<?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-7118030</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:08:49.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jane</title><subtitle type='html'>i love hawaiian pizzas, volleyball and fun.. i like to read fantasy stories and dae dream, living in my own world.. To all volleyballers, no matter how hard training is, we will make it thru..:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-114870531566491434</id><published>2006-05-27T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:51:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://after-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Moved.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-114870531566491434?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/114870531566491434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=114870531566491434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/114870531566491434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/114870531566491434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2006/05/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111581701279578981</id><published>2005-05-11T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:10:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.obs. abit late. but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything from the tents to the bloody heavy backpack to the kayaks to the rock walls to the flies to the wild boars to the hikings to the musli bars to the mass tins to the jetty to the hose we used to play water with, the wierd tasting water, the instructors, the muddy shoes, the obstacle courses, the belaying school, camp 1, camp 2, the souvenir shop, the boat rides, the round island kayaking, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life there was so much more carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMUNDSEN is:&lt;br /&gt;instructor serene&lt;br /&gt;fiona&lt;br /&gt;christine&lt;br /&gt;jane&lt;br /&gt;enting&lt;br /&gt;stefanie&lt;br /&gt;jolene&lt;br /&gt;lawrence&lt;br /&gt;desmond&lt;br /&gt;brandon&lt;br /&gt;weijie&lt;br /&gt;mohd jefferi&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey loke&lt;br /&gt;dennis&lt;br /&gt;kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fariq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;26th of may would mark 1 year since i started blogging. im starting to get quite dreary of blogging cause seriously, i dont know if my blog is good enough for people to want to read, and i dont know who is reading. the reason why i didnt put up a web counter was because i was afraid that the number would turn out to be so small that i lose confidence. yeah. inability to face reality. Also, those who know me well knows that my pathetic brain, although able to remember the smallest of details, cannot remember the daily happenings of my own life. yes. even my brain is contradicting itself. pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im going to take a break from blogging.. i dont think anyone would miss me though. my friends will still see me in school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111581701279578981?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111581701279578981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111581701279578981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111581701279578981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111581701279578981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111545005792597968</id><published>2005-05-07T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:20:49.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oks. im back and im quite black now. want to hear about my trip? long story yah. got lots to tell. maybe i ll tell another day cause i stink now and i havent bathe for abt 3 days and havent slept well for 4 days. anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;AMUNDSEN ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lols. who is amundsen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111545005792597968?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111545005792597968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111545005792597968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111545005792597968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111545005792597968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/05/oks.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111491807346838738</id><published>2005-05-01T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:27:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wells. i suppose this is my last post before i go to OBS in 2 days time. so i shall talk about how ive prepared for obs then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im about 70 percent packed, and i borrowed my brother's huge adidas bag which is stinky and smelly and looks like a coffin to pack those things. if someone were to kill me, the murderer would be able to stuff the whole of me into the bag without even having to mutilate me. sadism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also borrowed 2 army water bottles from my brother, which look like 2 large turtle shells hanging on 2 pieces of thin nylon thread. when the water bottles are filled with water, one whack from the water bottle and the victim can be knocked out. great for the stray boars in ubin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. i bought 6 packets of 10 piece wet tissue, 2 packets of 15 piece dettol wet wipes and 1 packet of 25 piece simple wipes. KIASU spirit on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling my brother that i was going for obs and i might have to borrow his mass tin. thats when the 2 of us were out at town. he processed in his brain wad i said and den bellowed "YOU CANT EVEN COOK RICE USING A RICE COOKER AT HOME, YOU WANT TO GO INTO THE JUNGLE AND COOK RICE USING MASS TIN AND FIRE?! HAHAHAHA!!!" thanks dude. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on tuesday i have to lug the coffin-like bag to school, which i think is about 2 thirds my weight at least, so it would stunt my growth. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be completed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bio project.&lt;br /&gt;bio worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;phy project.&lt;br /&gt;chem project.&lt;br /&gt;a maths ques.&lt;br /&gt;e maths ques.&lt;br /&gt;Hcl compo.&lt;br /&gt;tys.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111491807346838738?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111491807346838738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111491807346838738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111491807346838738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111491807346838738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/05/wells.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111469306006650424</id><published>2005-04-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:57:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the heat wave drove me crazy to the extend of taking drastic measures such as eating 3 ice creams for lunch. 1 wall's conetto classic, 1 magnum Light and one wall's conetto cookies and cream royale. to hell with the weight issue. the 3 sticks of cold cream cost 7 dollars in total. pocket one beeeeg hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke yet another test tube today. in total, i broke a pipette, 1 L- shaped tube for transfering gas, 1 stirrer, 2 beakers and umpteen test tubes since sec 1. the list is not fully tabulated as i cant remember every item. and almost everytime i have to go and report the breakage and write my name down in this small little note book. i was wondering if they are going to give me a complete bill of the total amt of money i have to pay when i guaduate in sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty worried abt the ozone layer and global warming thing actually, but its actually out of point cos i am a lit elective student and things like global warming should be left to the geog students to worry about, so dory, nilawan and sheila, please worry about the ozone layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school will be pretty empty tomorrow with so many pple out for obs overseas and service learnings. bon voyage to them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111469306006650424?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111469306006650424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111469306006650424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111469306006650424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111469306006650424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/heat-wave-drove-me-crazy-to-extend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111430827510663010</id><published>2005-04-24T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:04:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrights. advice heeded. not that green anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111430827510663010?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111430827510663010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111430827510663010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111430827510663010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111430827510663010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/alrights.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111416969308719150</id><published>2005-04-22T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:34:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joy to the world.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah im talking shit. but wadever.&lt;br /&gt;im disillusioned after having so many tests on one day and prelims tmr.&lt;br /&gt;my right palm started peeling after the chem practical on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;mdm sakeena says that perhaps i touched some peroxide thing.&lt;br /&gt;and peroxide corrodes? oh haha. fun.&lt;br /&gt;no my right palm isnt peeling anymore. thats bloodaye sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog skin. GREEN. cheers. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111416969308719150?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111416969308719150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111416969308719150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111416969308719150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111416969308719150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/joy-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111373467181975654</id><published>2005-04-17T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:44:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im trying to convince myself that im in love with logarithms. and trigonometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love digestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love covalent/metallic/ionic/macromolecular bondings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;totally.&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/7118030-111373467181975654?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111373467181975654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111373467181975654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111373467181975654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111373467181975654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-trying-to-convince-myself-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111365185751709455</id><published>2005-04-16T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:48:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;congratulations to sergeant carissa augustina hong shi hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;congratulations to corporal sheila loh siew hui!&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, both their names end with a "hui". congrats again!&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/7118030-111365185751709455?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111365185751709455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111365185751709455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111365185751709455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111365185751709455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/congratulations-to-sergeant-carissa.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111348303088251876</id><published>2005-04-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:52:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my mum rocks my world. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;titration test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mdm sakeena says nobody ever fails a titration test. but i ll probably be the first. since i was the first in class to break a pipette. and my alkali with methyl orange always turns pink instead of orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;counting down 10 days. still havent done nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;is rubbishhh and that is justifiedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purple.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;School magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the cover photo is very nice. but the photo of me is the class photo last year is EW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to summarise. OMFG. but the cover is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ive been smiling quite alot in school these days, reminding myself that there are always better things in life for me. keeping upbeat and happy. but. i suffer from lethargicity(?). yes. and i am bloody stupid some times.&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/7118030-111348303088251876?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111348303088251876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111348303088251876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111348303088251876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111348303088251876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-mum-rocks-my-world_14.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111314183585035236</id><published>2005-04-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:06:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wierd find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i stumbled upon some of my old diary entries on scrape pieces of paper, written when i was in sec 1. i could hardly believe that i wrote them. hardly bbbbeeeeeelieve. haha.miss elaine lim alwaes says "bbbbeeeeelieve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anyway. back to the diary issue. i nearly died laughing while reading them. 5 pieces of scrape paper relates the life i lived over 3 months, may to july. the first one was about my very last crush. omg its freaking hilarious. should i reveal who that person is here? uber embarrassing. i was practically obsessed over him in the entries. but forgive me. i was only twelve then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i was also quite surprised when i saw this sentence i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Looks is nothing but a side that God gives us to present to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now now. where did i copy that from? i hardly think that way now. shallow, perhaps, but realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;do i sound morbid? no? anyway, i realised that my thinking changed alot, esp the crush part. haha. isnt it good that i changed? i guess my character wasnt very erm, nice, in the past. but i look forward to life everyday now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111314183585035236?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111314183585035236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111314183585035236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111314183585035236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111314183585035236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/wierd-find.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111296438324933177</id><published>2005-04-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:00:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bad things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;o levels chinese preliminary examinations in 2 weeks time. and you cant call me prepared. lovely.-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to stanley: stop asking me stupid questions from your friend. and dont anyhow say things. SHHH!. but i doubt he will see this post. he never taggs my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop wearing contacts. i broke mine into tiny pieces. by accident. HOW AM I GOING TO TELL MUM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive grown to hate glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look nerd and ugly in glasses. puuurfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and messy. extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed yet another a maths test. by 2 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to run cross country all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;good things in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i can stop haveing sore eyes. I RATHER HAVE SORE EYES THAN SPECS HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to skip the channel U thing that all hcl pple has to go for. that means i wont have to make a fool of myself on national tv. on the expense that i have to go run cross country again. worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new glasses? with nice design?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;china trip//. justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel gave me skitters. worth celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pros and cons of being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111296438324933177?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111296438324933177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the day went through pretty quickly. couldnt really remember many things, except that i learnt about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;bearings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;emaths class. and it started pouring as we ran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.4 km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.// other things seem to pass in a flash. i fail in the aspects of remembering everything that has happened in a day, and recording them down. lousy brain.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angel and Mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder who is my angel. just like everyone else does. but i guess its better to let it remain unknown. i mean, the angel is suppose to do good things to the mortal right? if i were to know who my angel is, and if he/she doesnt do anything nice things for me, im bound to feel at least a teeny weeny bit of resent against him/her right? i mean, who doesnt want good things to be done to themselves? still.. im going to be nice to my mortal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i seem to worry for people easily. i spent much of today worrying for my friend. sigh. ohh. congratulations to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; for getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gold with honours!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we are a proud of you! :) &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/7118030-111261569454011381?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111261569454011381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111261569454011381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111261569454011381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111261569454011381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-went-through-pretty-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111235990884831177</id><published>2005-04-01T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:56:48.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im sorry my dear classmates. im the only one who din come in top 25. i came in 27th. im so sorry. wad carissa said to me as i ran striked me hardest. seriously, i really tried my best after that. but still. i couldnt catch up with enough people. sorry. im ashamed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my juniors said my backside damn itchy. always find ways to have fun and then end up injuring myself. wells. i tried to jump over the table tennis barricade todae. the one thats as high as my mid thigh.i tried to jump over, ala the standing board jump style, but i jump up. i could have easily move the barricade and walk over, but i chose to jump. well. just for fun. itchy backside. i couldnt jump high enough and i tripped over the stupid barricade and knocked my left leg bone on the cold hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;metal of the stupid table tennis barricade.PAIN. and i got a gigantic blue black. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ohh. just the other day, when i was going home, i saw a dog. i am very scared of animals you know. i stared at the dog. it stared at me. i didnt dare walk pass it. the dog's pretty big. about until my thigh height la. and its greyish black. just like sirius black when he transformed. just not that shaggy. i made perfect eye contact with the dog. the world around us seemed to stop. i was so scared. guess how the story ended? i took out the piece of bread my mum gave to me for breadfast and threw it and another direction so the dog will go after it and be far away from me. and the dog was so stupid it went to chase after the stale piece of bread. and i ran away. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i still feel ashamed of myself. sorry.&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/7118030-111235990884831177?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111235990884831177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111235990884831177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111235990884831177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111235990884831177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-sorry-my-dear-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111227461440444282</id><published>2005-03-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:21:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pardon my sudden infactuation with green. i know the tagboard's colours are mismatched. but my colour sense is about as good as that of nilawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so yupp. anyway. green rocks. recently i just noticed it. i knew of its existence long ago of course.. like duh. but i just didnt know that it would look...nice. but its nice of course. it rocks for me now. and its good for the eyes too. haha. like who didnt know that. ok larh. for the sake of doreen, i say that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; rocks too la. -_-. bet she cant stand my greenness. but &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; goes pretty well with green you know. look at the giordano spring collection ladies polo tees. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sparkling&lt;/span&gt;. or hover your mouse over the "profile", 'footprints" and "my lyfe" thing. it turns pink! i dont know why i suddenly use the word "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sparkling&lt;/span&gt;". but as mrs myrna(?) koh says, impress the markers with your vocabulary. heh. as if i have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cross country tomorrow. watch me as i come in last. cheeros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111227461440444282?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111227461440444282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111227461440444282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111227461440444282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111227461440444282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/pardon-my-sudden-infactuation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111192154239176917</id><published>2005-03-27T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:09:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i had to show my report book to my mum on the sly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad shall not see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 4 maths related assessments today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed.&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/7118030-111192154239176917?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111192154239176917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111192154239176917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111192154239176917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111192154239176917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-had-to-show-my-report-book-to-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111176030513779005</id><published>2005-03-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:26:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what makes an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;absolutely fantastic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;volleyball training in the eyes of my coach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2.4km run.&lt;br /&gt;20x20 double skipping.&lt;br /&gt;20x20 side jumping over a long rubberband of thigh height.&lt;br /&gt;running up and down a 14 storey block (make that twice).&lt;br /&gt;rolling around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;running around the court.&lt;br /&gt;sprinting around the court.&lt;br /&gt;jump spike.&lt;br /&gt;defence.&lt;br /&gt;setting.&lt;br /&gt;basic skills.&lt;br /&gt;serving.&lt;br /&gt;lifting weights.&lt;br /&gt;quick foot steps. and more.&lt;br /&gt;my coach is pretty inventive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. terrifico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HORRIFICO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but still fantastic. absolutely. i said &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must have that great attitude.&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/7118030-111176030513779005?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111176030513779005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111176030513779005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111176030513779005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111176030513779005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-makes-absolutely-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111148474176102995</id><published>2005-03-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T17:45:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAIRFIELD METHODIST GIRLS' SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Doesnt it sound good? I can only imagine. School without boys. Then perhaps fairfield would also rise up to greater standards. Maybe like that of methodist girls' school? Where those affliated from the primary school can only go to the secondary school if they get a t score of 200 points at least? wahahaha, thats heaven on earth. Still, boys are not that bad lah. They help you when you dont know things and they crack jokes and stuff. And they can be ultimate lamers. Anyway, fairfield methodist girls' school still sounds better than fairfield methodist secondary school. doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;debate was crap.&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/7118030-111148474176102995?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111148474176102995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111148474176102995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111148474176102995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111148474176102995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/fairfield-methodist-girls-schooldoesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111131839564673493</id><published>2005-03-20T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:33:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;morbid and depressed. i dont know how to do additional maths homework.*cries*&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/7118030-111131839564673493?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111131839564673493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111131839564673493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111131839564673493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111131839564673493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/morbid-and-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111115021957375717</id><published>2005-03-18T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:53:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my room totally looks like a nerd's room.books everywhere :( not that i actually study them. i went to other girls' rooms. so cool.. argh i dont know how to decorate rooms. maybe i should just pin posters everywhere? argh no my stuff are too cluttered. too much rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;oh. and what am i to do with all those worksheets? so many pieces of papers all over the place ): maybe i should just save some money then visit ikea and buy some stuff which can help make my room a more condusive environment for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wait. im going shopping with my cousin tomorrow. therefore i cannot save money. which means i cannot go to ikea to buy some things to make my nerd nest a more condusive place for my habitation, which means i have to continue staying in a nerd's room. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;talking about shopping. im totally pissed off with my current clothes because they are all too small. AND the worst thing is, some of them are in XL or XXL sizes alreadi. it just seems that most singaporean girls are, well, smaller than me.. ok friends. lets do a poll. who thinks that jane is big, tag your thoughts on the tagboard. im waiting hokay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;pretty desperate huh? "im sorry we dont have/ran out/dont supply your size." sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;my target tomorrow is to stretch my dollar and buy as much as possible. with my sizes of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-111115021957375717?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111115021957375717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111115021957375717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111115021957375717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111115021957375717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-room-totally-looks-like-nerds-room.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111086407295711702</id><published>2005-03-15T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:22:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i survived the worst. went to hospital yesterdae to do all the tests. doctor chucked me out, saying i am fine everywhere, cept i have fluctuating fever. and i vomited the whole bowl of noodles out. not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ohh. i would love to see nilawan's new hairstyle! the shuai ge cut for her one. lookling at the way she described how the hair cutting process went, i expect her hairstyle shoukd be quite ok la. or else she would be complaining. and wad if the hairstylist is not shuai? i can totally rmb the bus driver incident. the uncle whom she tot was a dua yan dao. almost made everybody fainted. wells. since she wasnt wearing specs, maybe she never see the guy clearly therefore the guy is not shuai at all? but seriously nil has pretty wierd tastes la. right everybody? therefore im apprehensive abt trusting her tastes on anything. haha nilawan dont kill me over this blog.&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/7118030-111086407295711702?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111086407295711702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111086407295711702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111086407295711702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111086407295711702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-survived-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111061961773212686</id><published>2005-03-12T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:29:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the bed of mine with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;happy house flowery bedsheets is infested by gazillion micro-organisms, spreaded by me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;highest temp:40.3 degrees celcius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;muted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;throat and tonsils hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COUGHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blocked nose. &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/7118030-111061961773212686?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111061961773212686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111061961773212686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111061961773212686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111061961773212686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/bed-of-mine-with-pink-happy-house.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111045100184564398</id><published>2005-03-10T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:39:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;went to skool. spread germs everywhere. din wear contacts. can you imagine trying to force bits of plastics into your alreadi tiredd eyes? -.&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/7118030-111045100184564398?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111045100184564398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111045100184564398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111045100184564398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111045100184564398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/went-to-skool.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111037455192728779</id><published>2005-03-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:25:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wells.. since i hardly fall sick, i shall blog about my day as a patient to commemorate the first time i fall sick in 2005 hokay. wells. i guess im one of the last amongst my clique to come down with any form of serious illness. that proves that im the strongest yah? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;anyway, woke up this morning at 2.35, to pay a visit to the loo. i couldnt even get up and walk. nearly peed on the bed. i had to croaked and croaked for my mummy to help me. den take temperature. 39.3 degrees arh. the temperature in which the enzymes in my body has reached its optimum level and might start to denature. lol. slept till 6. woke up and called nilawan, told her i wasnt going to skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;spent the whole day sleeping, but temperature remained at 39 plus. went to the same doctor who gave me the obs check up thing for check up. 2 daes mc. ohh i hate that doctor. he should give 3 wad. den i got early holidae. lol. anyway fridae is primary skool sports day, so nvm la. i doing cip. yupyup. i have so many things left undone. so screwed. bless me.&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/7118030-111037455192728779?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111037455192728779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111037455192728779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111037455192728779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111037455192728779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/wells.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-111008992733584329</id><published>2005-03-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:25:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"A Lonely September"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;just tryin' to think of something to do&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to think of something, anything&lt;br /&gt;just to keep me from thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;But you know it's not working out&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're all that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;One thought of you is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;to leave the rest of the world behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think, the less I believe it&lt;br /&gt;and the more I want you here with me&lt;br /&gt;You know the holidays are coming up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend them alone&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Christmas time with you&lt;br /&gt;will just kill me if I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the smartest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;we just can't seem to get it right&lt;br /&gt;But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar&lt;br /&gt;But with all my inspiration gone it's not getting me very far&lt;br /&gt;I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, baby won't you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;we've got nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to meet you then&lt;br /&gt;we were just kids&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to give you chills&lt;br /&gt;the way that I kiss&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did&lt;br /&gt;No, you didn't mean to love me back&lt;br /&gt;But you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;blog this song up again for the sake of nilawan. she doesnt know the lyrics . oh wait. she knows one fifth of the lyrics, as posted on her blog. lol. and apparently shes crazy over this song now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wells. some background information about this song. hmm. this song was sent to me by, erm, a friend. i did not take much interest to it at first. but later i began listening to it and i actually got seriously hooked by it. the song kept playing all over my head and i had serious cravings for it all the time. thats the time when i sent the song to nilawan and sum others. after that because of sum reasons i never listened to the song again until now, when nil becomes addicted to it. hmm. i guess, it is a song which was once meaningful to me. &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/7118030-111008992733584329?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/111008992733584329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=111008992733584329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/111008992733584329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110994131854497519</id><published>2005-03-04T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:35:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i so totally hate doodleboards. totally. go and die lah! hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*searching for possible tagboards now. i refuse to use shoutbox. AGRH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110994131854497519?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110994131854497519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110994131854497519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110994131854497519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110994131854497519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-so-totally-hate-doodleboards.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110930839972282404</id><published>2005-02-25T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:32:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;speed read this lahh! very short onli. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok study skills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rawkkedd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; RAWKKED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rawkKeD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yupp. not a boring mugging programme. i dont noe wad happened to me but i actualli went up to say my piece. din regret it la. but felt pai sehh afterwards. cos quite a few pple gave me the 0_O look. guess i was talking jibberish on stage. jibberishh. anyways the programme was inspirational and ramesh muthusamy ramasamy was damn hilarious alrights. and cherie could speak so fast that after she finishes we were like o_O? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i salute ramesh for the scolding part. scared the hell out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yahh anyway kudos to the instructors and everyone who was sitting around me for that 3 daes, and to nilawan, sheila, dory, seraphine, renjie, helsa, evan see, evangeline, christine, stanley, benjamin, jeremy, dj (daniel jovann?), christopher and ranen for talking rubbish with me. thanks har. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone gained a realli good experience at the study skills. all the best dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;! (and dudettes) lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110930839972282404?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110930839972282404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110930839972282404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110930839972282404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110930839972282404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/02/speed-read-this-lahh-very-short-onli.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110864381988253282</id><published>2005-02-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:35:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you would know that you (supposedly)changed alot when relatives mistake you for your brother's girlfriend during chinese new year visits. disgusting//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110864381988253282?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110838154751998493</id><published>2005-02-14T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:37:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy valentines dae all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the wierd quotient test/survey wadever. 87 ok. my score is 87. that means im bloody normal ok. or at least more normal than most of my frens ok. so audreyy darling stop calling me wierdd, cos you are wierder than me!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happi valentines dae all again. cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110838154751998493?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110787305265962447</id><published>2005-02-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:30:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blahh chinese new year again. sian. can i skip it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110787305265962447?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110787305265962447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110787305265962447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110787305265962447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110787305265962447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/02/blahh-chinese-new-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110766154254308495</id><published>2005-02-06T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:47:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ok. audrey and matthew. thanks alot lorhh. how would i know that audreyy would be meeting me and matthew only? i tot pple like tsm and syt were bound to come. and thus i became a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;lightbulb&lt;/span&gt;. ok. they din tink that i was one. but i felt like one lahh. that abit wierd couple asked me to watch "shall we dance" with them. yup thoroughly enjoyed the show. EXCEPT. wad the hell do you think audreyy and matthew did during the show? they were staring at me! wtf they were suppose to stare at each other! and throughout at least half of the show they were staring at me and smiling. 0_O? lol. wad were they tinking? tat i was a garguantuan lightbulb emitting non existant light in the dark cinema theatre? lol. ok i shall not be mean. ohh. and during lunch at yoshinoya, audreyy was watching in awe as me and matthew wolf down our mega meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;den after meeting yunting we went for the Orchard of Hope CIP thing. fun? no. tiring? yes. immediately when we reached there, my dear juniors spotted a guy frm MJC whom they think is sooooo shuai and goes mad about him. and summone even went to get his number. me, yunting and jean were allocated to his group. ohh gosh. that guys name is called darren lim. and i dont think hes shuai. but definately above average looking. sad to sae. it was me, syt and jean in his group, whom all three are were not interested in him. we couldnt handle the money bag. so we juz walked wherever the mjc group walked. such "fun". after the fund rasing thing, me, tsm, erin, jiawei, glenn, jun yang, arvin and mark had dinner together. den met audreyy and matthew and jean and syt on the home bound train. nice day all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thus marks the end of my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yeah. one last point. richard gere is soooooo hot. *screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110766154254308495?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110766154254308495/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;passed all my tests so far. thank goodness. triple sciences tes cuming soon. bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole family can't stop humming chinese new year jiggs. lalala. festive season in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my f**king contacts lenses cause my eye to be irritated when i wear them. argh. somebody just shoot me lahh. *bang**. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110725783420280678?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110725783420280678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110725783420280678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110725783420280678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110725783420280678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/02/passed-all-my-tests-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110697131433328526</id><published>2005-01-29T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:01:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*jumps onto the table and dance madly to a jigg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;homework is driving me nuttery nuttery nuttery nuts. y did i use 3 "nuttery"? cos i tink it sounds better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;homework *faints* *sees a small animal* *faints again* ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for those who are interested, yes my mum did go and collect the flying brand 50 cents. but im not sure if she got her full 50 cents coin. maybe the got include 5% of GST so my mum will onli get 47.5 cents right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yeah i like my phone.  onli regrets is that it has no blue tooth, no radio and has a wierd cocked up infrared red system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Volleyball. dont talk about it. i might start to bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i gotta fake a biography of sumbody juz like carissa did. den study for triple sciences test. den for Hcl. in case if theres any surprise test. shooting star is crap of a teacher. shooting star = chinese teacher. tink. wad do you call a shooting star in chinese? i sae. "i wish upon the shooting star. i wish that it would disappear."  oh and social studies test... was wierd. dunno how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;her pple am i boring your pants down already? wells ok. last reminder to myself: JANE TAN YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO SAVE MONEY AND NOT EAT SO MUCH DURING RECESS AND LUNCH BREAK OR YOU SHALL BE FAT! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110697131433328526?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110697131433328526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110697131433328526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110697131433328526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110697131433328526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/jumps-onto-table-and-dance-madly-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110647571755455454</id><published>2005-01-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:21:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;omg this is hilarious. my mum juz found out that she won&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50 CENTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(WOW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;from the flying brand rice. the hongbao is every packet of rice saes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$0.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i nearly died laughing. -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;anyway. got my 6170 todae. cheeros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110647571755455454?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110647571755455454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110647571755455454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110647571755455454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110647571755455454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/omg-this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110622194448318948</id><published>2005-01-20T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:52:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;english: vocab book. find words, meanings and construct sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HCL: composition.workbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E maths: Indices Review (only for jane tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A maths: exercise 9D matrices. sets exercise 1a to 1d. (only for jane tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;biology. woksheets. and more worksheets. hunt them down. find the lost ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;chemistry: review questions.worksheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;physics: workbook. graph of acceleration and velocity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;social studies: "explain the reasons why singapore separated for malaysia in 1965" (12 pts) mindmap on merger and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there goes my long weekend. blahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh. social studies, physics, biology, chemistry and surprise E and A maths tests coming up. blahh. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110622194448318948?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110622194448318948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110622194448318948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110622194448318948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110622194448318948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/homework-english-vocab-book.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110587322270743519</id><published>2005-01-16T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:00:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;embarrassing childhood details. sigh. the gatherings of all my auntys and my mum means the tumbling out of wierd childhood stories. sigh. let me share sum details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;according to the auntys and my parents. i was born a very very super extremely unbelievably ugly baby.-_-. i apparently had a nose which have no flesh and even after my relatives perpetual attempts to pinch my nose, my nose still looked like a peasant's nose. aka chicken backside. they told me "heng arh!, at least now your nose not like backside arh!!" -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;another story which i refuse to believe is that when i was young, i loved playing with poo. -_-. my nanny said that i simply enjoyedd doing that. can you believe it? POO?! EW!!!!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and apparently, when i broke my left arm at the age or 3, i was still happily laughing and running about, not knowing that i broke my arm. they onli found out later when i couldnt reach out to hold my milk bottle. can you believe that kind of rubbish? was i that retarded i cant feel pain?! sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i believe the above are all fabricated stories. except maybe the chicken backside nose. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110587322270743519?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110587322270743519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110587322270743519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110587322270743519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110587322270743519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/embarrassing-childhood-details.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110561659023870685</id><published>2005-01-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:43:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8 periods of sciences todae. 2 periods of A maths. ho. kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;biology practical we looked at cells. im damn skilled at peeling onion's skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;physics practical= no practical. velocity, accerleration. blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a maths test: please let me pass. i did practice at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;biology lesson. more cells. mitochondria are the organelles which does the respiration in a cell. produce a chemical called ATP. mr chan saes that a person's chromosomes can stretch a few time around the EArth. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chemistry lesson was a total havoc. everybody juz anyhow do the experiments. class was in total chaos. mdm sakeena couldnt realli do anything. she made me wear this pair of heidous goggles. alex did sum extremely funny stuff with the chemicals. the substance produced smelt like super glue. big mess made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;class contact. nth much. ate cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fairsian connect; discipline talk. ditto. every year the same old thing. dont steal, dont smoke, dont cheat. this year they even brought in the penal code, aka singapore law and jail terms. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110561659023870685?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110561659023870685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110561659023870685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110561659023870685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110561659023870685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/8-periods-of-sciences-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110525787608246841</id><published>2005-01-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:05:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tml taking height and weight. maybe i should skip dinner tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;will that make me lighter tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh. and i should do 1 hundred star jumps before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;maybe i will grow taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110525787608246841?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110525787608246841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110525787608246841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110525787608246841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110525787608246841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/tml-taking-height-and-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110515638588798415</id><published>2005-01-08T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:49:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;survived through the first week of skools. roughly 40 weeks to go before the end of year holidaes. im counting down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;aye. aniwae, on the brighter note, im happy to be donning the yellow and blue uniform again. niiiiice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;trainings on mondae wednesdae and fridae. ends at 7. ohh.. kill me. how am i going to finish my homework? my dear principal even said that we muz put in at least 4 hours of revision daily. oho! like real. as if i can with the blasted skool programmes she make up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;got my new diary. it looks. EW. the colour and graphics does at least&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the skool's like bloody strict with the attire problem la! got caught for my blouse zip problem and warned about my hair. bloodeh. the teaching community juz dont get the fact that if you zip your blouse all the way up, you will die of suffocation. especially if your blouse is abit small. bloodeh shit. im not going to do anything about my fringe. so wadever. im oso waiting for my skirt, socks and shoes to be caught. so hurry up teachers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dont keep me waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)mr malvin chan [form teacher/ biology] hes ok. quite nice. not too bad, YET.&lt;br /&gt;2) mdm Liu xing [higher chinese] she is so chim.&lt;br /&gt;3) miss yeo li li [E maths/ A Maths] NICE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Mr Lim sin Heng [physic] lame joker. so far ok.&lt;br /&gt;5)Mdm Sakeena [chemistry] suckyna.&lt;br /&gt;6)miss hia [literature] nice.&lt;br /&gt;7) miss christine teo [english] please we not pri school kids. don play name games with us.&lt;br /&gt;8) ??? [social studies] i dont know who teaches me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ohh. and i am sitting next to 3 big time chinese pros in Hcl lessons. ma yong tao, yang jun and zhang fan. they are horny crappers. but they crap in chinese accented mandarin. so i dont get wad they are talking about half the time. but they promised to let me copy during chinese spelling. tsk. tsk. i noe thats wrong. blah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110515638588798415?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110515638588798415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110515638588798415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110515638588798415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110515638588798415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/survived-through-first-week-of-skools.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110475431426733016</id><published>2005-01-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:11:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;first dae of skool, hardly noe more than half the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pple stop laughing at my rat tail. i cant do anything about it la. maybe it will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;discipline talk, principal talk, "intro-yourself-to-teacher" forms. the usual stuff. spell with me. B-O-R-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sigh. lessons commence tomorrow. we will go through the year all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oh yeah. OBS is in may. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110475431426733016?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110475431426733016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110475431426733016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110475431426733016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110475431426733016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-dae-of-skool-hardly-noe-more.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110450403254124796</id><published>2004-12-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T22:45:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the last day of 2004 is finally here. wells.. actually not finally lah.. i mean, this year seemed to pass realli realli fast. faster than 2003, or so i tink.. wadever. cant sae that this is a totally fantastic year, but its not bad either lah.. of course i met new pple this year, got to know more about them, became great friends, hor my darhlings? haha. still, at the same time, pple left my life, i left pples' lives, hopefully not permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i found out wat are the consequences of slacking this year. an average B3/4 for the various papers. hohoho. thank god thank teachers thank everybody that i got into combi 1 for sec 3. wad was i tinking of? slacking so badly before the streaming exams. wells.. i guess, maybe i will not slack animore next year. i sae MAYBE onli. but the temptation to slack is too big. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class this year was great. wells. quiet we are, but we showed that we are not nerds. not being hao lian here ok, but we din onli show academic results right? we won best painting for the racial harmony dae tile painting. we did the best for the sec 2 NAPFA oso right? ha we not nerds lah. ok. sum of us are. or should i sae THEM? haha. tee hee. dont mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for volleyball i got no comments. onli 1 thing to sae. i finally managed to serve nicely, abeit not being consistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh im being so long winded telling everybody stories about my year. should i make new year resolutions? i heard frm sum 1 that resolutions are so cliched. fine. so here are my new year wishes. WISHES. not resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1) pls let me grow just a lil taller. juz a little more. sae.. 4 cm? juz let me hit 1.7m pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;2) yes. a new handphone. i promise i wont lose it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;3) a new handphone contract. FREE INCOMING CALLS. i NEED it badly.&lt;br /&gt;4)no more traumatic haircuts. i sae please to my hair dressers. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;5) vb skills to improve. come on im being practical. which player doesnt want that?&lt;br /&gt;6) that i be happy. which means all that i want happen will happen. cos currently i cannot think of anything more that i want to i muz be more general, abeit more greedy. but wadever la. so hopefully next year i will be happy. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wad im doing now bombarding you with my 2 cents worth of dunno wad. but aniwae, this is the last post of the year so i gotta tok all my 2 cts worth for all i care cos 2004 will never come back right? haix. goodbye 2004. hello 2005. hope that 2005 will not be a heart break. WAD AM I SAYING?? i dunno. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110450403254124796?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110450403254124796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110450403254124796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110450403254124796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110450403254124796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-2004-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110433189562361360</id><published>2004-12-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:52:54.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you seen girls play soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a horrible sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY TRUST ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody juz chase after the ball and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;/strong&gt;&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/7118030-110433189562361360?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110433189562361360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110433189562361360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110433189562361360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110433189562361360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/have-you-seen-girls-play-soccer-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110415904006611289</id><published>2004-12-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:50:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how time flies.. 2 months gone in e blink of  the eye. skool gonna restart again. shucks. currently my bowl of green bean soup is boiling in the kitchen. perhaps it will be ready in half an hour? green beans take a freakingly long time to get cooked. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i totally love serving volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. very shuang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz the other dae on christmas eve, i was at Ngee Ann city. sumbody scared the wits out of me and i went hysterical. practically mad. i ran out of the takashimaya departmental store, knocking down almost all the displays on my way. haiz. in my desperate attemption to get out of the shopping mall, i actually tried the emergency exit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i set the fire alarm off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. omg. i was strangely calm though. the whole world was like staring at me. -_-. i went to apologise to the security guard. the wierd but kind security guard actually smiled and said it was ok. den wish me "merry christmas" summore. heng arh. and to the idiot who scared me, i say to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELL DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week is filled with volleyball. trainings on mondae, wednesdae and thursdae. tuesdae go play volleyball with the primary skool students at nan hua pri. you noe, muz bridge good contact with dem, so that they will cum to fmss when the are of  secondary skool age. den they can play for fairfield. so "jian zhao" right? we are not the onli one whos doing that ok. heck. im afraid that the primary skool kiddies play better than me. maybe i should juz go dere and play catching with dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this message is to nilawan cheng. its a threat. a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. you better keep your promise and go out with me on thursdae. you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green bean soup still not ready yet, but i gtg. so ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110415904006611289?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110415904006611289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110415904006611289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110415904006611289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110415904006611289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110390155545211571</id><published>2004-12-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:25:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okies im here to update and tell everybody about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. for those who din go la. or din stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erms.. about 15 pple turn up for the chalet. or izzit 20? i dunno.. sum where around dere i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;of course we had barbecue. had food.sum of dem went roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets describe the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;the main part of it with the beds, is actually a small square room. measuring 4m by 4m. approx.&lt;br /&gt;den got 2 beds. and 2 mattresses. and a fridge. and a tv. jeremy brought his X box to plug to the tv. the x box is bloody heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who stayed behind are: jane(me), xinyi, evan see, jeremy, stanley and benjamin. not many.&lt;br /&gt;the boys played X MEN on the X box till 4 plus a.m. at 1, evan see asks me to go beach with her. so we went.-_-". when we were away, sum of evan's frens who was oso staying at the chalet, turn up at our door. they are MGS girls. den one of dem ask jeremy, who opened the door, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if he could rate her hotness in 10 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. jeremy close the door in her face. -_-. evan's guy friend frm st patrick's visited her frm home at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. den they go beach together. haha. everyone slept at around 5. the 3 girls shared the 2 beds. stanley slept on 1 mattress. jeremy and benjamin share the other. jeremy had to curl up to sleep. evan said he look like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAKED LAMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. -_-""""" OMG. benjamin said jeremy was sleeping in a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;foetal position, waiting to be born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out at 1030 the next dae. jeremy had to stuff the whole x box in his bag. i tink the bag weighed like at least 20 kg. -_-. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;lots of evan see's stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is with me. pls evan. come collect dem. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110390155545211571?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110390155545211571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110390155545211571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110390155545211571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110390155545211571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/okies-im-here-to-update-and-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110355128376992743</id><published>2004-12-20T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:01:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;REALLY LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;jia jia liang teh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FETISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110355128376992743?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110355128376992743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110355128376992743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110355128376992743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110355128376992743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-really-like-jia-jia-liang-teh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110336704440878776</id><published>2004-12-18T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:50:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hihi. me went to stay at my cousin's hse. din get a chance to blog. bought a few pieces of clothes the last few daes. to replenish my pathetically empty cupboard. bought everything one size bigger, juz in case i grow fatter/taller/bigger/rounder/wadever. i suffer from fast growing syndrome. ok lame.  wadever. skools starting in 2 weeks time. i havent slack enough. din do maths problems.m din do holiday homework. ARGH!!! WAD AM I GONNA DO??? ARGGGHH SUM ONE KILL ME!!! ARGH! IM GONNA DIE!! ARGH!!!!!. ok siao. aniwae, class chalet this wed. whos going? tell me. hahas.  im boredd. love ya all. byes! muacks! ew. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110336704440878776?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110336704440878776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110336704440878776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110336704440878776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110336704440878776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110274937159524501</id><published>2004-12-11T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:56:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today im going do up yet another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;self-centered post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Let me first start with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the things that i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall first start with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my favourite food and drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite drink is... tadda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/Jj.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JIA JIA LIANG TEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends of mine should know that I have a certain &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obsession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the herbal drink.&lt;br /&gt;They tink that im crazy. Y would anyone drink that? Hor Nilawan darling?&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae I onli drink the less sugar type, not the junior one shown in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find the less sugar cans pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my favourite food is less well-known. It is...*drum roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/greenbean.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN BEAN SOUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eaten and cooked with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sago(aka lizard eggs lookalike)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/toiletbowl.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. not that I like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toilet bowl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But too much of JJ liang the and green beans, means that you need the toilet to poo poo! Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*note that i used &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to colour the word "toilet bowl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, im really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the following form of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/skooluniform.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;SCHOOL UNIFORM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pic is not accurate enough to show the beauty of the uniform. Coz I drew it.&lt;br /&gt;Look like a p 3 pupil drew it. But its not easy to draw using the paint program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, needless to say, my favourite sport is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/VolleyBall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOLLEYBALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad more can I say? Even though I totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of jane tan's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;totally self-centered post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, part 1. we shall end with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;anime picture of professor remus lupin of harry potter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, whom she tinks is totally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The picture is hot. Not the actor in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/lupin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7118030-110274937159524501?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110274937159524501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110274937159524501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110274937159524501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110274937159524501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-im-going-do-up-yet-another-self.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110240354702620716</id><published>2004-12-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:12:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not gonna frown anymore! anybody who see me frowning, please whack me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110240354702620716?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110240354702620716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110240354702620716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110240354702620716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110240354702620716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-not-gonna-frown-anymore-anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110230850100504178</id><published>2004-12-06T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:46:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life's terrible. horrible. no good. very bad. life sucks. theres always this empty feeling lingering in me. i tried so hard to get myself accepted. i learnt to be nice. i learnt to see things from other's perspective. i learnt to be friendly, sociable, or at least more than what i used to be. but am i accepted? i am not sure myself. i have lovely good friends, who i believe are genuinely my very good friends. i like them alot. i hope they feel the same. sheila, and nilawan, i thank you two for being my very good friends. i often feel a very high level of inferiority, i walked around school, never lifting my head to look around. in the past, i could not keep eye contact with whoever im talking to, i am not sure why. but i just cannot keep an eye contact. i guess i just do not want that person to see me, or even feel my existence.but wad i did not think of is that the person who would still be talking to me, would think that i am not interested in what he or she has to say. i used to always frown and look very buay song. in short, i intimidate people. i guess. now i force myself to keep an eye contact with people when i talk to them, always reminding myself that even if i dont look at them, they will still see me. so why not just look at them. i learnt to let go of my frown. i tried to smile. but still, i believe many people out there who do not know me, still judge me by whats superficial. my class, my results, my looks, my cca. not that im even good at those listed.often i look into the mirror, staring at the reflection of myself, wondering why the hell am i standing there, and who is this person, whose body i feel so trapped in. i have troubles in my life, but i never seem to be able to really share them with anybody. i always have this thought that people will not take me seriously, or perhaps, i will be even more down trodden if i shared. i have tried to appear happy, laming and crapping around. sometimes i really am happy. the times i spend with my good friends. i must ask my friends to forgive me. i realised that you people noticed my bouts of mood swings, which is what you people call them. in school i try to appear the happiest i can be. but its just that sometimes, insecurities and inferiority eats me up. i start to feel terribly stiffy all over, i really wish to evaporate on the spot. i feel ashamed of myself. no. im not phychotic. i appear to be abit problematic in school, which is what i really am. problematic. mr kwa seems to be the only teacher who can understand with what i am talking about.there was a period of time when i nearly went berserk, with all my problems, my lack of enthusiasium in studies, and the school. i am not a lousy student. im not trying to be arrogant, but i can study. im not overly kinestatic. in fact, i am an audio learner. i care about what my teacher says, but i just cannot get myself to self study. especially during the period of End Of Year exams. thats how my results were rubbish.blah. im not good with words, hence unable to decribe how i feel in to airy fairy paragraphs. but in short, i dont feel like living on this earth. i want to evaporate. no i wont kill myself cause i will not go to heaven in that way. i sincerely hope that next year i would be better. that i can FACE people better. that i can make friends in my class. with sheila and nilawan in 3F, i dont know what im going to do. life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a very self-centered post. just ignore. IGNORE lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haiz. you cant read what im typing anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110230850100504178?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110230850100504178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110230850100504178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110230850100504178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110230850100504178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/lifes-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110225779002603977</id><published>2004-12-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:43:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;okies. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;changed my blogskin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br.&lt;&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i noe. its typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;surfing and bikini girl again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i chose it cos of the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; cool billabong logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the bottom right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its the time of the year when i get new skool stuff&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saw a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nice billabong sling bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nice fila bag pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nike one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant make up my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. erps. nvm. we shall see shouldnt we. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110225779002603977?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110225779002603977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110225779002603977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110225779002603977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110225779002603977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110206508186190893</id><published>2004-12-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T17:23:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/taufik.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE is the singapore idol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he rawks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;not that i realli idolise him. but i juz think that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hes better than sylvester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;isnt he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i tink he is lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;dont agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;lets argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i jus prefer taufik over sly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;he gave a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brilliant performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao. tell me if theres any disagreements!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAUFIK RAWKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110206508186190893?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110206508186190893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110206508186190893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110206508186190893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110206508186190893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/12/he-is-singapore-idoland-he-rawksnot.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110172858064448696</id><published>2004-11-29T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:43:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im very happy now. cos i finally decided to keep my hair long again. yay!&lt;br /&gt; heck. i din even noe why i cut it short in the first place. but im happy now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i gonna keep it back! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone saes that im&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dead,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos i chose to take lit next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supposedly very diificult. oh. im dead. oh. oh. oh. and i lost my dear booklist too.&lt;br /&gt;im even more dead.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cheeros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; no books. no study. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my contacts todae. cost $400 sing dollars. thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand wearing specs during training. it will either fall off.&lt;br /&gt;or get knocked down by the ball. whotz. heck. contacts will be ready&lt;br /&gt;in about 2 weeks. yay. no more cock eye injuries. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt. never to trust pple you dunno well.&lt;br /&gt;that includes pple i never seen before or never talk much to.&lt;br /&gt;ive learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whootz wadever. im happy now! cos ive decided to keep my hair. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110172858064448696?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110172858064448696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110172858064448696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110172858064448696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110172858064448696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-very-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110156154235734392</id><published>2004-11-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T21:19:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>miss koh is now mrs yeo.&lt;br /&gt;all girls wore skirts to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeo looked super chio.&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo look like mr cameron yaw.&lt;br /&gt;we all received apples as door gifts.&lt;br /&gt;i stole stanley's apple and ate it during the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;the songs they sang during the ceremony all very unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;i stood dere and stoned abit. guilty. wheetz.&lt;br /&gt;buffet was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;stanley and benjamin made fun of me cos dey tink i eat alot.&lt;br /&gt;hello?! at least i don gain much weight ok.&lt;br /&gt;you pple oso eat alot wad. purposely wear baggy clothes so can eat more oso right?&lt;br /&gt;and jeremy look over-dressed. long sleeve brown shirt.&lt;br /&gt; hes not the one getting married todae lorh.&lt;br /&gt;buffet was good. loved the tarts. everything's nice.&lt;br /&gt;yupz. thats all. ciao~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110156154235734392?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110156154235734392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110156154235734392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110156154235734392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110156154235734392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/miss-koh-is-now-mrs-yeo.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110147969738488481</id><published>2004-11-26T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:34:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darn bloody fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn bloody tiring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we had training frm 8 to 1 on the first dae. den 4.30 to 8pm. den at night got a talk frm miss tay. talk about the usual target setting for next year and our training attitude and stuff. oh. and she taught us a new skill called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visualisation,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which is to tink and to have mental images in you head. it is, in other words, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day dreaming, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;except put in a better form of words. kae. gotto admit. the food provided at the camp was pretty good. though abit spicy. shower time damn shoik. nobody fight for toilet. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*surprising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we slept at 12 plus at night. this very morning, we were woken up by the loud echoes of the NCC boys doing their early morning roll call. there were shouting at an unglory timing of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.30am!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sian.. we got up, washed, den at 6.30, went for our &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3KM run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and after that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chiong up a 14 storey block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! omg. den had&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of training. tiring? not yet. after lunch we had games and play captain's ball, volleyball and "pa jiao" with my seniors who came back. arrived home safely at 5.30pm. wheets. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7118030-110147969738488481?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110147969738488481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110147969738488481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110147969738488481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110147969738488481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-from-camp-it-was-darn-bloody-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110119738575931800</id><published>2004-11-23T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:09:45.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so bored my bloody brains are gonna get bored out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz cannot narate my daily happenings down one by one cause my brain cannot function to remember them. does that make my blog boring? i don even noe how many people reads it. but does blogging about daily affairs make a blog interesting? my blog alwaes seem to revolve about how i feel and wad i tink, instead of things that happen to me. perhaps its because i am less outgoing and i don meet so many new pple, i hardly go out, and perhaps im shy. OMG wad am i saying. me? shy? NOT REALLY. oh yea. ok. let me review wad i did on sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at my cousin's house all dae till we visited parco bugis junction in the evening. then we went to eat ramen.i already had dinner at my cousin's, but i went ahead anywae. i ate 2 upsized bowl of wonton ramen at the restaurant, not counting various other side dishes. in other words, i ate alot.ALOT. my stomach was like bulging. i was disgusted by my own humongous appetite and greed. so EW. den i went to trim my hair. i gotta admit. i have one of the wierdest hairstyles on Earth. my 2 big chiobu cousins wanted to take neoprints, so i was dragged along. we spent 18 dollars on the pics. i look positively plain next to the 2 dua chiobus. life can be so unfair. haha. den? can you guess where we went after that? we went HOME.wad an interesting dae. =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, i tried to narate about my dae. was it interesting? i doubt so.EW. wadever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, miss koh's wedding is this saturdae, and THERES A BUFFET!. not that its a big deal, but my darling frens wanted to skip the wedding at first when they thought that there was no buffet. HA! oh. and camp is thurs and fri. ohhhhh......):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110119738575931800?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110119738575931800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110119738575931800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110119738575931800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110119738575931800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-so-bored-my-bloody-brains-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110092257400194100</id><published>2004-11-20T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:03:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im bored. 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Im bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored.Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored. Im bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im bored. 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Im bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; my&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt; i prefer &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;taufik&lt;/span&gt; to sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whee im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;with a capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can you tell that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110092257400194100?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110092257400194100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110092257400194100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110092257400194100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110092257400194100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110078823902615661</id><published>2004-11-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:30:39.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life revolves around training and sleeping in, so boring rightt. so its mon, wed and fri got training, tue, thurs and sat for sleeping in. sunday for rest and recreation. liddat holidays sure pass damn fast one hor. ooookae. i watched 3 movies in the last 4 days. princess diaries 2, forgotten and the Incredibles (!!!). the Incredibles totally rawks. haha.my life's boring, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with a capital&lt;/span&gt; B. haha. that comment highlighted in green seems to be very widely used nowadays.. pple using &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"with a capital"&lt;/span&gt; to emphasise how much they mean something. HAHA. i lifted from others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you are not even sure of wad you yourself want,  is it fair for you to make decisions that not only concern yourself, but will also affect other pple's life as well? not realli right? you tell someone that this and that might happen, the person believes you, and awaits wad you had said to happen. Den, wad if wad you said before, cannot happen? because you are not even sure if you want it to happen in the first place? wad happen to the poor person/people? he/she/they believed in wad you said. they waited. they wasted their time? and he/she/they are not given wad they gave their time and patience for. but, wad if you have to make the decision? wad if you dont want to upset anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i am saying. im going bonkers. my alradi pathetic brain cannot take cheem stuff. ciao.~!&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i am the most contradictive person on earth. cheeros~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110078823902615661?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110078823902615661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110078823902615661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110078823902615661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110078823902615661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-life-revolves-around-training-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110052162318313585</id><published>2004-11-15T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:41:13.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE TAN IS THE MOST FICKLE MINDED, CONTRADICTIVE AND IRONIC PERSON ON EARTH! SHE CANNOT MAKE UP HER MIND IN EVERYTHING SHE DOES!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110052162318313585?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110052162318313585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110052162318313585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110052162318313585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110052162318313585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/jane-tan-is-most-fickle-minded.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-110009207833017261</id><published>2004-11-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:07:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ArGh. damn. Get lOSt. Bam. its driving me crazy. grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad are frenships for? if frenships fade juz because 2 pple don tok for like, juz for 1 week plus? den how strong is that friendship? seems that sum frenships are onli strong when they have each other for company isnt it? wells. i see. totally superficial. oh. and i apparently have mood swings. and i dont noe it. good. frens, if i misbehave or, on any accounts, have "mood swings" in the future, rap me hard on my head, tell me to "wake up Jane!!!!".  be rest assured that i wont murder you.  wheeee.. ok. hahaz. all the best folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-110009207833017261?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/110009207833017261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=110009207833017261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110009207833017261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/110009207833017261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109991795226806792</id><published>2004-11-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:45:52.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;riiight. its out. i m in 3E 2005. WoOtz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yep. its triple sciences. with lit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;darn i should have chosen geog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i left behind all my pals in 2A. darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dunno why they suddenly change the classes thing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;expected triple sciences to be A or B class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i seem to not noe so many pple frm my class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nth much to sae now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oh ya. bought the new princess diaries book. purely out of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;not cos i realli like the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;35 bucks kae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;comes with this wierd princessy diary stuff and a fluffy furry pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;pink. the pen is pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;will never be caught using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;im giving it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;how nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WoOtz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109991795226806792?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109991795226806792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109991795226806792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109991795226806792'/><link 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but to me its quite a challenge.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but now i noe how to put everything right in place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; yay.. hahaz.. nilawan cheng i can laugh at you alreadi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i use blogspot, you use xanga! haa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you suppose to be better dan mi at html!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; i failed I.S. remember? hAa! jk la. no offence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; tml streaming results cuming out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; not optimistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;wOoTZ. cIAo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109983502975706698?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109983357218270958</id><published>2004-11-07T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:59:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/Trance-fmss/grouppic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109983357218270958?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109983357218270958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109983357218270958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109983357218270958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109983357218270958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109966333413793776</id><published>2004-11-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:02:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sittin' here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;just tryin' to think of something to do&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to think of something, anything&lt;br /&gt;just to keep me from thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;But you know it's not working out'&lt;br /&gt;cause you're all that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;One thought of you is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;to leave the rest of the world behind&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back/but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think, the less I believe it&lt;br /&gt;and the more I want you here with me&lt;br /&gt;You know the holidays are coming up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend them alone&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Christmas time with you&lt;br /&gt;will just kill me if I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the smartest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;we just can't seem to get it right&lt;br /&gt;But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar&lt;br /&gt;But with all my inspiration gone&lt;br /&gt;it's not getting me very far&lt;br /&gt;I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, baby won't you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;we've got nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to meet you then&lt;br /&gt;we were just kids&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to give you chills&lt;br /&gt;the way that I kiss&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did&lt;br /&gt;No, you didn't mean to love me back&lt;br /&gt;But you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-lonely september&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109966333413793776?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109966333413793776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109966333413793776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109966333413793776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109966333413793776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-sittin-here-all-by-myself-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109948822506133690</id><published>2004-11-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:24:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;i decided to post again. i want to comment on my current mental state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i seemed to be more of a scatterbrain den wad i normally am. and thats bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;normally i juz leave my water bottle, books, wallet, handphone, lying around den forgetting to take dem away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;sometimes i forget to put on my skirt after training, den juz walk home in my nike shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;den i will leave the skirt behind in skool.. den sum1, normally yunting, will have to collect for mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so is that considered having a bad brain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;wells.. its getting worse.. my alreadi pathetic brain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i walked right into a mud hole this bright and sunny morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;den i alwaes trip and fall over stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oh.. and i even trip over my own feet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;not that they are super huge and gargantuan. but.. i have the special capability of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nothing to be proud of .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;many things have been going thru my pathetic brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;flashes of images go thru my brain every second, making me even more pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;can you imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a puny brain like mine, alreadi pathetic, being cramped with even more stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;sick sick sick. oh. yah. i have decided to cut down on my carbohydrate intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i realised i actualli take in a lot of rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;that will make me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am i fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooh i dunno.. wadever.. its better to maintain a healthy weigt isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaz.. gtg.. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109948822506133690?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109948822506133690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109948822506133690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109948822506133690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109948822506133690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-decided-to-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109948552588299739</id><published>2004-11-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:38:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;found out that coach wasnt joking when he said that training would get tougher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;we rolled ("fan gun") so many laps across the hall. bruised myself everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;we got the sports hall of the singapore polytechnic to be sparking clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its US who got it clean. US. not the indian old man who works as cleaner dere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i wonder wad the guy has been doing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;my yellow shirt was black when we finished. and the dustbin's got a wierd smell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;lalala..  someone teach mi how to add music to my blog leh.. please? hahaz.. chiao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109948552588299739?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109948552588299739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109948552588299739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109948552588299739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109948552588299739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/found-out-that-coach-wasnt-joking-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109931945233763111</id><published>2004-11-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:30:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;whoa todae so scared arh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;coach threaten us. sae wad training gonna get super tough. omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hahaz. todae c girls 1st match against PHS.  don wory bout losing or wining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its more important that you are gaining the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;worried bout the streaming results. haiz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dear miss lim, juz gif mi one more chance to prove myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;aiyoh..  i confirm will kenna separated frm my frens this year one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;haiz. i love 2A yeah. uh huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To dear 2A peeps'2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you pple made my year a wonderful one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i noe i not as smart as you all lah. so i should be going down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but doesnt matter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you pple are alwaes in my thots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;aiyoh so sweet and touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;my fellow nerds got kenna diabetes anot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hahaz. i so BHB. i am lah. wadever. all the best yah? uh huh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109931945233763111?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109931945233763111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109931945233763111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109931945233763111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109931945233763111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/11/whoa-todae-so-scared-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109897438332882064</id><published>2004-10-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:50:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past year in 2a, i made realli good frens.&lt;br /&gt;they made me walk out of a stage of loneliness to become a better person. I love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Heres to mention a few of them. hahaz.. Honourable Mention woRz.. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the cute &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NILAWAN CHENG&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;you have brought laughter and smiles to my life,&lt;br /&gt;letting mi face up to the good and bright lights of life, i thank you for being so nice.&lt;br /&gt;you are alwaes so smart&lt;br /&gt;den alwaes act so BHB liddat.. hahaz.. kae la.. you are cute.. you sea one. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the amazing toileteer&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHEILA LOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you alwaes have this super steady pace in everything you do, i seemed to be alwaes rushing you. *bleah&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for alwaes being so kan chiong. heez&lt;br /&gt;i simply love that water bottle of yours. its b-e-a-utiful.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the amazing toking fish on Earth, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dory aka DOREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you are one of the lamest and funniest persons i noe. your company is amazing. whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i expect your fishy gills are in a shade of hot *&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;* whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i guess, except that problem about mi having "mood swings", i am likeable? hahaz jk la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you rawk manz fishy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;J.I.B.S brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you guys are are so funny i tink you can go form the next teletubbies or sth.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;got the height difference summore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;issac can be tinky winky, ben is dipsy, stan is lala, den jeremy is po.. whoa.. so cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hahaz.. but seriously, you guys' lame jokes and crappy antics can realli make my dae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FinNy the shark fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you obsession with that pair of flamingo legs realli freak mi out.. *sHAkes hEad*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but still, your blur waes are very amusing and cute in a wae lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;all the best with you and that pair of flamingo legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Joey the bongie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thanks for being so lameass, and making mi muse over wierd stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5 pathetics dudes association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thank you for teaching me maths sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;very nice of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but hor you pple's perfect grades make mi feel inferior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;no time to mention all.. but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To all of my frens frm 2A 04, you guys rawked my year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i guess we will most probably separate next year will you will all be fondly remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i apologise for all my wierd antics and stuff.. and "mood swings"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i realli will miss you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;all e best. hugs and kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109897438332882064?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109897438332882064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109897438332882064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109897438332882064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109897438332882064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/10/over-past-year-in-2a-i-made-realli.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109886084285702851</id><published>2004-10-27T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:13:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okie i got my report book.. despite my absymal final year results, i still did ok.. not good la.. juz ok onli.. i dropped like 9 positions in class frm mid year.. and 20 positions in the level.. onli can blame myself wad... my maths arh.. aiyoh no comments arh.. hahaz.. mum not very happi.. keep giving mi that buay song look.. aiyah.. sorree lah.. haiz.. worry about whether i will get A maths next year.. wadever la.. not that i can do anything.. all depends on miss lim...tml last dae of skool.. thanksgiving.. now i tink i ought to give thanks for not doing that badly.. tml feng shuo bdae, so happi bdae! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.... *BleAh*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109886084285702851?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109886084285702851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109886084285702851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109886084285702851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109886084285702851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/10/okie-i-got-my-report-book.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109860264672138721</id><published>2004-10-24T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:24:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The results came out.. the onli word that i can sae is "fuck".. dammit i did seriously badly.. didnt fail anything.. but maths i got 50.. actualli didnt get 50.. at first its 49.. budden the teachers pity all those fail by 1 point one so gif it to us loh.. i tink that they damn guilty conscious lah.. set blardie difficult paper, tat ganesan still got the cheek to smile so widely.. and that mr ho still have the audacity to ask, "so how was the paper?", and den grin. that is blatantly cheapskate of them. onli subjects that i did ok was chinese, english and arts. damned.. lousy. the whole sec 2 and sec 3 cohort apparently did veri badly, so tell me, why do teachers purposely set the papers fucking difficult and make us fail, den blame us for doing badly in them? ok. i confess. i didnt study hard. but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven fill in streaming form yet.. dunno where i will go next year with my absymal results.. probably combi 3 or sth.. hopefully my 1st semester marks will pull me up and let me scrape by.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter mode.. training has started.. which means more fun, but oso more muscle aches and stuff.. least i don have to worry bout my weight.. bLeaH lAme.. oh yeah.. next mondae and tues are the las 2 daes of skool.. plus wed is parent meet teachers. damned. i dunno wad my mum will sae when she see the report book arh. scarly her face turn green. whoa.. die liao.  next thursdae thanksgiving.. nth much to tahnk about.. considering how pathetic i am now.. i am now a low life form.. bleah. todae is nilawan's 14th bdae, so happy birthday to nil! lalala. oh.. and next thursdae is feng shuo's bdae, so happy bdae oso! dammit i am still fucking worried about the streaming exercise thing. knn. wad if i realli go combine science? damned.. riiight.. so now all i can do is to juz stay at home and laze around.. nth to do.. oh did i mention? i have been eating loads of instant noodles. sudden addiction. tut tut.. not healthy.. fuck, i am toking rubbish like crazy.. yah all the best to everybody.. pray for the streaming exercise.. dammit.. drats. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109860264672138721?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109860264672138721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109860264672138721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109860264672138721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109860264672138721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/10/results-came-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109799538957151914</id><published>2004-10-17T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:43:09.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all right frens.. esp those from fmss.. if you have todae's sunday times, please turn to page 8 of the main set. on it is half a page of report on the anti fmss web that someone created.. dunno fairsian or not..  and if i may add my 2 cents worth of comments, the report write alreadi is equals to never write.. cos it doesnt offer any solutions or sth.. and the sole purpose of it seemed to be defending the school's reputation. nothing wrong about that. note that miss lim quoted sth like "The website's content doesnt represent the current reality of the school anyway..." well mates, you should decide.. oh.. and the reporters spoke to 5 students.. note that the students didnt sae "no comments.." as we were urged to sae, but instead, critisize the website saying that its rubbish.. hmmmm.. wellz.. juz something to think about lah.. nothing much.. i veri bo liao thats why type this.. i hope i wont be sued for "defamation", as mentioned in the report, after all, all that i have said is not untrue and exaggerated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109799538957151914?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109799538957151914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109799538957151914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109799538957151914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109799538957151914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-right-frens.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109791263426411488</id><published>2004-10-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:43:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yay.exams are over!lets tok about the various papers den.. english,chinese should be ok.. but science paper was fucking difficult. i tink i wrote rubbish. maths.. the subject i oh-so-needed to score in, dammit i didnt complete the second fucking paper. geography.. dunno wats its toking about. miss koh actually told us to study redundant subjects. knn. onli oilspill, deforestation,air pollution and stuff came out.. why the hell did she ask us to study increasing arable land and land reclamation? these topics take up a huge part of the chapters loh.. knn.. think about it, if she gave us the right topics, much time wouldnt have been wasted. hey, which is the country in mid east that is flowing with oil? saudi arabia right? if i got that right, kudos to the princess diaries bk man.. where tina hakim baba comes from.. watever.. dammit the fucking streaming forms come alreadi.. that means muz choose soon.. dammit.. see the exams liddat how to go my prefered stream.. all these damned exams did take its toll on mi.. i started to fall asleep everywhere i go.. darn.. not feeling too well now oso.. darn.. lalala.. watever loh.. oh yea.. miss lim noes about the anti fairfield website set up by some pple of much goodwill in our midst (in skool la..)watever la.. she sae newspaper wan to report on it or sth.. so keep a lookout on tml's sunday times or sth loh.. y am i saying this? i am not a fanatic fairsian.. yup.. affliated as i was, i chose to come in for my frens and the amazing uniform (i tink lah).. kae quite stupid lah.. got better skool den dowan to go.. den cum and regret now.. but at least the uniform is worth it lah.. hahaz.. wtf.. haiz.. now worry bout the results.. watever.. hmph.. we shall see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109791263426411488?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109791263426411488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109791263426411488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109791263426411488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109791263426411488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109706139666334225</id><published>2004-10-06T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:46:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah wells.. turned 14 todae.. yay.. hahaz.. not much celebrations.. after all its near the exams.. hmph.. thank you to dory, Sheila, Kimberley and yunting for the presents.. and to the rest oso, for the birthday blessings and all. Really.. thank you.. as for my bdae wish, I wish for world peace! Yea.. world peace! Haha.. sound so pageant like.. sick.. really muz start mugging already.. I don dare to see my ppr for this term’s maths manz.. I don tink I can take the extreme disappointment and worriedness for my maths exam.. haix.. walk one step, see one step loh.. wells.. 365 more days and I will be 15 yrs old! Yay! Ah wells.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109706139666334225?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109706139666334225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109706139666334225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109706139666334225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109706139666334225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/10/ah-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109655051427373372</id><published>2004-09-30T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:48:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haha. Felt that it was time to blog. Sick.exams in like 11 daes and I am not making any attemptions to study. Y? everydae muz stay back for art, projects and stuff.. den go home feel like slacking. Veri tired. Haix. Whatever. So Jane, if you don’t get good grades for the EOF, blame no one except yourself! You disgusting sloth and lazy creature.&lt;br /&gt;Haix.. these daes I getting scarier and scarier.. dunno izzit stress or not.. shouldn’t be wat.. I haven’t been studying.. I am guilty of that kae.. veri guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Haix.. todae I did sth very great.. mani pple said I did a great job. I attempted to strangle JEFFREY KWOK! And I beat him up! HOHOHOHAHAHAHOHOHO!!! Well done jane!!! Well done!! Yay! Kae.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn nutsy in skool todae. Wat does nusty mean? I really behaved like a nutter. A total nutter. I wanted to destroy skool facilities, yelled vulgarities, beat pple up,scream and shout, kick and kill. Yeah.. that’s what I wanted to do.. bdae in a week’s time. hOoTZ.. oh yeah.. I am a fiery young girl. Mr kwa sae one. So yay.. haix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109655051427373372?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109655051427373372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109655051427373372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109655051427373372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109655051427373372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109602578429492678</id><published>2004-09-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:49:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kae.. here I am blogging again. Exams are cuming and I haven even started any revision.. haiz.. todae I did my Chinese test. Whoa was it difficult manz. I actually started hyperventilating mid way. You noe wat? Mr kwa actually gets the compre part from china test papers! Hey mr kwa? You noe the standard different? I not so smart to do china paper loh.. kae. Todae will be the last dae I will see sumbody. Kae. To those who noe wat I am toking about, shhhhh….. ok? Don’t raise it up in skool kae! Well ok. I cant deny that I was disappointed. Really. Cos for 8 mths, that sumbody didn’t do anything.. not that I wanted anything, I juz wanted to see how much guts that sumbody had. Now I got the answer. NONE. Kae. Disappointing. Fine. Aniwae I wont see that gutless person ever again, so whatever-_-“. I dunno0 why but my anti Fairfield spirits are running veri high lately. Mr kwa actually calls mi a fiery young girl. Like: WaT tHE?! wOoTz. Felt so damn terrible these few daes. Esp when I my bdae is juz around the corner but my frens and I wont be celebrating it for the same pathetic reason every year. Exams. Haix.. feel terrible. Kae. More nt time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109602578429492678?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109602578429492678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109602578429492678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109602578429492678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109602578429492678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/09/kae.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109551471742639983</id><published>2004-09-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T14:51:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hihi! jane tan is finally blogging dory! wootz. skools started obviously. cca stopped. no volleyball. gonna get fat.haiz.. crappy. lots of hw? ok lah. juz that fucking art haven do. to hell with mdm lim. and that humji person. haix. y cant he juz tok? you noe. speak up. jane tan is officially going to be vulgar. vulgarities rawk! woooohooo! heh heh. oh yea.. nilawan, your secret is safe with mi! hahaz.. but i damn tempted to spill.. nut i wont! i am trustworthy hor! oh yea..my hair growing longer le.. yay! i will keep it, till nxt year. wont cut it anymore. i tink. see i update once in a blue moon, very hard to keep track of my life mah.. so not much about my life right.. well.. den i tok about wat i tink and how i feel loh.. kae. right now i am bored. thats all. oh. and i want to visit the loo. yah thats all. oh, and i am hungry. havent had dinner lah. kk.. more nt time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109551471742639983?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109551471742639983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109551471742639983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109551471742639983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109551471742639983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/09/hihi-jane-tan-is-finally-blogging-dory.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109456373982783149</id><published>2004-09-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:28:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! congrats! i can blog again! out of a sudden manz.. hackz.. todae wen for 2 movies.. both wif nil lah. 13 going on 30 and cinderella story woah.. hee hee.. oh yah.. bought a black wallet todae..  to replace my alreadi torn black plastic one. that plastic wallet i bought for 30 bucks and lasted for onli 4 months before breaking.. darn.. hopefully this time i have more luck. hootz.. uh huh.. yah.. i didnt do well for L1R5.. as usual.. ALL BECAUSE OF THAT FUCKING MATHS! i got 4a1s, 1a2 and 1c6! woah! am i doomed to getting 12 pts forever? its the 4th time alreadi! since sec 1! dammit! i juz cant take it! maths! wat have i done to you that you muz do that to mi? you foul, you evil disgusting brute! ew!!!!! riiiiiight.. now i have let sum steam off.. hahaz.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109456373982783149?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109456373982783149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109456373982783149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109456373982783149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109456373982783149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-congrats-i-can-blog-again-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109382975272899185</id><published>2004-08-30T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:35:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. now is another computer lesson. I.S. hoho. todae we can work ourselves. right the ca3 results are out lah. i got 4 a1s so far. for sci, geog, eng and chi. haiz the rest of the subjects no hope. art die. no artistic genes. home econs die. cant cook. maths, i don want to tok about it. haz. now pple in class watching happy tree friends and laughing so happily. gosh. a bunch of sickos. but i am one of dem. yay! now i can onli update maybe once a week. sad lah. but wadever. oh yea.. the past week was quite fun, i managed to unearth quite a few secrets. woah! geez. hmph. i still havent receive ani news. bud wadever. yea.. and i am now convinced that my hair will grow ack. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109382975272899185?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109382975272899185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109382975272899185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109382975272899185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109382975272899185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109382670814940071</id><published>2004-08-30T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T08:45:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. i am now in skool. cant update at home. bloody com has sth that blocks blogger. i went to skool. my hair wasnt that bad la. but i noe that it was bad cause quite a few pple told mi not to worry. it will grow. *blEah! watever. gtg. lesson ending bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109382670814940071?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109382670814940071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109382670814940071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109382670814940071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109382670814940071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/hi_30.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109351607538706682</id><published>2004-08-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:28:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;please. i beg all of you. don laugh at my hair. juz dont. i cant take another blow. and i am NOT a BUTCH. no matter how much i look like a guy. I am NOT a BUTCH.thanx.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109351607538706682?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109351607538706682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109351607538706682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109351607538706682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109351607538706682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/please.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109326706737481168</id><published>2004-08-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:17:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. todae is one of those daes when i received so many shocks of my life. first one iz not a big shock. its of course about seetoh 's rumour. the rumour has been going around class.. haha. soooo fun. next shock i cannot sae. so i shall get over it. but this particular shock almost left mi hypervantilating. it was so unexpected. but it doesnt concern mi so its ok. heez. thrid shock is that i found out that volleyballers are going snookling. at where? at a swimming pool. omg. well, oh yah, the very first shock i received todae was that my mum forgot to wake mi up! i woke up at 6.12 to go toilet, den i found out that i was 15mins late out of bed! well, nilawan found out abt sumthing.oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109326706737481168?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109326706737481168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109326706737481168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109326706737481168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109326706737481168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109308570985276074</id><published>2004-08-21T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T18:55:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:humji!!@#$%"&gt;humji!!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;!^&amp;!! &lt;a href="mailto:HUMJI!@#$%"&gt;HUMJI!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*( why you so liddat?? why you don sae anything? wats the point of staring? wat the fuck can i do? wat the hell you wan me to do? continue doing this den we will continue to be stressed!!! &lt;a href="mailto:HUMJI!@#$#%$"&gt;HUMJI!@#$#%$&lt;/a&gt;^^&amp;&amp;amp;!!!! damn! fuck lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109308570985276074?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109308570985276074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109308570985276074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109308570985276074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109308570985276074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/humji-damn-fuck-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109283481750997629</id><published>2004-08-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:14:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haix.. disappointment.. ronald susilo lost to that thai player.. cant remember his name.. that means singapore's chances of getting an olympic medal is like much much lower.. haiz.. realized that i am pretty patroitic.. i would love to see my country get a medal, be it gold, silver or bronze.. haix.. after seeing susilo lose, wah, i realli lost my appeitite.. haiz.. in skool nth to sae loh.. todae got geog test.. lets juz sae that i am not going to fail lah.. after skool wen dentist.. i got a hole in my molar! how gross! have to go back during recess on fridae to fix it.. yikes.. tml i hope pe play vball.. but chances are that we will play freaking basketball.. i realli realli don like it.. i am not a basketball person.. yea.. i ve got a problem with electriciy.. the current (A? T?), voltage(V) and resistance(ohm).. haiz.. i realli wonder who is this wierd ohm person who make this stupid ohm's law up.. wtf.. wat an asshole.. hahaz.. i am an asshole too.. tml got science test and i am not studying.. fridae got chi, and i am not studying too. i juz don have the mentality in mi to keep mi going.. studying i mean.. haiz.. see wat i can do larz.. hope i won fail anithing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109283481750997629?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109283481750997629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109283481750997629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109283481750997629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109283481750997629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109250678519508727</id><published>2004-08-15T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T02:06:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WhEe!! need design! nice? its wierd. looks like an explosion of rambutans and longan.. watever.. whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109250678519508727?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109250678519508727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109250678519508727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109250678519508727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109250678519508727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/whee-need-design-nice-its-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109240470961302484</id><published>2004-08-13T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T21:45:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes dory. i update den. nth to sae oso. juz that i wen back to skool. not feeling my best larz. tok alot rubbish in skool. dunno how to do maths. geog die. wat the hell is empoldering? wat the hell about dikes? english i die. lost my worksheet. ms reena bound to book mi.haiz.i will need my doomed fate on mondae.sae bye to jane.hahaz.lame.hope not so serious.dory, i don have time to update everydae kae. i have to do stupid lame things like studying for tests. talking bout tests. dere are 3 or 4 tests nt week right? OHO! HOHOHO!OHO!yupz.i m lame.haiz.wats wrong wif mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109240470961302484?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109240470961302484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109240470961302484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109240470961302484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109240470961302484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/yes-dory.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109229231666724860</id><published>2004-08-12T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:31:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up. bathe. eye itchy.rub.rub.rub.shiver.feel cold. maybe fever coming.yippee.oho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109229231666724860?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109229231666724860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109229231666724860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109229231666724860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109229231666724860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109221315868942271</id><published>2004-08-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:37:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;riiight.. todae i managed to skip many classes and go back home to slp! well.. seriously, i got sore eye.. not the serious type larz.. juz the normal irritation.. den i rub and rub and rub cos it got intensifying red and swollen. look abit scary.. so i asked mr kwa if he could sign mi out.. i tot he wouldnt.. cos he might not think that its a big thing.. still.. hes nice enough to sigh mi out.. woah! at the general office, there were quite a few pple signing out too.. muz be that lessons at fmss realli suck.. haha.. after dismissing myself., i went straight to a clinic at dover. i told the doctor that i have sore eyes.. she dunno for wat fucking reason stared at me for a good 3 minutes b4 asking mi if i was well that dae.. told her bout the usual irritation and all, she doesnt seem to believe mi.. muz be tinking that i am a nasty teenager trying to skip skool and get an mc.yikes! i came home and slept all the wae until now. most of the swell has gone, but my eye still itchy. haiz.rubbing. well.. yesterdae i confess that i did try to make myself sick. i didnt get fever, but viola! i got sore eye.. -_-.. well, the doc gave mi a 2 dae mc.. my mum demands that i go skool tml.. i want to.. or should i sae i dowan to.. well, deres pe tml.. probably dey will play vb.. i wan to join in the fun.. still, half mi me doesnt wan to get out of my hse.. sianz.. but i realli rather rot at home.. and slp. haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109221315868942271?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109221315868942271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109221315868942271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109221315868942271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109221315868942271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/riiight.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109186630426808815</id><published>2004-08-07T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T16:13:54.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. a super long weekend ahead.. haiz.. lots to worry about.. finally found out my maths score. everybody, i ve got 9/30 kayz? laugh.. go on.. haiz.. well yesterdae was national dae celebration.. den got inter level games. we versus sec ones.. the sec 2s sweeped everything man.. haha.. den went JP to watch The Village. it left mi awkstruck. i shant leak out the storyline here cos all M.Night shyamalan's movies are suppose to have a twist.( i am not leaking out about the twist! its in the papers!). Juz wanna sae that if you want to catch it, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;think twice&lt;/span&gt;. and don watch it at JP. The theatre will be crowded becos of all the hoo ha about the movie. the air-con dere don work. i could hardly breathe dere. after i came out i still had migraine cos of lack of oxygen.. haha.. right.. he still didnt sae anything.. wats his prob la.. am i that intimidating? haiz.. sumtimes i don do things that i want to do coz i dunno how to. well.. las yr sum one told mi sum stuff, yet they werent fulfilled. if i am told the same thing again, should i believe and let myself fall into it? or would it juz be another experience when i will crash to the ground and break my heart and every single part of mi? i am very apprehensive about making decisions now.. i am afraid that i cant face the consequences. and i probably cant. wat if i suffer yet another period of depression? scary.. haiz.. update nt time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109186630426808815?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109186630426808815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109186630426808815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109186630426808815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109186630426808815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109163070854387365</id><published>2004-08-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T22:47:02.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. hi.. decided that i muz update all the happenings.. lots happened .these few daes.. so this is gonna be a long post and might get kinda boring.. BleAh! i juz wanna record down my feelings and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kae.. i muz start with the family dae.. well.. it didnt turn out that bad for me larz.. i actually stayed the whole dae to help out larz.. they kept running out of fries, so me and nilawan went to clementi to get like a dozen sacks of raw fries.. stan and xinyi were wif us the second time la.. strangely enough i didnt spot ani old skool mates.. i was hanging out at our food spot the whole yet nobody saw mi.. am i realli that inconspicious? i am quite tall you noe.. well.. i got like 50 dollars worth of coupons to spend, yet dunno where to spend cos the game stalls are so typical.. goodness gracious.. so i spent almost all on food.. and bought a fmss bottle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondae was inter class games.. omg we lost! to sec 1s in captain's ball! xinyi was damn pissed. i was too. we could have won! well.. all because of sumbody lah.. well.. kayz.. our teamwork wasnt too good lah.. but still.. aniwae i managed to block 3 balls.. haha.. counted as got accomplishment larz.. we playing that time i noticed that sumbody was looking at us play. he was looking very intently.. well i shall elaborate on this person later. oh yea.. i found out that i realli did super duper ultra maga badly for maths test. i got a single digit score. lowest in class. i chose not to know my score. i tink that it will cause mi severe distress and i might collapes in horrification. i lost like super many things.. goodness gracious.. a full list will be tabulated later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae is FOUNDER'S DAY!! we had to go to skool for this lame service.. overall was actually ok lah.. juz that got this wierd speaker called eugene lee. yea.. same as my fren.. but this speaker mr eugene lee is a swimmer who was a late bloomer who started swimming onli at the age of 21 as he had ailments and irregular heart beats when he was young. thats all i listened. it was the first 3 minutes of his speech. i was like " WTF! wat has all he said got to do with me?" and miss elaine lim got him to talk a second time. OMG. waste time. well.. i suppose to have a friendly with bukit view sec. we had to wait for yunting for like 1 plus hours cos she had to attend the upper sec ceremony. she got hand over. during this 1 plus hour sum stuff happened and kim got into trouble. sth which was not even her fault. haiz.. the friendly was well.. lousy.. for me.. at least.. my volleyball skills suck more dan usual..haiz.. well.. thats all i wan to sae about my daes lah.. bored? well i have more to sae.. pai seh.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kae.. these are the things i lost over the past month.&lt;br /&gt;1)my casio watch. price: dunno. mum bought it.&lt;br /&gt;2)rulers, pencils, apron. price: approximately about 8 dollars&lt;br /&gt;3)21 clean color markers and color pens and thirty seven degrees pencil case. Price: shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;4) my mechanical pencil. price: 2.60&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.. these are juz the major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. these are the more major things. they are all lost in skool. i have no idea how i can lose so many things. i have not a rich girl. i realli hope, plead, cry out loud that i wont lose anymore things. i guess i am a careless person.. but i will try to be more careful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the guy i was toking about. well that guy is a sec 4, not in a good class, but i was told that he's a nice person. There were rumours that he *ahem* me, its like he told many pple. it has been almost half a year since i first heard the rumour and it has been going on. Not many of my frens noe about it cos dey, well, don realli like this guy and his gang la.. i don even noe why he will *ahem* me. i dont even noe him and have never toked to him b4.. uh huh.. i dunno why i am typing this out.. but juz that i got no where to sae mah.. well.. gonna end here lah.. blog nt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109163070854387365?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109163070854387365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109163070854387365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109163070854387365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109163070854387365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109119292532494082</id><published>2004-07-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:14:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.. didnt update for a few daes.. got feedback from dory to update, so here i am.. this week is terrible horrible no good very bad. very bad. i have lots of unaccomplish work, tests and that darn stupid family dae. *snOrt* The R n D is not done. The art learning project is not done. The chinese test was nuts. The maths test i will get like 5/30? That darn stupid family dae takes lots of time to do prep work and i totally hate it. TOtAllY. My time could have been spent on better things, like R n D and art, not that&amp;nbsp;its much more meaningful. and i had been using lots and lots of the word *fUcK* recently. like turning into sum lian. watever. i juz hate this week. you noe wat? SUMBODY STOLE MY PENCIL CASE!!!! that stoopid fucked up asshole! it isnt an ordinary pencil case! RIGHT! the pencil case was ordinary.&amp;nbsp;But the contents isnt! IT CONTAINS 21 CLEAN COLOR MARKERS! AND&amp;nbsp;10 OVER COLOR PENS! Tink its nothing eh? each marker costs 1.90. each pen costs 1.70! i suffered great loss! THAT STUPID FUCKED UP LOSER WHO HAS NO INTEGRITY AND IS LOW DOWN CHEAPSKATE! things have been going missing in our skool.deres a pathetic thief snooping around. hope dat thief's hand rot and drop off! asshole! I am too angry to sae anithing too nice. Sumtimes i juz totally hate my skool. has lame rules and even worse principals. tell mi wats wrong with a skirt juz a little shorter dan normal? a tie juz an inch lower? wats wrong with treating our teachers in a friendly manner? why muz we build sum stupid landscape and pond in skool to waste money? wat for have a family dae? why cant we use the collected family dae money to pay off the skool's debts instead of building stupid landscapes? why do teachers treat us like free labour? why sumbody can be so ass to steal things? and why is a methodist skool like my skool so fucked up? i am starting to hate fairfield. all the donation drives since pri skool is way too much. and i totally hate the family dae. tml.suck.thank.goodness.i.don.have.to.stay.whole.dae..but.still.it will suck. i hate family dae.screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109119292532494082?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109119292532494082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109119292532494082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109119292532494082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109119292532494082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/right.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109067858663753216</id><published>2004-07-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:16:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. this week's considered eventful i guess.. the china kids came for an exchange trip.. juz for one and a half daes?&amp;nbsp; wth.. so short wat kinda exchange trip is that larz.. and den the chinese students cannot understand our lessons.. their english not up to standard.. not laughing at dem la.. den sum of dem sleep during our lessons too.. dey were damn tired mah.. dey arrived in s'pore at 12 the dae b4, den slept at 2 or 3, den woke up at 5 plus so that dey can reach our skool by 7.. and dey stay so bloody far from our skool.. at like.. downtown east? gosh.. but dey were damn good in chinese lah.. beat us flat.. haha.. still.. 1 and a half daes is enough to build a frenship.. we were all quite sad when dey left.. my china buddy, yiying, left mi her phone no.. gosh.. i have to call to china..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oso, i have this new hair cut.. actually didnt want to cut hair one.. juz that sum councilor has been bugging mi to cut my hair.. kept saying that my hair too long.. well.. i guess its abit long.. aniwae, on the 1st dae with the new haircut, nilawan saes that i look like a butch.. gosh.. den i became so conscious about that darn hair style.. but i tink its ok loh.. so wat if i look bit boyish..&amp;nbsp; *BleAh*.. blog nt time dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109067858663753216?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109067858663753216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109067858663753216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109067858663753216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109067858663753216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109014858368006615</id><published>2004-07-18T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T19:03:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kae.. fine.. i admit that i am quite lame la..&lt;br /&gt;been going around doing quizes and not doing my homework..&lt;br /&gt;but watever.. i am suppose to be a slacker wat..&lt;br /&gt;haha..ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109014858368006615?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109014858368006615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109014858368006615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014858368006615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014858368006615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/kae.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109014733177778130</id><published>2004-07-18T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:42:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/jordan.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www21.brinkster.com/laurenn/" target="new"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109014733177778130?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109014733177778130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109014733177778130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014733177778130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014733177778130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/center-what-name-should-you-have-by.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109014695041790127</id><published>2004-07-18T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:35:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054600649_arlinframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are MARLIN!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109014695041790127?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109014695041790127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109014695041790127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014695041790127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014695041790127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-finding-nemo-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109014543291248844</id><published>2004-07-18T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:10:32.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jonester/1070932050_CMyDocumentstaffy.jpg" border="0" alt="taf"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're taffy!!  You're a clever and kind person,&lt;br&gt;but you tend to hold grudges.  You are not big&lt;br&gt;on dishing out forgiveness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jonester/quizzes/Which%20kind%20of%20candy%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which kind of candy are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109014543291248844?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109014543291248844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109014543291248844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014543291248844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109014543291248844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/youre-taffy-youre-clever-and-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-109007774539184279</id><published>2004-07-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:09:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmph.. well.. i not gonna be vice captain nt year animore.. deres been a change.. captain oso change alreadi.. but never mind la.. its a load and a responsibility off.. like wat uncle ben in spidey 1 said, "with great power, comes great responsibility.." haha.. not that i am comforting myself but aniwae.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;todae after training me, tricia and winner go holland v to eat.. after eating go haagan dazs for ice cream.. winner gave us her voucher so she sort of treated us.. haha.. thanks winner.. but the things at haagan dazs are realli pricey lo.. ex la.. for the rich onli.. den mi and tricia toked about a certain sec 4 class in our skool.. i told tricia that i would be veri interested to noe these pple coz dey are veri different from mi, and that dey can do things tat i cant, so it would be nice to meet dem.. its like novelty.. tricia saes that im wierd coz normally pple dowan to get involve wif these pple..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;well.. yesterday was sheila's bdae.. den after skool wen wif her to watch spidey 2 la.. at plaza singapura..&amp;nbsp;the show was quite farnie la.. ha.. den i sae wan to buy her present.. den she sae don need, so i acted like i not going to buy la.. budden i brought her around plaza sing and i slowly bought some stuff one by one.. first i bought this fancy cartoon pencil.. then i bought ribbons.. nt i bought a pair of ankle socks, ferraro rocher and a lolly pop.. den i put all into a plastic bag and tie the ribbon and give her.. haha.. she so shock.. dunno real anot.. maybe fake one.. haha.. jkjk..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;den on thurs we had p e when it was raining.. so run around the skool corridors.. den when came down via the d and t block stair case.. there was this guy walking pass at the corridor at the end of the stairs.. i was running down the stairs.. evan see was with mi.. i cheong veri fast mah.. den nearly knock into him. den i see him, he see mi so shocked. den he continue walking.. mi and evan see started running again. i was right behind evan see.. den she knocked right into that guy and nearly fell.. i was right behind her and cannot stop in time.. den bang right into her.. den she scream so loud and i so malu.. den that guy kanna shocked again.. den sae "sorree" veri offhandedly.. den i so pai seh alreadi so i sae its ok la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.. my projects are still not done yet la.. and i don realli intend to do dem la.. been doing sum quizzes for quizilla.. veri sian mah.. i found out that i am a pair of skates for shoes.. and that my inner child is 16 yr old(So Old!), and that i should be called Jordan, and that i am like the greek godess of love, and that i am a daydreamer (i NOe aLReadI) and that i have a pair of dreamy eyes.. aiyoh a lot la.. haha.. damn wierd la sum.. but strangely mostly are true.. the characteristic traits la..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. watever la.. i typed so much.. but might as well.. since i&amp;nbsp;don update daily.. update nt time den..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;" I want to know them.. i think they are very interesting.. we are very different people..&amp;nbsp;i mean they can do things that i cannot.. i dare not.. well.. i know that they might not be very nice but i still find them very interesting.. maybe its a novelty.." (jAne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you so wierd.." (tRiciA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-109007774539184279?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/109007774539184279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=109007774539184279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109007774539184279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/109007774539184279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmph.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-108954093949840771</id><published>2004-07-11T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:25:45.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. been rushin out to do my projects.. and homework.. wat a slacker i am.. still it proves that not all A class pple are nerds right? yupz.. haha.. anyway i didnt complete art work.. but my class no more CMF file so teachers cant book mi! haha.. too bad man.. *blEah*.. oops.. my mind is so in a whirl and i have to think about so many pple and so many things.. wonder why i am not nutty by now.. tml mondae start skool again.. a week start all over again.. haiz.. yesterdae went to my grandma's house to eat steamboat.. my godma (hus onli 32)came back frm china wif her husband (my godfather la). They are actually my third auntie and uncle la.. but they have no children so they took mi and my cousin.. haha.. aniwae they bought mi this set of clothes frm china, said to be very "in" there. I took a look at the clothes and i got so freaked out.. the clothes look like pajamas la.. kae.. i noe i am abit tad ungrateful but realli la.. of course i didnt go and sae that the clothes veri ugly la.. but i am sure my cousin hu oso got the same set feel juz like mi.. update nt time la..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-108954093949840771?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/108954093949840771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=108954093949840771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108954093949840771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108954093949840771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/haiz_11.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-108920707531520645</id><published>2004-07-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:31:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz.. skool reopen liao.. daes seem to be passing realli fast.. tml second week thursdae alreadi.. still haven started on r and d website.. dead la.. skools ok.. i wont be late for skool animore.. nilawan's dad sending mi to skool everydae.. *blEAh*.. haha.. hmph.. volleyball reduced to twice weekly.. omg.. how? every mon and sat summore, 5 daes diff.. i will lose touch like crazee.. den i will be worse dan i am now.. gosh.. haiz..oh yah, still have that dratted family dae cuming.. isnt it like a funfair? this time worse.. no teachers to help. BLeAh.. the alumni muz be ralli free.. organise this kind of thing.. in the end is we work not they work.. and the skool summore ask us if have any wishlist, pls.. juz pay off the bills first la.. but of course, dey have this kind of carnivals is to earn merit points in MOE right.. so fairfield can become some kind of elite skool.. haiz.. alreadi busy enough alreadi still have this kind of things.. yuk yuk.. haiz.. blog another time la.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-108920707531520645?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/108920707531520645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=108920707531520645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108920707531520645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108920707531520645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/07/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-108808255778827496</id><published>2004-06-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T16:08:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yah.. i havent updated for a veri veri long time.. but there isnt realli much to sae.. my life realli onli revolves around staying at home at trainings.. trainings nothing to sae loh.. juz that its getting ever tougher and i sprained both my ankles and inflicted hideous blue blacks on both my knees.. hack.. the blue blacks are actually red and swollen.. all caused by doing flips on the floor.. but i am getting quite good at it.. can do it fast now.. though onli on my left shoulder..=&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch around the world in 80 days with sze mian on mondae.. the movie made mi laughed alot.. i ended up quite kee siao after watching it.. i did sth very stoopid and highly embarrassing after the movie when i urgently had to go toilet.. it made sze mian cracked with laughter.. i have oso been trying to do sum homework.. though i realli dowan to do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. todae after another yet tormenting and tough training, i went to watch my first international match.. well..ok.. its not really international as in globally, but its south east asian la.. so its singapore versus thailand.. i was realli awed by the thais' performance.. especially no.4.. the wae she spike was realli pro.. though i thought that my coach can do better, but after all my coach is a guy so comfirm more arm strength right? well.. singapore lost la.. i muz admit that dey are not as good as thailand.. my senior is in the team oso.. haha.. so proud of her.. but the first set s'pore did well.. lost by onli 2 points.. after the match we saw the thais up front.. den we realised that dey were realli freaking tall.. no.4 was like 3 quarters of a head taller dan mi, which makes her at least 1.8m.. gosh.. didnt actually tink that dey so tall cos frm the spectator stands dey look so small.. lolx..well.. skools starting already and i haven even like completed half my homework.. wish mi good luck ba.. i oso wish that all my volleyball inflicted injuries will heal before skool start la.. my knees look damn scary.. lol.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-108808255778827496?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/108808255778827496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=108808255778827496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108808255778827496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108808255778827496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/06/yah.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118030.post-108704752398706434</id><published>2004-06-12T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:55:15.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. i neber post for 1 week le.. ehz.. lets see.. mondae got training la.. tuesdae go stay at my cousin hse, den stay till yesterdae.. den yesterdae afternoon go wild wild wet.. not as scary as i tot la.. but it was fun.. todae got amazing quest.. run around the north side of singapore.. went with nilawan, stanley and sheila.. quite fun la.. crapped alot on the way.. will alwaes remenber the "bai liu li bai.. hui bu hui kai?"haha.. den got sum guy (i tink is salesman) come and ask if i want to buy sum dunno wat coupons.. den spend the coupons sum where will save $7.. den that guy ask mi to hold the stoopid coupons and keep trying to explain wat izzit about.. i was trying to siam den another guy join him.. so i said i was playing a game, and i cant buy his coupons cos i have no time.. den nilawan commented that one of the guys look veri veri cute.. look like jay chou.. den we were like omgawd!! nilawan eyes paste big big stamps.. hAHa.. veri tired though.. aiyah.. nth to sae le lah.. ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118030-108704752398706434?l=jane11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/feeds/108704752398706434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7118030&amp;postID=108704752398706434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108704752398706434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118030/posts/default/108704752398706434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jane11.blogspot.com/2004/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15232041379103750788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
