooos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the more important thing I was to post about today was about Class Parties. Please notice that the word 'parties' is in its plural form. Yes, that means its more than just one. Woah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with my &lt;B&gt;Secondary School friends&lt;/B&gt; and another with my &lt;B&gt;6 Diamondians!&lt;/b&gt; I enjoyed both, I guess. I shall proceed to the one I had &lt;I&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt; in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school has 3 barbeque pits that are used rather frequently. It's pretty cool, dont you think? We won't have to pay for any damn pits the next time. ^^ My teachers, Miss Yati and Miss Law organized this whole thing. They were damn nice to do that, really. They ordered the food, and mind you, its not just a carton or two. It's prolly more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/422052614_2be6a7f129_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/422052614_d5ea0a2b58_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Law, on the left, and Miss Yati on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a whole lot of food. Probably still unfinished right now. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were satays, otahs, fish [oh my gosh, they were so delicious!], potatos, corn, sausages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sausages... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/422052617_0514ca26ca_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/422052617_1fa66b2593_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/422052622_550691394a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/422052622_cd66f2cdb4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They died, obviously. Edible, but doesn't taste good. The sausage on the second image was thrown away. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/422052607_b92d5be06b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img scr="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/422052607_764d801a24_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy cooking, eh. I bet their good at Home Econs. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/422052605_abc08c864f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/422052605_93e932836f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty people enjoying themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter that whole event, I found out quite alot of things about my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. They are really not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;02. They are camera shy. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even &lt;I&gt;try&lt;/I&gt; to persuade them to take a picture. I can't make them take pictures. They'll prolly think that I'm in love with them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, classmates. You'll have to get used to that. Don't worry, it'll be fine. You have another 3 [3/4] years to get used to my &lt;I&gt;touts&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat alot. I waited for almost 30 damn minutes to get a satay. T.T&lt;br /&gt;I would've to wait even longer if Ting Yew didn't help me get one from Wei Xiang. Damn, I feel pathetic.  :hmmm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dropped by too. Just to bring me back home, I guess. And to know more about my classmates and my teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most exciting part of it all was the nightwalk! Yes, a nightwalk! A group of ... 10, I guess, went for a nightwalk around the school. Damn, that was so relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even laid in the middle of the basketball court and gazed at the stars! Relaxing, yet... scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two seniors who were playing catch, I think. Suddenly they were running along my direction and they almost tripped over my body! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Them&lt;/b&gt;: AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT seriously was frightening. They even did it for another two times -  on purpose! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Wei Xiang &lt;I&gt;tried&lt;/I&gt; to scare me with a &lt;B&gt;'BOO'&lt;/b&gt; and he succeeded. Wow, that's depressing. :depressed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;here are some pictures of my friends who are oh-so-brave to face my camera! :DDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/422064682_21c180531b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/422064682_88ec80a320_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah, enjoying her food! -thumbs up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/422064734_aa3b9f9ec5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/422064734_7f1697f485_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Liang and Alister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I definitely enjoyed it. suddenly, I just cant wait to get back to school. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAD SUCH A FUN TIME TODAY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 Diamond`06 gathering at Miss Toh's condo! Dude, it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1.30pm, I met Ranelle is Lianhua's backgate! Duuude, you dunno how happy I was. We ran into each others arm like those from a drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was that weird, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the journey, we heard someone calling us from behind. And whoo! Zanne was there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Sweet, sweet, sweet. &lt;br /&gt;Zanne even brough Patrick along. &lt;br /&gt;When we stopped at the traffic light, Patrick's arm came off. It was really weird. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/422924406_cf27c2fb7d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/422924406_c322d7ec51_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranelle, Zanne, Patrick, and Me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. That's just the way we are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there at about 1.45pm. About three quarters of the class was already there! I received alot of hugs, and I even got a late birthday gift from Li Qing and Mui Jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/424914684_e11ccab7a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/424914684_62a6e9ad2e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, that is so sweet &lt;I&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the image. I was too lazy to rotate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring The Nightmare Before Christmas by Tim Burton! One of my favourite movies! I'm still trying to figure which picture I should put in it, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also received a small bottle with a cloth reading,"GOD BLESS!" from Ranelle! It was sealed with a cork, and inside the bottle was a small little card. I didn't take any pictures of it though. But it was sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the late birthday gifts! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly, we saw Miss Toh at the security house. I dunno why, but everyone started sniggering. Ranelle went all,"MISS TOH! I MISS YOU SO MUCH!" But her only reaction was,"Quickly! Quickly! Get inside &lt;I&gt;la!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt really awesome to see that everyone has yet to change their personality. They were still the same! The guys were still so full of themselves, perverted and funny. Goodness, they made me laugh so hard today! The girls were still as talkative as ever. Except for Wen Sien. But she's still normal! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/422924404_3ffabc32da_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/422924404_46a3ef8ec3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Chua Jeng giving Woon Kiat a lap dance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, that was funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmhm. About three quarters of the class came for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather disappointed though. People like Mui Jie, Jian Jie, Rayyen, Tjun Sern, Izzah, Shu Lei, Xu Hui and Yee Hao didn't make it. I can't blame them though. Now that we're all in different tracks, it's difficult to meet up. I sure hope we do in the future, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Toh, our Primary 5&amp;6 form teacher, booked the function room of her condominium just for us to party! The room is well functioned, with a flat-screened television [it sure looked like one] and many round tables and about... 20 chairs! And the sofa was so soft! :melt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss Toh even ordered McDonalds for us! As for us, we brought many packets of potato chips, bottles of drinks, paper plates... But what?! No cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, Ranelle, Zanne, and I went to the nearby Shop&amp;Save to get cups! I didn't have enough money with me, so Ranelle bought them. [Oh, my herione. T.T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back to the function room, almost all of the nuggets were finished. The 6 Diamondians were desperate enough to use foam bowls as cups. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they had the brains to use them. Pfft. There was once when I saw one bowl with coke in it and I was like,"What the heck?! Ranelle! What the heck were they thinking?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked and talked, laughed and laughed and laughed, shared some really weird experiences and ... made an advertisement?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird thing, really. I was trying to get a picture of Mark and David together, but David didn't want to. Suddenly, Mark went,"Eh! Bibiana! You want me to teach you how to make an advertisement?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like,"Er. Okay. Fine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we kinda came up with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN F&amp;N ADVERTISEMENT!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2x0P1-e0Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/424915177_a64c7091c7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we watched 'White Chicks'! Dude, it was funny. The whole class made alot of &lt;I&gt;sound effects&lt;/I&gt; going,"aww..." when everything worked out in the end, and "WHOO! -clap clap clap-" when they break danced during the dance off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finished a bad of chips. Oh, dear... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Reminded me of old times... Tsk tsk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say that Good things always come to an end. How true it is. After the movie, we packed up and cleaned the place and stuff... We said our goodbyes, exchanged hugs, and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/424914672_d213f3d013_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/424914672_517c21351f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/424914670_a9fc268b34_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/424914670_810ccb40b2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/424914675_5e737fa2c6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/424914675_dc3e5a6e85_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I had fun. I'm sure the others did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, other pictures that didn't really fit into any of the text in my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/422924400_44286e4b9c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/422924400_10e701cbdc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranelle and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/422924405_aa6688f2c7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/422924405_a168d2899e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanne, Patrick, and I. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/422924420_39fd3948d1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/422924420_81f40a5b9a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl! [I have no idea why its upside down. And I was too lazy to flip it over. Sorry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/422924428_70a5c57e05_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/422924428_ac59a2ccc0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys [&amp; I think 3 girls, Eejoo, Cheryl and Rachel where there too] at the playground. You should have seen Miss Toh's expression when she saw them tackling each other onto the ground. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/423698848_bda5585262_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/423698848_c0810fa58c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/423698849_27bb991d4e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/423698849_a2a9662e3f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Qing and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/423698855_5840577fa8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/423698855_f2a9822df0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingjie. This was his expression when I called him. He tried to turn away, but not quick enough! :evil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/423698857_feb6f17e09_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/423698857_f02f84a813_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Shuang &amp; Sou Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/423698859_92dade6a92_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/423698859_5d6ecb2fbf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Liang: Are you feeling seduced yet?&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of this Harry Potter icon I found. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/423698869_78340f330c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/423698869_44f7539200_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Liang and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Finally. I linked up every single image I have. Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a couple of birthday wishes to make for all Pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel [3 March]&lt;br /&gt;Norman [somewhere in March :/]&lt;br /&gt;Chun Wen [8 March]&lt;br /&gt;Jian Jie [9 March]&lt;br /&gt;Joel&amp;Benji Madden! [11 March]&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah [11 March]&lt;br /&gt;Rowena [14 March] &lt;br /&gt;Mom! [15 March]&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn [16 March]&lt;br /&gt;Mark [somewhere in March. 16, I think]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought about my results for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should relax a bit. It's only the first term. &lt;B&gt;What is the worst that could happen?&lt;/b&gt; I'll just have to try harder the next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your encouragements on the last post. I'm sorry I didn't reply to them. I didnt have much time for that, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a nice week, enjoying yourselves. I hope to see those whom I've not met during the holidays, such as Ernest, Minjie, Hai Song, Mui Jie... etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term Two starts next week! May all go well for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course! A big CONGRATS to Mr Tang and Mrs Tang, for Esther has arrived into our world! :jump:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a long post. I hope you didn't get too bored. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Bibiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;P/s- Don't &lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt; ask me to tag your damn blog. I tag your blog whenever I damn please, not for you to push me around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when someone asks you to leave a comment on their blog when its so damn boring? What is there to say when there is nothing for me to comment on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3107394439160056909?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3107394439160056909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3107394439160056909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-layout-workshop-class-partehs.html' title='New Layout + Workshop + Class Partehs!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/422052601_3d7cdd9c1e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2835003435016818986</id><published>2007-03-08T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:52:50.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commontest'/><title type='text'>Urgh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;6 March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Please note that this whole post is being post poned to 9 MArch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I'm not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably its due to P.E. [Physical Education, or as some would like to call it, Gym] Not my kind of thing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked us to do some race. You know, those kind of batton [Sorry. I dunno how to spell it] passing. I did that alot when I was in Primary School, so it was alright for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its been almost a year since I've raced! My friends all went,"Oh, Bibiana! How fast you ran!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have the speed, but I don't have a the stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was what caused this illness to arise from the dead. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just suddenly, after P.E, when I went up to class... I couldn't breathe. Okay, I could, but I just felt like I was short of oxygen. MY heart beat incredibly fast, and urgh. Yeah, I was panicky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the first time this has happened. I remembered when I was in Primary 6, Miss Toh made us run alot of rounds around the school field. I was totally out of breath when I went up the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like today, I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to exhaustion, yes, maybe. Or dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father joked that I partied too hard on Saturday. HAHA! Yeah, I guess I did. Hardcore Moshing does alot to you, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its because I'm too stressed. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe. Or I just lack of sleep. Yeah. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home soon after, at about 11. My mom came rushing to the school with her friend, Uncle Sam. Turns out that Uncle Sam was the cousin of the discipline master! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence. HAHA! Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I took a half day off from school. It helped alot. I slept like someone who hasn't slept for years.  :snore:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I know i'm exagerating again. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sucks, really.&lt;br /&gt;Because I missed my Literature class test, so I had to do it after school today. Gosh, I felt so guilty, because I was supposed to do a English Project with Josephine, Cherie and Amanda after school. All because of me, everything was delayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, being absent sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I also missed the whole class discussion about the whole Talent Search and the discipline matters in our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, kids. Listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink loads of water, eat your vegetables and fruits, and get enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like me. I only missed 1 and a half day of school, I feel like I'm lacking behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I guess the past few days wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness, next week's the March Holidays! I can finally sleep without having any guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;9 March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school right now. Probably one of the earliest to arrive. Not many is here in the lab, so... I take that as a good thing. I don't have any of my classmates around me to wonder what I'm typing about, or see what I'm doing. I'm in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received all of my Common Test Results. I'm extremely disapppointed. &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd do so badly for my Mathematics. Just so you know, I'm feeling extremely depressed. I guess, this whole I've-done-my-mathematics-really-badly reason is making my mood like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, just thinking about it is almost making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've done my mathematics this bad before, but this is the first time I'm doing my Mathematics Common Test. This is friggin' embarrassing. Now I have no idea how I'm going to tell this to my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B3 for my history. Mind you, that is just super. Like I said a while ago, I failed my History Class Test. Oh, hallelujah. My dad was rather disappointed with it. I wonder how he'll react if he sees my Mathematics. After all, I have to say that was one of my best subjects. Oh, Goodness.  :sad02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst is that &lt;I&gt;almost&lt;/I&gt; all of my mistakes were careless ones. Wow, what a good way to cheer me up. -snorts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I just hope that my science results pull my whole aggregate up. I've got a really high A1 by the way. I could've done better though. I felt like a huge idiot after looking through the paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the last few days wasn't that good. I guess because it was my mood about my results that affected me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I, Bibiana L., promise herself to never ever &lt;U&gt;ever&lt;/U&gt; make such silly mistakes again. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just part one, dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;To never ever &lt;U&gt;ever&lt;/U&gt; slack before the exams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I was slacking before the exams. I prefer the word &lt;I&gt;procrastinate&lt;/i&gt;. Or maybe something lighter, like... something. &lt;br /&gt;I did study, but I just want to take some time over the holidays to think about what I did. What did I do to deserve such horrible results?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I hope I find it out soon. I have dreams, and I plan to achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember telling you that I was absent last week because of a horrible fever/flu/cough that I had. I missed alot. &lt;br /&gt;And thus I'd  like to thank one of the most friendliest teachers I've met during these 10 weeks in West Spring, &lt;B&gt;Mrs RACHEL Yip&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped me with my Mathematics today. Gosh, I dunno how to thank her. I spent the last 7 days wondering how to do those algebra sums and I &lt;I&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; went bonkers. That's where she came in. :D She blew the fog over my head away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;THANK YOU, MRS YIP!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, birthday wishes to my dearest &lt;B&gt;Chun Wen&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Jian Jie!&lt;/B&gt; :heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2835003435016818986?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2835003435016818986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2835003435016818986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2009/03/urgh.html' title='Urgh.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-7062592496887181243</id><published>2007-03-04T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:12:33.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fobconcert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY THE HAPPIEST PERSON ALIVE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was already the happiest person alive since the day I was born, but I shall exaggerate a little. Won't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the happiest, I am definitely one of the luckiest kid in the world. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I named this post 'Saturday'. Not just Saturday, Saturday. 030307 Saturday. 03 March 2007, Saturday. Saturday. In the Wake of Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Saturday. The best Saturday I ever had. The best Saturday I can ever remember, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how many 'Saturday's have I used in this post, already?  :gah:&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I'll just get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;B&gt;THE FALL OUT BOY, INFINITY ON HIGH CONCERT WAS SO &lt;i&gt;AWESOME&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But before I start about my amazing night, I want to apologise for the horrible image quality and... the lack of details. I tried my best to enhance the image quality, but I guess it didn't really work much. Damn, I should've asked my uncle for his. This camera sucks like woahh. I really shouldn't have taken the pictures with the flash on. It made the whole thing look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. Most of the images are really blur. I'm as disappointed myself. I shall blame the people who pushed me throughout the whole concert, and blocked me from taking good quality images. :D But it is better than nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. &lt;B&gt;What is the most important thing that you just HAVE to bring to a concer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets. Duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/409624305_8ee937631a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/409624305_42b0f17aa9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yeah. I took that picture before I left the house, before I had to fold them into two. It looks prettier when its unfolded though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah. My dad drove me to the Singapore Expo, right across the island, from the west, to the east. It was raining at that point of time, and there was a horrible car jam from Kallang to Eunos. Somehow, that was pretty good, because I managed to capture a beautiful sunset from behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/409624318_90b6a79bc2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/409624318_90b6a79bc2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. It would look way better if it wasn't raining. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to blame the car jam. It took us 50 minutes just to get to the other side of the island, hence I couldn't get the front row seat. :depressed: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we reached there, I went to the Max Pavilion! A huge crowd was already there. I deleted some of the images of the crowd, because the people whom I took were really snobbish, and... rude. What's the point of keeping the pictures of them, anyways? They'll only make my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached there at about 7.15PM. And when I say, 'reach there', I mean reach the stage area, there. :D I was pretty early, but I wasn't early enough to be in the front row. -sobs- I was somewhere at the third row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I was really wishing myself to grow taller. Damn, those people there are tall. Tall, tall. I had to stand on my toes to see the stage properly. What's worst was there were a huge crowd coming in to the concert area, and they kept pushing their way into the first few rows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and it is only logical that I was almost falling onto my knees when they did. There was a couple in front of me who were so sweet. They saw me being squshed, so they let me go into the front instead! Ahh, God, I love kind and polite people!  :heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crowd that I was with before, you know, those people who I was talking to about some really inconsiderate people? Yeah, sadly, we got separated. Ah, damn. They were such nice people, and I didn't even get to learn their names! Espiecially that couple who let me go nearer to the stage. I am never, ever, gonna forget about their kindness. :grin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, more people continued the pushing. There were many guards on the stage, pointing here and there, shouting,"STOP PUSHING!" but no one listened. Oh, how ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Standing there for almost an hour, waiting for the concert to start is really worth it. At about 8.15PM, the lights were dimmed, and the sound of guitars and drums filled my ears. Everybody started to jump, with their head and arms bobbing up and down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Act, yo! First band to come out was... some local band whom I don't know. And I really don't wanna know, 'cos I'm not really into their music. The guitarist threw his water bottle WITHOUT its cap on, and the water splashed onto me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! FUN FUN! It reminded me of the water bombs I played with my friends on the 6 Diamond-Amethyst`06 party. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers. That band performed about 3-4 songs, and then they went back. People began to loose their patience, so everyone was chanting,"FALL OUT BOY, FALL OUT BOY!" Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't long before part 2 of the opening act began. At least, this one was so much better than the first. One of my favourite local band, Saw Loser, came on! Honestly, I was extremely shocked to see them there. Ahh, goodness, I was so happy to actually see them live. Haha, another band to add onto my 'band whom I've seen live' list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They performed about 3-4 songs, and then went back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have waited for almost 30 minutes in the crowd until FOB performed, but it was definitely worthed it. Oh God, it was fabulous! Unlike Good charlotte, or... other artists, they actually performed as if I was listening on the CD itself. But the sound system really screw the whole thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment, when FOB came out of the curtains, everybody started pushing through the crowd, trying to get as close to the stage as possible. Like, woah. Can you imagine me, in there? Everyone was like, huge giants, and I was like an ant there. I was pushed all the way from the second row, to the tenth. Oh, what the heck. Typical Singaporeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Whatever. The focus is on Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was very squeezing, I still managed to jump up and down, with my left arm out with that 'ROCK ON' sign. Haha. Yeah, I definitely enjoyed myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly disappointed that they didn't perform songs like,"Thks Fr Th Mmrs" or "I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off" because those are my favourite songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool, because majority of the songs that they sang were my favourites. Oh, heck. All of them are my favourites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the band sang, "This Ain't A Scene, It's an Arms Race", everyone sang along and it was just so amazing. Oh, what am I saying? The whole crowd sang along to everysong, and it made the whole night so phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the last song, Saturday -squels-, Pete jumped into the crowd and everyone started pushing again, towards Pete, just to touch him. Not so surprising, is it? But what shocked me more was that Pete's shirt was torn shredded into pieces!  :wha: I guess they couldn't get the message on the shirt. It read,"Leave me Alone", but yet they didn't. I didn't. :gah: Lmao!  :laugh: C'mon, Pete's irresistable. I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;I&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; caught Andy's drumstick. Damn, some dude just snatched it away, man. THAT DRUMSTICK IS RIGHTFULLY MINE! :rave: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fear my fangirlism, y'all. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. All is good. I hope I'd get another chance to go to another concert like this one. If there was one. That'll just motivate me to do well for my exams. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all will definitely be good. I get good results, I get to go for another concert, the band earns more money... okay, except for my parents. they loose their money. :gah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so March 03 ended like that. It was a fantastic experience. Thinking about it just makes me smile instantly. :smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my parents: &lt;B&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/B&gt; This is definitely the best birthday gift I've ever received. Ah, heck. This is the best gift I have ever received from you guys. I know you guys weren't that happy when I told you I fell during the concert because of some people pushing me over because of the drumsticks, but hey! I'm good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Thks Fr Th Mmrs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I received A1 for my Geography and for my Home Economics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-7062592496887181243?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7062592496887181243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/7062592496887181243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/409624305_42b0f17aa9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-3657140070052522347</id><published>2007-03-01T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:08:51.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Lmao, happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;I AM HAPPY TODAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides me havinag a really horrible flu, sore throat and a fever of 38 degrees... I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007's March started with a &lt;B&gt;BANG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First of March, dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Test is finally over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmhm. Finally. Today was the last paper, Geography, too. I've yet to receive any of my papers back, except for my English. I did quite well, up to my expectations, but maybe I just need to try and get rid of my hatred for the teacher and start liking the subject.... And her.  :disbelief: Who knows. I'd probably get better results than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a A2, if you're wondering. Urgh, just a few more points to a A1.  :mad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I'm still satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely glad that Miss Law didn't come for Chinese period today. Hell, I'd probably die if she did, because she's most probably be returning us our Chinese Paper. At least, right now, she can only give it back next week. &lt;br /&gt;At least it will give me a peace of mind for the weekends. The paper was bloody difficult! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Chinese has always been my weakest subject. But I'm really scared that I'd be failing. Only the first Common Test in Secondary School and I'd be getting a F9 or something! Wow, that's gotta be embarrassing... If I actually failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just so you know, the highest in the Higher Chinese Class is only 40/60. So I really don't expect me to get like... a fifty. That's quite ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing why I'm happy today is because I saw Minjie in the morning when I was on my way to school, and also because I saw Ernest when I was on my way back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was &lt;I&gt;over the moon&lt;/i&gt; when I saw them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them matured alot. Minjie's voice cracked already and it sounds extremely weird because its no longer the squeaky and uhm. cute? yeah, cute voice anymore. It's so low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ernest... He is so tall now! It was like, just yesterday, he was 5 centimetres shorter than me, and now, look. Possibly 3 centimetres taller! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them just makes me heart feels right.  :heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, because my site has gotten &lt;B&gt;2002 hits!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though yes, today was definitely nice, the last few days wasn't too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called a '&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;racist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' for no particular reason. Or rather, for the wrong reason. I first thought that that person was quite a nice person, but I was terribly disgusted after what happened yesterday. Stupid &lt;B&gt;Jia Sheng&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you don't even have a good sense of volcabulary. All I did was ask you people to get your butt onto your seats, not tell you something so serious like racism. God, you don't even know me. People who know me would know that I am totally against racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're offended because I asked for your fat ass to be glued onto your chair, then why don't you just complain it to the teacher? I did nothing wrong. Oh, hey, forget it. I DARE you to complain to the teacher about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I'll just forget about that. I'm rather offended really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, I won't be going to school tomorrow because i'm sick like hell. I am still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 4 weeks since Fall Out Boy released their new album, Infinity On High, and I've yet to get it, thus I'd like to thank the Internet! Imeem has got all 14 new songs on the album, and I've gotta say they are just awesome. Gosh, that just makes me so much more excited for the concert.  :dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should shut up now. I'm sorry I haven't been commenting on others blogs. I just can't seem to find any interesting.  :depressed:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-3657140070052522347?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3657140070052522347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/3657140070052522347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/03/lmao-happy.html' title='Lmao, happy.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5336579049179238694</id><published>2007-02-19T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:33:39.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this new layout is to celebrate this special event, yeah? I'm really satisfied with it. :D Simple and elegent. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was definitely was pleasent than the last one. For one, I actually talked a lot more to my cousins/relatives. Yeah, for that, I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this was what I did during the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Visiting my relatives&lt;br /&gt;02. Collecting &lt;i&gt;ang baos&lt;/i&gt; [red packets]&lt;br /&gt;03. Eating the food that was well laid on the table&lt;br /&gt;04. Getting fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I'm definitely bound to get fatter. Oh well... I shall start running tomorrow with my mom. How I wish burning of fats could be as easy as ABC. Imagine if we could burn off 2 kilogrames per hour sitting in front of the computer! Wow... Life would be so easy. :laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having the usual steamboat on the eve of Chinese New Year, the whole family gathered at my house for a barbeque! Wow, that's definitely special. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the first day of CNY, I went to visit both of my grandmothers and collected so many red packets! ^^ The amount that I collected was so much more than last year. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at night, I watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with my cousins. It really was a pity that everyone was talking so loud that I couldn't hear what Dumbledore was talking about at the last part.  :sad02: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't worry about it since I've watched it for a bajillion times already.  :hmmm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't want to continue this. It's quite similar to other blogs.  :snore: LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed a whole lot of crap before, but I deleted it. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy CNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5336579049179238694?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5336579049179238694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5336579049179238694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8035751609809408798</id><published>2007-02-16T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:33:03.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsvisit'/><title type='text'>The eve of the eve of chinese new year</title><content type='html'>Today is simply love. :melt:&lt;br /&gt;Except for the few hours in West Spring. I got quite fedup with the class, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Chinese New Year/Total Defence Day celebration today is WSSS. The performances were nicely put up. Sadly, I didn't manage to capture any images. I didn't really feel like taking any, anyways. But yes, it was beautifully done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the CNY/TDD celebration, I hurried to the LRT station, since I was meeting Nazurah at Bukit Panjang. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know, at that point of time, it really was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelapang LRT station was crowded with students from West Spring and Zhenghua. Mostly Zhenghua, really.&lt;br /&gt;The train came after 2 minutes, and the whole crowd just rushed in. Yes, including me. :evil: The train was already so crowded, then the door closed, but some idiot stopped it and another batch of students came in the train. At that point of time, the whole crowd went,"OIIII!"&lt;br /&gt;Lol. :laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyhooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nazurah at Bukit Panjang LRT, then waited at the Interchange for the bus. Just minutes after, we saw Amanda, Rou Yun and Rachel! :jumpspin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/391917803_18dd52a663_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/391917803_18dd52a663_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Nazurah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/391917800_af3d79f069_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/391917800_af3d79f069_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&amp;amp;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. And we took the bus all the way to Bukit Gombak and then walked back to Lianhua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/391916211_408f3ec050_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/391916211_408f3ec050_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestest school ever to live on Earth :yes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course, I was so excited to see my ex-classmates and teachers. We had a small little race to the canteen, but I really don't know who was the winner. :twitch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess you know what happened when I spotted the whole group of 6Diamondians. Yes, I screamed. Or shouted. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that I took in LPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/391918296_a6ffd88845_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/391918296_a6ffd88845_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tjun Sern! :jump:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/391918293_ddeaaecd0f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/391918293_ddeaaecd0f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah&amp;amp;Tjun Sern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/391918291_7a25dbda7a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/391918291_7a25dbda7a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tjun Sern&amp;amp;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/391918287_72a184dd7f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/391918287_72a184dd7f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Hui &amp;amp; Hui Yu :grin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/391918286_2a17f5c646_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/391918286_2a17f5c646_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowena &amp;amp; Mui Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/391916214_9e8a0cfd9b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/391916214_9e8a0cfd9b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raynon &amp;amp; Hai Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/391916212_ee718b33dc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/391916212_ee718b33dc_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Jie. :twitch: What. The. Heck. :laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/391916210_741faeff17_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/391916210_741faeff17_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Jie &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/391916209_abb140f0f2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/391916209_abb140f0f2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman! Yes, another what the heck picture. :jumpspin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I was absolutely trilled to be able to see those people again, though quite disappointed that I didn't see people like Ranelle, Zanne, Shuan Hock [ :sad02: ], Xu Hui, Tai Kee ... -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well. The trip was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we weren't able to catch Miss Toh because she had remedial. :rave:&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm very &lt;i&gt;suay&lt;/i&gt; [unlucky... or something like that]. Whenever I go back to LPS, she isn't there. :sad01:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really nice chat with the Diamondians, and some Amethysians like Jo-ee, Yeelin, Bryce, Ernest, Minjie.. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the guys like Mark, Daryl, Jian Jie, Chester were reunited with the field they all dearly missed! :rainbow: I missed the 6Diamond class itself, but just didn't have enough time to go up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple of us went to the new basketball court!&lt;br /&gt;YES A BASKETBALL COURT IN LPS! :smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, we couldn't play for a long time because our juniors had their CCA there. :sad02: But all the best to them anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after, Hai Song, Mui Jie, Li Qing, Rowena, Gary, Cheryl and Eejoo [and of course, meeeee] went back to Gary's house for a game of pool! It was my first time playing it, so... I really sucked. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/391916207_25eeef14b7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/391916207_25eeef14b7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Gary's house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/391916190_41327cf428_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/391916190_41327cf428_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful fountain we came across!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/391916182_4a0a75662b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/391916182_4a0a75662b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soufong and Mui Jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/391916179_a6cff473f7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/391916179_a6cff473f7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Eejoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/391914268_d607644d48_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/391914268_d607644d48_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star light, star bright, grant my wish tonight. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Formed by Cheryl, Eejoo and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/391914261_eeb156df20_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/391914261_eeb156df20_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&amp;amp;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/391914262_ef677249b2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/391914262_ef677249b2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eejoo, advertising for the Cup Noodles! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/391914264_532bfae6f8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/391914264_532bfae6f8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE GAME BEGIN! :dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/391914265_a6d51404e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/391914265_a6d51404e1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Qing, the pro, yeah? :smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/391914263_40fa5bae96_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/391914263_40fa5bae96_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Song, positioning himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/391912585_524e81b471_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/391912585_524e81b471_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, playing Basketball at Gary's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/391912584_e40f476e42_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/391912584_e40f476e42_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary's dog, Poky, and I don't know who's feet those are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/391912583_acef21a13e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/391912583_acef21a13e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer shot of Poky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/391912581_03cc9dc173_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/391912581_03cc9dc173_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl. And Poky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game, I had a really nice chat with Cheryl and Eejoo. Turns out that I wasn't the only one who was having a bad time in Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played two games of pool today. One with those really unknown guy, WHO WAS ONLY TWELVE! Of course, he beat us. Yeah, I was really shocked. He's twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, he taught us alot about the game. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played by ourselves later on. Cheryl, Eejoo and I on one group, Mui Jie, Li Qing, Hai Song and Rowena in another. Gary... I don't know. :disbelief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui Jie's group won. We lost. :sad01:&lt;br /&gt;But it is only a game. ^^ No lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we went to play basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Song, Gary and I in one group, Li Qing, Cheryl and Eejoo in another.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who won, since halfway through the game, it rained. -scoff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to gary's house and met his dog, Poky. Maaan, she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Hmhm. I don't know what else happened. We went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Well. It has only been a few hours since I last saw the Diamondians, but yet I miss them already. :sad02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the sweet memories, 6Diamond+Amethyst.&lt;br /&gt;I HEART YOU! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8035751609809408798?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8035751609809408798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8035751609809408798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/eve-of-eve-of-chinese-new-year.html' title='The eve of the eve of chinese new year'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/391917803_18dd52a663_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-5200492136306903767</id><published>2007-02-13T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:31:38.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Hapy Velentines Day</title><content type='html'>yes, surprise indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;So happy valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a sad one. &lt;br /&gt;But what about the surprise?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I remembered Mrs Yip [Mathematics] telling us that she would give us a valentine's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what the gift was.&lt;br /&gt;A stupid, damn, test.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;And that was a &lt;I&gt;pre&lt;/i&gt;-Valentine's Day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another test today that will determine if we'd be needing remedials or not. I would say that it was easier than yesterday's, since I studied. Lol, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yip [english] gave us a chocolate each! yayyy! But i ate it, so... I wasn't able to get a picture of it.  :sad02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that this day is even worst than Friday the 13?&lt;br /&gt;No, really. I've been getting unless amount of homework on every valentine's day.  :rave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, it only comes once a year.  :evil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather crappy.&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to do any of my homework. And I don't know why. I just don't have the right mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, if you're interested to hear my rants, click &lt;a href="http://hollywood-disaster.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that there may be vulgarities. [of course, not on purpose]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ask me for the password yourselves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I choose not to give it to you, then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-5200492136306903767?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5200492136306903767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/5200492136306903767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hapy-velentines-day.html' title='Hapy Velentines Day'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-27198387406458944</id><published>2007-02-09T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:30:59.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robotics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Well, at least it was better.&lt;br /&gt;I had robotics in the afternoon. Yes, CCA day. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Wayyyy better than last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I felt more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;1A Robotics members are now split into two different groups. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Eugine, Alister, Amanda in one.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Timo, and Meiling in another one!&lt;br /&gt;Though yeah, we sat on the same table together. They own half of it, and we the other half is our territory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;It is better this way, rather than having 6 into a group. It's really messy, and... totally out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, and so. We greeted Mr Fabian and Mr Kenneth, and... that was just so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I told you this before, but I'll just tell you this again.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Last week, Mr Fabian came and introduced himself.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of 'Fabian' [Fei-bi-en, or something like that anyways], she pronounced it as 'Fah-bian'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 5 of us went red in the face and bursted our laughing! Amanda was still looking so puzzled and asked,"It is Fah-bian right? Or what?!"&lt;br /&gt;5 of us: MR FABIAN [Fei-bi-en] &lt;I&gt;LA!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. If you heard it with your own ears, you would be laughing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today! Yeah, we greeted Mr Fabian. Like, it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was saying,"Good morning Mr Fabian..."&lt;br /&gt;And out of the blue, I heard someone saying,"Good morning Mr Fah-bian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. It is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and the weekends are here!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend passed by so quickly, even though the hours in school felt like... 100 hours or something.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, and the contradiction is here to stay again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a whole lot of homework to do this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It's alottt, but yeah, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;At least, for once, I get some homework to do on the weekends. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day's next week.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, don't worry, I'll be fine. I've got a date with my mp3! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;And probably homework... from Mrs Yip. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comments on my previous post! Really appreciated it! ¢¾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I go, here are some bday wishes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WEN SHUN AND SYAFIQ [11 FEB] ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-27198387406458944?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/27198387406458944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/27198387406458944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-846847572993107104</id><published>2007-02-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:28:20.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fobconcert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Damn school.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely fed-up with school.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the way they're doing their things and such. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Test is in 2 weeks, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and I just... &lt;I&gt;can't wait&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And prolly a History test this Thursday. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'd pass, and then I can skip remedials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just blame my carelessness and my disrespectfulness, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;The teacher made us study our History for 30 minutes, but instead, I read about the different religions in the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Huo Gai la!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you're not a Singaporean. I don't really know how to translate that to english. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know what that means, please help me to translate it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I guess that excuse is the same as, I didn't study at all!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...  :sad02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though all of this may have made my happiness level for today for as low as -999.9%, here are some things that made it go back to 1%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOB's new album is amazing!  :heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me wanna dance. And just sing along to it, because its just so... emotional! I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what makes me even happier is that...&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSHIGETTOSEEPATRICKPETEJOEANDANDY!  :jumpspin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me correct myself.&lt;br /&gt;Getting to see them, and reminding myself that I am about to see them in 20 or so days just raised my happiness level back to 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what music can do to one's mood, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well. &lt;br /&gt;Imma end this with birthday wishes again! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROU YUN AND JIA LI [tomorrow]! ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-846847572993107104?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/846847572993107104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/846847572993107104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-school.html' title='Damn school.'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8172165772647656814</id><published>2007-02-05T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:26:28.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Short, Short</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'll make this post short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go on, here are some birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIAO SI!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll make this post short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yip didn't come for class today.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, 1A had 1 hour to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I hope there won't be another time.&lt;br /&gt;It was really really noisy.&lt;br /&gt;It was even worst than 6 Diamond! [No offence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugine couldn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Because no one would listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;Or me.&lt;br /&gt;Or even Latifa.&lt;br /&gt;Pffft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so fed-up that suddenly, I just shouted,"KEEP QUIET!"&lt;br /&gt;Something like how Rowena would use to do in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and everyone was so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it only lasted for less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really disappointed, because no one took me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I guess that is the bad thing about me, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, these people just don't really know me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I scream, or shout at you, it means that I am serious. Don't try to be funny, because you will &lt;B&gt;definitely&lt;/B&gt; get a death glare in return. I joke when I feel like there is something to joke about, but I am serious when it comes to my studies, and the discipline in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope that you know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;You really should be ashamed of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Try being the chairperson. Try being me. See how you'll like it when no one takes you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall get off the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Home Econs today after school.&lt;br /&gt;It was terror.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept poking my finger with the needle.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 2 hours of hard work, I've yet to finish it!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can finish it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got my test results today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did well, but not for history.  :sad02:&lt;br /&gt;I failed. Just by one tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, may the force be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuut!&lt;br /&gt;There will be another class test in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;So... I'll be studying very hard from today on.&lt;br /&gt;And if I pass... Then good for me! I won't have to go for any dumb remedials. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8172165772647656814?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8172165772647656814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8172165772647656814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-short.html' title='Short, Short'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4452621359723172829</id><published>2007-02-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:25:02.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fobconcert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Best bday present</title><content type='html'>No, seriously, it is.&lt;br /&gt;I may not have received as many gifts as before, but I received alot more wishes than I had than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I may not have received as many gifts as before, but one made itself look like it was 50 presents altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;I&gt;ohmygoshimgonnabegoingforthefalloutboyinfinityonhighconcert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can someone just pinch me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4452621359723172829?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4452621359723172829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4452621359723172829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-bday-present.html' title='Best bday present'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-8109732903807707912</id><published>2007-02-04T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:24:11.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrypotter'/><title type='text'>Hppybdays to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACOB!! ¢¾&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to meeeee! ^^&lt;br /&gt;And to Izzah's sister!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a Happy Belated Bday to Xiao Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who've wished me happy birthday! Thanks alot, you made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;This particular news did not wish me any happy birthday, whatever, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;But yet it made me smile like... idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS IS GONNA BE OUT IN STORES ON THE 21ST OF JULY 2007!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo gonna reserve one before 21 July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and that is how obsessed I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;GO, HARRY POTTER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-8109732903807707912?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8109732903807707912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/8109732903807707912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hppybdays-to-me.html' title='Hppybdays to me!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2108849597464178492</id><published>2007-02-03T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:23:15.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lpsouting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muttons'/><title type='text'>Mutton's Day Out</title><content type='html'>Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, a post regarding my day out with my fellow Muttons, Zanne and Jo-ee. Yes, only two of them, because the rest are really busy. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click on image to enlarge it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/378138759_249131ff94_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/378138759_249131ff94_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint number 01. The black words on Zanne's book is not 'Pom', it is supposed to be 'Porn', but I guess ... We just have horrible handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/378138762_ff9cccc342_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/378138762_ff9cccc342_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint number 02.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanne: rawr!&lt;br /&gt;Jo-ee: =.=&lt;br /&gt;Bibiana: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/378138764_d11c830297_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/378138764_d11c830297_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint number 03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanne: Meow!&lt;br /&gt;Jo-ee: Obey me!&lt;br /&gt;Bibiana: -crossed eyes-&lt;br /&gt;Doggy: I AM FLYING! OH MY GOSH, IAMFLYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/378138767_e9dd1a2af7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/378138767_e9dd1a2af7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint number 04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to describe this. &gt;.&lt; We're just huge goofs with those devilish things that Zanne drew on our heads. Jo-ee is just an angel. Lmao. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/378138769_4631c988ff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/378138769_4631c988ff_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace from above. :rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/378138771_3143a379f0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/378138771_3143a379f0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MCDONALDS ADVERTISEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, drink all that you can, kids. :evil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/378148509_7485ba8c03_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/378148509_7485ba8c03_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanne, all tensed up before the race, and Jo-ee, trying to get the camera away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/378148508_7d64bdfe4d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/378148508_7d64bdfe4d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last game at basketball. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/378148507_4934d8a16c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/378148507_4934d8a16c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. I dunno what to say for this. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/378148506_120161fc60_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/378148506_120161fc60_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the making 01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/378148504_599203f1a5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/378148504_599203f1a5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the making 02.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/378148502_7638eef898_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/378148502_7638eef898_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao! Picture time over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today was definitely fun.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lot 1 way earlier than the Muttons, accompanied by my mom and my sister. We went to the library, and did some window shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I left quickly, and met Zanne and Jo-ee at Popular.&lt;br /&gt;And then we got lunch at Long John's Silver. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And we chatted for quite a long time before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just fast forward this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the arcade, and Jo-ee treated us!&lt;br /&gt;It was funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played this basketball thing.&lt;br /&gt;You know, normally, one machine for one person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;We're different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people to 1 machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;you may be thinking, "What?! YOU CHEATER! You're soooo gonna get the highest score!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our highest was only... 149, or something.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. I'm quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;I scored quite a couple of hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I can't do basketball!&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers. Then we tried this racing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Super Mario Version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the whole race, the machine took a picture of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a retard with one eye smaller than the other.&lt;br /&gt;Jo-ee just looked really tired.&lt;br /&gt;And Zanne smiled. :D&lt;br /&gt;And the machine added a huge nose with a mostache on her face! Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I got third. &gt;.&lt; zanne =" 1st" ee =" 2nd" me =" 3rd"&gt;hideous&lt;/strike&gt; neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah. I guess we really suck at taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;The camera just SNAP, and then it appeared in the screen. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I like them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went back to Macs to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Maaan, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and laughed and laughed at the past and loads of people were staring at us with wide eyes. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. We're crazy oxymorons. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks, for all of your lovely birthday wishes! :heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more hours, till I'm officially a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the times I had when I was twelve.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because it was the last year of my kiddie days, and also because that will definitely be one of the best years of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a teenager, but I will never grow old because my heart will forever be like a kid! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICKLAUS! ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2108849597464178492?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2108849597464178492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2108849597464178492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/muttons-day-out.html' title='Mutton&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/378138759_249131ff94_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-2359091720040595603</id><published>2007-02-02T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:20:04.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hppybdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>NEW LAYOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers. Paramore rocks. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I'm in school now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;This week sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;It's like she's trying to beat me at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Mr Tang's advice really came in handy. Though I haven't really tried using it yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today was allright.&lt;br /&gt;The class was rather sweet.&lt;br /&gt;They sang Happy Birthday to me and Jia Sheng and Derrick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. By the way, I totally forgot about Birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YEELIN, JIA SHENG AND DERICK!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet Zanne and Jo-ee tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'll be having some stuff to blog about tomorrow. No more boring days, BAYBEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-2359091720040595603?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2359091720040595603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/2359091720040595603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-4070415218622671790</id><published>2007-01-27T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:19:00.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robotics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>asdfghjkl;</title><content type='html'>I think i should update about my week, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been wayyyy more enjoyable than the first few i had, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember much, but here's some of which I remembered. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were grouped in 6 during chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i was grouped with Joey, Bernice, Xin Mei, Derrick and Eugine.&lt;br /&gt;And then we had to draw a comic similar to the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if it was fun or not.&lt;br /&gt;The first session was just getting to know each other, i guess. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugine drew the cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;It was all made out of sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stickmens. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. It was damn sexy &lt;I&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you're not used to my &lt;I&gt;slang&lt;/i&gt; then tell me, I shall not type anything with any word that has offended you. Because I said that on one day in school, and I guess everyone was thinking that I was some freak or something. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I have to accept the fact that almost nobody in my class is anything like 6 diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Swee Hao, LAtifa and Amanda, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just have to learn to shut my perverted side of me, and lock it up somewhere safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: be more careful with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know what else happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first Robotics training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My group was specialll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was called Brainstormers.&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;I&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, very familier, no?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was special, because we had 5 members, instead of 4. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because we had Alister to back us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I was grouped with the other 1As.&lt;br /&gt;Meilin, Amanda, Timothy, and Alister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make this, sling shot thingy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;So we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had this small competition between the teams.&lt;br /&gt;I think we got, forth or fifth. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh, blame me for not listening in class in LPS. I never did well in constructing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that's why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to work my way up the ladder again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really dunno what else I should talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-4070415218622671790?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4070415218622671790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/4070415218622671790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/01/asdfghjkl.html' title='asdfghjkl;'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27674054.post-748188277436551389</id><published>2007-01-26T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:17:52.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Sowwy</title><content type='html'>if you're not satisfied with my way of writing, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;it just feels so shitty. ever since last year december, i totally screw up my way of blogging. idk why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at intros, i suck at the middle, i suck at ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just because my life is getting more boring and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, please don't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;i still have the weirdness in me, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chyeah, i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also sowwy for not updating all my links over at the side bar.&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry for not making a better layout than this.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another class in english, and i really dunno what im gonna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27674054-748188277436551389?l=braincellspoof-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/748188277436551389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27674054/posts/default/748188277436551389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellspoof-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sowwy.html' title='Sowwy'/><author><name>Bibiana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYFUrJZFDhg/TutTz_pBcMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MAlSvyY2Yjg/s220/IMG_1274.CR2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
