<?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-8097365</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:27:25.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>justme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6960510715823648091</id><published>2007-12-19T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:19:53.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll do just fine</title><content type='html'>this is boring noone is at home so i can like, talk to the wall or smth like tht.&lt;br /&gt;i sprained my leg or whtever you call tht today morning when im trying to off the alarm on the table but this ointment is supar good so i may be able to hop around hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so pathetic IM SUPPOSED TO DO MY HWK yet im glued to youtube.&lt;br /&gt;god, noone should have invented youtube! ): its addictive!&lt;br /&gt;i MUST finish my hwk by this week so i can have next week to play and study my chem (for tht dumb retest on the first day of school)&lt;br /&gt;tuition tmrw! havent done the hwk, AGAIN. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6960510715823648091?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6960510715823648091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6960510715823648091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6960510715823648091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6960510715823648091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/youll-do-just-fine.html' title='you&apos;ll do just fine'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2337149253484631472</id><published>2007-12-18T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:28:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ONE OF THE COMPS IS IN WORKING CONDITION AGAIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;(aft the technician came, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the great grand band dinner day and i didn't go(obviouslyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;and ive to make up to derry by attending some section outing thing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i didn't know derry the martian w his martian brain can score so well for his nlvls (congrats!)&lt;br /&gt;yay lets study hard for our olvls together and like, go to the same poly as zhiyuan is at! you study your aerospace thing and i go for design courses! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derry is making me so guilty for not attending the band dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;JINZHENGXUN IS &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2337149253484631472?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2337149253484631472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2337149253484631472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2337149253484631472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2337149253484631472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-one-of-comps-is-in-working.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-918809491659534480</id><published>2007-12-17T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:17:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;you'll still be there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-918809491659534480?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/918809491659534480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=918809491659534480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/918809491659534480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/918809491659534480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-youll-still-be-there-right.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6475134163637231145</id><published>2007-12-17T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:02:07.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;both of my comps are screwed up by sissie so ive to come all the way to Jiayi's house to do this dumb HRC thing (i swear i'll like, never go to her house again)&lt;br /&gt;why must jiayi live in such weirdy places tht nobody knows! (she lives in bukit timah and i took this bus to bukit timah then to clementi then again to bukit timah you know, damn weird lah!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway the HRC is impossible to do lah, wht can i write? "madeline quited the secretary job and is totally useless in band"?&lt;br /&gt;GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY ANYWAY, im back from the most horrible camp ever after and its like supar intensive.&lt;br /&gt;we got to fall in for water parade at one in the morning and then bath in the cold water and complete darkness in the night.&lt;br /&gt;D: and amy and i were the macho women for this dumb spiderweb game whích's atcually quite fun huh.&lt;br /&gt;then the band practises are really intensive and we slept on a whole lot of uneven tables, causing my whole body to ache like siao can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most happy thing is tht ZHIYUAN CAME BACK (frm like, 2100-0200)&lt;br /&gt;its damn shocking to see him ohkay and i feel like banging myself on the wall cos i dídn't talk alot to him.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its damn weird! ): haven seen him for ages alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;but im really really happy tht he came back (: (i think derry will feel the same way too!)&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK MORE! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissie actually compared my artwork with a bunch of primary school kids and commented tht my art is better than them ._.&lt;br /&gt;SHE THINKS IM A PRIMARY SCHOOL KID OR WHT! :B&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is getting boring, really boring.&lt;br /&gt;bye. i think i'll close down my blog one day and it'll be good cos i can concentrate more on my studies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jiayi the pig is sleeping! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6475134163637231145?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6475134163637231145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6475134163637231145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6475134163637231145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6475134163637231145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellllllllppppppp-both-of-my-comps-are.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4739969397321836680</id><published>2007-12-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:04:17.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want to face this world alone</title><content type='html'>oh hello im too busy for basically ANYTHING now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from bangkok alrdy and bought really few items, so few tht my dad actually asked me if is there smth which i really really really want so many times tht i almost said "yes, tht supar chio paul frank leather pencil box which costs like, $60".&lt;br /&gt;the greatest achievement of the whole trip is a mymelody adults toothbrush (which dad glances at it with horror)&lt;br /&gt;i think my dad won't let me near any sanrio sections ever again (my melody is now his greatest fear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition today, intensive like siao, 3.5hours from 1030 to 1400.&lt;br /&gt;gosh all because of band ive to squeeze my tuition to one day and like, die down there.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went to buy books w jiayi ystd and i used only like, 16bucks and i bought so little (all out of stock) tht i managed to squeeze them all inside my bag without looking fat or whtsoever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a band camp tmrw and obviously i don't look forward to it, but i guess i HAVE to go cos i havent go for band for like, 3weeks (not counting mon's perf) and i think i miss pl and amy.&lt;br /&gt;and so it means tht i'll miss my dad's birthday (again, last year's because of band tour ):)&lt;br /&gt;oh wht the helllll. anyway we're going out for an early celebration later, like in 2mins time or smth like tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW RUISHAN ON MONDAY'S PERF.&lt;br /&gt;(but jeremy don't look keen to talk to her D:)&lt;br /&gt;miss her like zfksajgkahkghskghkashgkldsgds and she drank like, almost my whole packet of drink when i just offered to her a small sip and so im dying of thirst because i didn't drink anything for almost the whole day and darn tired aft the perf. anyway, that's so typical and tht's wht i like about her. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY BYE I DON'T THINK I'LL BE ONLINE FOR LIKE, 45454556456 YEARS FROM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;no time no time havent study yetttttttt! ):&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4739969397321836680?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4739969397321836680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4739969397321836680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4739969397321836680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4739969397321836680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-want-to-face-this-world-alone.html' title='i don&apos;t want to face this world alone'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4137437246611205432</id><published>2007-12-04T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:37:35.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay i got this really ugly haircut tht makes me no difference from a guy, thanks to tht inexperience hairdresser and my mum's supar big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway let me go back and be tomboyish like how i used to, i think its better tht way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4137437246611205432?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4137437246611205432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4137437246611205432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4137437246611205432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4137437246611205432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohkay-i-got-this-really-ugly-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5910203897003390658</id><published>2007-12-04T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:18:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my heart</title><content type='html'>i want to cut my hair short again.&lt;br /&gt;anyway im going to thai tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天空很大卻看不清楚 好孤獨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5910203897003390658?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5910203897003390658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5910203897003390658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5910203897003390658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5910203897003390658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-my-heart.html' title='welcome to my heart'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-77697283557696186</id><published>2007-12-01T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:22:38.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ASHGDJAHSJGHASJHGASGGSAKHGKHASKDH&lt;br /&gt;SGASKHGKSHGKLHASKLHKBLHAKDXHKGLHKL&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;%iktgburi^&amp;amp;*$74597TIg$#&amp;amp;6IASGHASGASG&lt;br /&gt;AKHGFAKHSGKASHKGD%&amp;amp;*%&amp;amp;*^*(^(AHGJDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BYEBYE I HATE THIS FUCKING UNFAIR WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;(everybody please get out of my sight now incase i take a knife and stab you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh im gladx10000 tht im leaving again so nobody can provoke me (except daddddddy ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW LEAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think i'll miss pl &amp;amp; xavier supar lots D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-77697283557696186?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/77697283557696186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=77697283557696186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/77697283557696186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/77697283557696186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/12/ashgdjahsjghasjhgasggsakhgkhaskdhgksahk.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5767002458291646747</id><published>2007-11-29T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:10:14.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now im running and screaming</title><content type='html'>OHKAY IM BACK FROM TAIWAN! (:&lt;br /&gt;and im going to bangkok next tuesday to next saturday! YAY. dadddy just booked the tickets and everything else HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;my dad can be called the lastminute king :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to post the photos of the taiwan trip here but im gonna get some nice ones up friendster so check them out if you want (:&lt;br /&gt;taiwan is nice! esp jiu fen and taipei and we went to many places with sea (: i like.&lt;br /&gt;and i met Ms liao again! (((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im flying again (: (smiles supar widely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh shit man, in taiwan we'll take supar long bus rides to other places and the rides are like, 3hours or so and we'd all sleep like logs in the bus and now, I COULDN'T KEEP MY EYES OPEN ANYMORE ): supar sleepy all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my hwk my hwk! (pulls lotsa hair out of my head)&lt;br /&gt;aft my bangkok trip i'll have band camp (i shall be good and not pon IF they allow me to go off on the 14th) and then xmas and all these poo. wahlau no time study for my chem retest! WHAAAT! ):&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall not go to the farm trip this weekend alrdy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE IM GONNA DO MY HWK ALRDY D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5767002458291646747?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5767002458291646747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5767002458291646747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5767002458291646747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5767002458291646747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-now-im-running-and-screaming.html' title='and now im running and screaming'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7950090402792463864</id><published>2007-11-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:51:21.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>OHKAY HELLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;im at taiwan's taizhong and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I GOT FEVER, SORE THROAT AND A BIT COUGH! -for like, 2 days alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;(so i missed out the sauna thing and im stuck here using computer and playing basketball machines.I GOT HIGHEST SCORE HAHAHAHHA DON'T PLAY PLAY! - because everyone is busy using the sauna facilities so nobody really bothered to play this dumb machine D: BUT HIGHEST OHKAY! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went to the kids games room and disturb the really nice girl (who also helped me to take my temperature)!&lt;br /&gt;i felt really isolated because im obviously overaged and NOBODY WANTS TO TALK TO ME! ): the lil kids think im a monster or smth like that and the only person who talked to me is the girl using the comp beside me because she's really interested in this really dumb warcraft game which ive no idea how to operate it!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH WHY! ): oh and i asked the kids to use the really soft balls to hit sissie and one of them really did! (that's the highest achievement of the day!)&lt;br /&gt;my dad and mum officially abandoned me (who's supar sick and dying) for the sauna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS A TORTURE!&lt;br /&gt;i just measured my temp using ear thermometer and its like, 38.6deg (which i think is rather high! D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe im leaving so soon lah, the thought of band practises made me feel like spending $10000000000 and like, live here forever! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye! ):&lt;br /&gt;(im gonna get some hot drink at the really tempting cafe in front of me and then maybe go up and like, use the indoor sauna (WHICH IS IN OUR BATHROOM) with sissie and spread the germs to her! lalala! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SISSE WHO'S BESIDE ME BECOS I KNOW IF I DON'T WRITE THIS HERE YOU'LL LIKE, DON'T TALK TO ME OR SMTH LIKE THT! :D (sissie accompanied me all the way too becos deep inside her heart, i know she doesn't want to go naked and use the ladies' sauna OR wear her not-very-sexaye swimming costume and use the outdoor sauna with guys! -there're no hot guys here D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7950090402792463864?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7950090402792463864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7950090402792463864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7950090402792463864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7950090402792463864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4630664278282476394</id><published>2007-11-21T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T03:53:46.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll take a step at a time</title><content type='html'>hello its like 0336 in the morning and in like, 12hours time, i'll alrdy be on a plane!&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;HHAHA YES IM GOING AWAY FOR A WEEK OR SO YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;(which means no band for a week *grins)&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can never ever come back. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im the dumbest person in the entire world ):&lt;br /&gt;i shall not be so gullible anymore. yes i shall not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY I FEEL SLEEPY BYEBYE (:&lt;br /&gt;(one week later i shall come back and go to band and get tortured again D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear the sound of her heart breaking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s thankyou meaniewolfie, will miss you too! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4630664278282476394?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4630664278282476394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4630664278282476394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4630664278282476394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4630664278282476394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-take-step-at-time.html' title='we&apos;ll take a step at a time'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2255774451561442841</id><published>2007-11-18T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:38:37.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe we're torn apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;你的温柔只会让我逃避&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i want to talk about ystd! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd was a really fine day and i was waiting for the bus in the busstop and i saw someone who looks like &lt;strong&gt;wuchun&lt;/strong&gt;! (just tht he's younger and cuter) HAHAHA but sadly i didn't have the mood to peek and appreciate his good looks because i was alrdy almost late for band and the right thing to do is not to look at cute guys but feel guilty and worry.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;its alright i don't like wuchun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had this yishun performance and co is going too so YAY yisiew! (jiayi pon again ._.)&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly realised tht ive got 4boyfriends and tht all 4 of them want to break with me and stead with jiayi! ):&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SOME JUSTICE PLEASE! ):&lt;br /&gt;hah. (po chan is the dumbest one, jiayi can have him for free *grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY some sembawang band came too and they looked older than us and the good thing is theyre mostly guys, only like, 3 or 4 girls ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;so allison and i sat in front of them and went to find shuai guys (ohkayyyy i know i know, very hua ci!)&lt;br /&gt;there's this really cute and blur clarinetist (i wish we had this sort of guys in band) and he doesn't know how to set up his stand and he spent like, 15 minutes kicking his stand open!&lt;br /&gt;gosh, supaar cute! (i shouldn't laugh at people because i don't know how to set up stands too D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i know i sounded really dumb in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thank you&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hafiy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;i saw it and im supar touched ohkay, love you too!&lt;br /&gt;yesyes the movie outing i'll bring a supar long and sharp needle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO SCARED WHO! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byyyyyyyyyyye ((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2255774451561442841?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2255774451561442841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2255774451561442841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2255774451561442841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2255774451561442841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/ohkay-i-want-to-talk-about-ystd-d-ystd.html' title='maybe we&apos;re torn apart'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3872163651351849413</id><published>2007-11-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:18:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way it is</title><content type='html'>i'll be performing using baritonesax for monday's performance.&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck. i havent touch tht instrument for like, 5mths or so. (i'll kill howard when he come back from aust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i almost had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;(somebody please tell me how to enjoy &amp;amp; love band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got tuition in the afternoon so maybe i won't be able to go to the performance afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only somebody could understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to act happy isn't tht easy after all, maybe i should go back to my own self where i don't really give a damn about anything and smile like maybe 5times per day, &lt;em&gt;maybe maybe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the only happy thing for today is tht the amaths retest is not so difficult and i hope i can like get a B or so and i think i did it faster than usual and i was freaking scared tht why everyone is still doing while im like totally nothing to do and i thought ive left a question page out or wht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3872163651351849413?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/3872163651351849413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=3872163651351849413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3872163651351849413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3872163651351849413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/way-it-is.html' title='the way it is'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8806619200714693609</id><published>2007-11-15T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:52:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't tell me i ran out of time, if it takes the rest of my life</title><content type='html'>HELLO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to playing stupid online games and my psp.&lt;br /&gt;and i reaslised tht im extremely good at car games, extremely good at losing.&lt;br /&gt;the car i liked most is called Mater and i shall call it MaddyMater because its crazeh, when it bangs the wall it will go "oooh this is goooood" and he likes banging on the trees and wall.&lt;br /&gt;siao car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i felt so busy doing everything useless. we went to amy's house for section tribute on tues and amy,chingkit and i went to queensway ystd morning (CHAO EARLY! D:) and aft tht we rushed to petir for our CIP argh we were late for like 20mins or so and ck tagged along too.&lt;br /&gt;amy the very clever one volunteered us to do some digital art stuffs because she saw priya in the office using computer and she thinks its cool and wants to be like her so she volunteered.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;anyway we're too noisy and people asked us to shut up and we sort of screwed up with the printing stuffs D:&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHHAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's amaths retest tmrw and i havent really study for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;D: ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8806619200714693609?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8806619200714693609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8806619200714693609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8806619200714693609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8806619200714693609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-tell-me-i-ran-out-of-time-if-it.html' title='don&apos;t tell me i ran out of time, if it takes the rest of my life'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4274654450245578457</id><published>2007-11-13T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:33:34.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its your call</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAH THERE'S NO MORE BRIDGING PROGRAM ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: (let's not talk about the dumby amaths retest)&lt;br /&gt;today's chemistry is my last lesson and guess what? i overslept and missed it D: ohkay i know i know, so typical of me but i felt quite guilty toooo! (yisiew took my book too btw)&lt;br /&gt;i shall be a good girl and stop sleeping at 5am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh i feel supar sleepy can i feel like sleeping somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i felt like kind of sad that we're not going to use the sec3 classrooms anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, its more than sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;but nvrm let me look forward to the aircon room during sec4s and let my dumbest peeing and refilling habit happen again. (and make eleanor the victim! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something really pleasant happened ystd.&lt;br /&gt;i was having this &lt;em&gt;supar supar extremely really very nice and happy&lt;/em&gt; dream and i really want to know the ending and suddenly, some asshole (none other than the mad one outside vacuuming the floor, my dumbest sissie) woke me up just to tell me tht she got first in some stupid car racing game.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD. So in the end i didn't get to finish my really nice dream and i felt supar pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))): ARGH. its not like everyday i get to dream these kind of really nice dreams right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay bye im gonna call my &lt;strong&gt;Secret Spies &amp;amp; Assassin Society&lt;/strong&gt; to send someone to assassinate my dumb sissie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4274654450245578457?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4274654450245578457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4274654450245578457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4274654450245578457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4274654450245578457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahahah-theres-no-more-bridging-program.html' title='its your call'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8500974006247892697</id><published>2007-11-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>systema</title><content type='html'>ohkay i changed a blogskin because the previous one got too many polka polka dot dot dot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im feeling really sleepy now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMETHYST YOU PANGSAI I LOVE YOU TOO (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131251243108958962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RzXd0a7KgvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MV6-vN_Nebk/s200/DSC00728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see i posted a picture of you now! im really good ohkay and hahahahah i think i got nicer photos than you so if you want to post another picture of the really-cute-me (ohkay don't slap me), please tell me so i can send you the photos if not you'll put another retarded photo of me up and i'll suffer from heartattack or whatsoever when i see your blog.&lt;br /&gt; and its really funnaye when we started making weird noises instead of singing "singsingsing", &lt;em&gt;pingpiangciang MEOW!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im feeling so restless and excited because im going away soon even though its like a thousand years later but anyway yay! (: HAHAHAHAH i should stop buying jackets or sweaters anymore because singapore is a darn hot country and i won't really wear them here anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cute people cute people cute people cute people i saw cute people today! (: &lt;br /&gt;goodnight i shall go to sleep with my cutepeople in my dreams yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8500974006247892697?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8500974006247892697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8500974006247892697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8500974006247892697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8500974006247892697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/systema.html' title='systema'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RzXd0a7KgvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MV6-vN_Nebk/s72-c/DSC00728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8110652186461634420</id><published>2007-11-09T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:21:27.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red dots black dots</title><content type='html'>oh you helloo here's a quick one! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no band today and its hilarious because amethyst said there's no band because the Indian god want us to take a break and eat roti prata!&lt;br /&gt;Amy is ssssssosooooooo not cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's a fine day becos i went to school for horfun and mr lim's ever-so-interesting physics SPA and its quite funnaye and aft tht i went to meet sis and her friend and sissieee is supaar pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i helped out with her work (really!) and this is horrible because sissie can't draw she draws worse than a five year old kiddo even though she claims tht her art is A1 one.&lt;br /&gt;and its fun because me and her friend acted cute all the way like helllooo i don't need to act cute im usually cute but im always trying to act mature even though im really mature!&lt;br /&gt;you get it? HAHAHAHAH ohkay i shall stop this before somebody hits me with a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw eleanor at the library! (sticks out tongue and makes an ugly face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Fred Perry polo tees are darn nice and i think guys looks reaaaaaalllly hot when they wear it (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway my family and i were shopping and we saw came to Fred Perry tees and dad complained tht last time one of Fred perry shirt is just 40plus and now its, 100plus.&lt;br /&gt;he said he should have collected Fred Perry tees instead of watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh do you know Mac got this new mcflurry thing?&lt;br /&gt;the Mudpie flavour one and the berries and cookies thing!&lt;br /&gt;oh well i like mcflurry and so i went to try the mudpie and i saw the person doing tht for me oh gosh! i knew how they make it now!&lt;br /&gt;they just add the chocolate syrup from the sundae in ._. and i bet for the berries and cookies one, they'll add the strawberry syrup in.&lt;br /&gt;ha.ha.ha -.- anywayyyy i think these are for people who couldn't decide what to have, mcflurry or sundae. so now, mac is being very nice by combining these two together so people doesn't have to kill more brain cells just to think of what to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay we have band tmrw because the indian god said tht we had enough break alrdy and he wants us to go back and suck our reeds.&lt;br /&gt;dang shit pooo peee&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8110652186461634420?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8110652186461634420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8110652186461634420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8110652186461634420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8110652186461634420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/red-dots-black-dots.html' title='red dots black dots'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-462803654483289895</id><published>2007-11-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:39:27.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because youre making me doing that all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO IM OFFICIALLY 15YEARS AND A DAY OLD ALRDY YOU KNOW! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah rightttt i had a wonderful day ystd! (my birthday, MY BIRTHDAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marina square w &lt;strong&gt;peilin &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;eleanor&lt;/strong&gt; aft school and went to eat &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;! The "Alex" thing is amusingggg i think the waiter thinks we're trying to flirt w him or wht, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;then shopped arnd and meet jiayi the supaar road-idiot at raffles shopping center and headed to town and YES WE GOT A SUPAAR FUN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;(they bought me this sanrio's sugarbunnies reaaaally cute wallet which is like supaar ex, $46, secretly when they made jy seduce me to the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHH I LOVE YOU ALL DUMBDUMB RETARDED SO-NOT-CUTE PEOPLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tht dad and mum came and fetch me and bought me to this reaally nice seafood restaurant besides singapore river to eat! HAHA FOOD! (i think im getting really fat whatthefishhh! D:)&lt;br /&gt;and we went to shop arnd at this clarke quay shopping centre (god knows tht that place actually exists) and before heading home, we went to sit at the steps of the singapore river and have icecream while looking at the magnificient boats and beautiful scenery!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA i was supaar scared because i thought i'll like, drop down into the water actually :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today is really pleasant w/o the band practise and my section mates are cute people to buy me a cake and something horny (must be amethyst idea! &lt;em&gt;must be must be&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to like, smash the whole cake into my head (srsly i think thats their purpose for buying me a cake) and amy started chasing me around and aft tht when they decided not to play anymore and when Nicholas handed me my share of cake,&lt;strong&gt; I SMEARED CREAM ON HIS FACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i think im supaar evil :X :X (slaps myself)&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got so scared tht he will take revenge or wht, so scared tht i actually dragged eleanor out of the band room to accompany me :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you you all, saxophonists are such cute people, esp tenors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (altos are, URGH :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay and band practise is horrible i felt so gosh, soooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;srsly i don't think i'll ever want to enter that room again luh! sighhhs.&lt;br /&gt;why why why why! I GOT THIS REAAAALLLY SAD LIFE IN BAND THIS IS SO UNFAIR I WANT TO LIKE, CRY MY EYES OUT OR STRANGLE MYSELF TO DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. bangbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiara gave me things which included, really cute &lt;strong&gt;hello kitty&lt;/strong&gt; lip gloss thing.&lt;br /&gt;._. I DON'T USE THIS KIND OF DAMN THING AND I LIKE &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY MELODY&lt;/span&gt; MOREEE (alot alot alot alot more!)! D:&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i shall stop complaining and like, eat the whole thing up or sth like tht.&lt;br /&gt;my melody is so cute ohkay i obsess over it like how i obsess over ashin (or even more) and sometimes i really hate my parents for not naming me Melody ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye (teleports away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s thanks june for the really lovely book i finished the whole thing alrdy! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-462803654483289895?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/462803654483289895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=462803654483289895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/462803654483289895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/462803654483289895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-youre-making-me-doing-that-all.html' title='because youre making me doing that all over again'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-9223282207069332365</id><published>2007-11-04T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:34:31.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i meant to like wake up at around, 12pm today but someeeboddddy called and woke me up at like supaar early oh boy ):&lt;br /&gt;hhahaahah but i don't blame her lah she's supaaaar pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YES I GOT MY PSPSLIM ALRDY YIPEEEEEEDAHDAH!&lt;br /&gt;however its so boring lah because i got stuck at almost every game ._. WHY AM I SUCH A NOOOB!&lt;br /&gt;there's this really tough sonic game which daddy mummy and sissie all lost and GUESS WHAT! i lost too! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA ohkay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so very bored now ): SOMEBODY COME ENTERTAIN ME PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;do a dance or jump around or anything i don't mind! (makes me think of section tribute, oh god ): )&lt;br /&gt;call me at 91234567 and tell me a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy ive finished my supaar big bag of skittles alrdy, aft one whole week, FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;there's extremely cute flavors inside ohkay, like jam donut, bubblegum, popcorn, toffee apple and fairyfloss!&lt;br /&gt;i think the bubblegum one tastes like lemon barley and the popcorn one is really nice even though EVERYONE said it tasted horrible! (what's their problem! %^&amp;amp;* )&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVAN YO IS THE HOTTEST GUY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. (for now only!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i think i should go hibernate somemore until its time to eat and then go out for movie with jiayi later.&lt;br /&gt;(ps. my birthday is tmrw! :B *hinthint* HAHHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-9223282207069332365?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/9223282207069332365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=9223282207069332365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/9223282207069332365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/9223282207069332365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-meant-to-like-wake-up-at-around-12pm.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1651208767304595725</id><published>2007-10-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:02:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>build sandcastles in the air</title><content type='html'>OH YES HELLO OLVL CHINESE IS OVER ALRDY! :D&lt;br /&gt;not bad not bad i think i'll get A hopefullllly!&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is not like a holiday at all because ive got like tuitions thrice weekly and big piles of hwk and lots of band practises and this and that.&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWHHHHAAAAAAATT! ):&lt;br /&gt;this is boring man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im gonna get my psp slim soon! my dad is impatient to get me one HAHHAHAHA BECAUSE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOURS TRUELY'S BIG GRAND DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS COMING. (birthday, you dumby)&lt;br /&gt;oh yesss and the bleach game i still deciding should i get bleach 3/4 argh.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes you can buy me a &lt;strong&gt;5carat diamond ring&lt;/strong&gt;, tht would be enough so i guess you can start digging now, its not too late and you can probably give it to be like 20years later!&lt;br /&gt;if not, a real banana tht is like, 1m long! (banana as in the fruit, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkieepokieedoppie HAHA i got my nikemens jacket which is chao cool and i can see my sister drooling alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;$$$ = life, &lt;s&gt;$$$&lt;/s&gt;= &lt;s&gt;life&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well how materialistic but hello its money tht we're working so hard for right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLLOOO I MISSSSSS YOUUUUUU ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1651208767304595725?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1651208767304595725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1651208767304595725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1651208767304595725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1651208767304595725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/10/build-sandcastles-in-air.html' title='build sandcastles in the air'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7397063105028669050</id><published>2007-10-23T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:06:04.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow him wherever he may go</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA TODAY IS A SUPAAR HAPPY DAY YOU KNOW WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I GOT MY LETTER TO MAKE I.C ALRDY! (((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;06nov- 20nov!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY after i got my IC i'll be like supaar old alrdy! behave, i must behave like one! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;srsly i don't really like to grow up i want to like stay there and be childish forever but i cant ):&lt;br /&gt;yessss aft i got my IC peilin and eleanor won't be able to tease me anymoree .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today is reaaally nice because we got this nanotechnology talk which is alot more interesting (better still w/o the people in front) than the dumb financial talk.&lt;br /&gt;gosh ystd is the most boring day in my entire life, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuteasss why are you so dumb? AHAHH &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7397063105028669050?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7397063105028669050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7397063105028669050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7397063105028669050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7397063105028669050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/10/follow-him-wherever-he-may-go.html' title='follow him wherever he may go'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4313474344959574073</id><published>2007-10-20T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:37:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse</title><content type='html'>oh hello you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanting, nicholas, jingyin, chingkit, allison and me went to Amethsyt house for sectionals on Thursday and we had band ystd and today so its basically band for like&lt;strong&gt; 3 consecutive days&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However its not tht bad and i like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll follow him&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this new march thing and its horrible. Nicholas was taking my squad and srsly i think he almost strangled me to death or like hit me real hard with his saxophone after the training.&lt;br /&gt;either that, or else is me using my saxophone and kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;akghakjhdgagkahkdghkasghkabnakdakhbkadk &lt;em&gt;try harderrr madeline!&lt;/em&gt; (drills are always so not my kind of thing huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway me and amethyst gone absolutely crazeh these two days. like &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she got &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beaaaautiffullllll&lt;/em&gt; hairrrr&lt;/span&gt; (note tone of sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;oh and call her "beautiful hair" from now onwards because its really funny the way she reacts when chester calls her tht&lt;br /&gt;she said she'll go crazy by the time she hear "beautiful hair" for 1000times.&lt;br /&gt;so there, 800 more times to go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised smth!&lt;br /&gt;i cant multitask.&lt;br /&gt;for eg: i cannot play a saxophone and talk at the same time! ))): ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;ohkaaaay not funnnnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OHKAY BTW SONY ERICSSON IS THE WORST COMPANY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned tht my new phone is like spoiled when i bought it right? well i can't press two keys and so i went to repair it.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wht?&lt;br /&gt;when i took it back its like before, the darn two keys can't press at all too.&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck. HELLO IDIOTS YOU THINK MY DAD VERY FREE IS IT. go all the way for wisma 4times. kns can.&lt;br /&gt;jakgashdgkhaskghaskghksdghksdgnxbmxnoaeiikd my dad says he's gonna tell them off real good (: actually i think i'll like actually hit them with my phone or smth like tht lah, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;fucking idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkaaayyyyyyy you can't blame me for those bad words.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for the phone model and colour for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1.5mths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we saw in this newspaper tht there's only this store which sells the colour i want (grey) and we rushed down to get it but fuck now i got it i can't use it.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't buy sony ericsson phones ohkay buy nokia samsung lg  ah whtever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thts a supaar big smiley to make up for the bad words, red with love!&lt;br /&gt;(: byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4313474344959574073?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4313474344959574073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4313474344959574073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4313474344959574073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4313474344959574073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/10/eclipse.html' title='eclipse'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4981573608140583404</id><published>2007-10-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:45:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Brown Jug</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: depressed! ): &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; solo in the entire world just now. awww ):&lt;br /&gt;(*dump the scores into the dustbin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYY some of my relatives (ohkay i don't know them) from France came to visit us just now and i felt so guilty for hiding inside my room. (and not talking to poor justin ): )&lt;br /&gt;there's 1 veryyy eh, tall and cute (somehow) teenage guy there with his very very very tall sisters. now you know why i don't want to talk to them- THEYRE TALL LIKE LAMP POSTS! and im short like a.. mailbox? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and they don't know chinese, they only know English and French and supaar unfortunately, i only speak like, alien language, so there.&lt;br /&gt;srsly i regret not peeping at tht guy for a few more moments, argh (bangs on the wall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my parents went to eat with them and my sissie abandoned me so im like supaaaar lonely and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHYYYY??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is happy day because one very&lt;em&gt; small teeny weeny&lt;/em&gt; thing happened and thts a happy thing and makes me happy and so, yay (:&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEELOVEEEEEEEEE.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (ifyvsb!:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do an Oompa Loompa dance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tskkkkk my solo is totally URGH. everything is soooo wrong and weird ah why you tell me why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, (*digs back the score from the dustbin)&lt;br /&gt;let me continue with that horrible solo D: (wheres my baritoneeee! ): ), and continue disturbing my evil neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;not bad i find joy in doing things i don't like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4981573608140583404?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4981573608140583404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4981573608140583404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4981573608140583404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4981573608140583404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-brown-jug.html' title='Little Brown Jug'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7379801402065322816</id><published>2007-10-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:31:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll cry but we won't give up the fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: sadddddddd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay so Amethyst got a concave haircut which is rather ohkay (i didn't tell her tht though) but somehow weirddddd.&lt;br /&gt;nah Kenneth shall give her like 100bucks or so now and im gonna pester amy for half of it :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh and sissie wants to go to this Bangkok CIP trip which is like rather interesting but sort of wasting time because hellllooo, the dinner is scheduled for like, 2hours ._. (sissie can finish a burger within 3bites and tht's like, 3minutes?)&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, im supposed to say good things about it to my mama because then, sissie will contribute like 50bucks to my&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madeline-have-a-pspslim-fund&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing for my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;whattthefish i think im like betraying myself ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new phone after waiting for 1.5MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;but darn its spoiled the keys are spoiled. bullshit lahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;zkhjkashgdkgakshdkcvhkxadgfag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, besides all these i don't think there's anything interesting to post about.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are bad, really really bad *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway band resumes today and its supaaaaaar horrible.&lt;br /&gt;my fault ):&lt;br /&gt;however im really glad tht im still able to make some noise despite not touching my saxophone for like, 1month?&lt;br /&gt;turnaroundturnaroundturnaround let things be gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;(i feel like a loser because i bought the wrong score home! D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS A TORTURE! (and unfortunately its not the end of it)&lt;br /&gt;so, live life &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAAHHAHAHA. (slaps myself piak*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7379801402065322816?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7379801402065322816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7379801402065322816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7379801402065322816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7379801402065322816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-cry-but-we-wont-give-up-fight.html' title='we&apos;ll cry but we won&apos;t give up the fight'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6970668599040410161</id><published>2007-10-12T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:32:29.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we'll feel so alive</title><content type='html'>HEY YOU letme tell you a&lt;em&gt; secret&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EOYS are officially over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a secret nehhh:D HAHAHAHHA. and YAY my 400th blog post. (: bullettrainnnnnzzxzxz i hope im catching up w June the dumbdumb who's blog doesn't have navigations at all (got lah just tht i cant find ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive changed my blogskin this is sssosoososososososos cute hahah cookiemonster! (theres a elmo version of this!)&lt;br /&gt;but i like this more because i like cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i got many things to talk about but im laazy like shit aye i don't even feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have the YAY mood actually. ): im just "oh ohkay so it ended for everyone but ive to like go to the D&amp;amp;T room for my art paper" and then aft tht i finished my art 20mins earlier (the power of miracles (: ) and then its so randomdomdomdomdommmmm.&lt;br /&gt;im bored awww. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want shopping.&lt;br /&gt;but shopping = buying many food and useless/ expensive things = spending lots of money = wasting lots of money = feeling bad = feeling guilty = feels like dying&lt;br /&gt;))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT WASTE ANYMORE MONEY. (im a reaaaaaaally happy girl since ive bought my reaaaaaally cute snoopy and woodstock shirt)&lt;br /&gt;i shall save money to buy a white PSPslim! (: i think ipod died alrdy. awww i don't know why! ive been treating it so good, giving it the nice songs and not bullying it. oh well. ):&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i can use PSP to play bleach games! (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT ASK MY DADDY FOR MONEY (or pspslim) ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;shit this's like difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay ive the best plan in the entire planet.&lt;br /&gt;rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;watch youtube read books, comics anything watch movies watch teevee die eat sleep wake up bath sleep drink talk to myself think of cute guys rot to death.&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;save money&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye i shall go to rot to death.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, I SWEAR THT ZOE IS THE CUTEST GIRL IVE EVER SEEN (babyblues is the love!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6970668599040410161?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6970668599040410161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6970668599040410161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6970668599040410161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6970668599040410161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-well-feel-so-alive.html' title='and we&apos;ll feel so alive'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1451977508793566073</id><published>2007-09-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:25:31.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a walk in the valley of yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #D8E82D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;byebye i decided to&lt;strong&gt; try&lt;/strong&gt; to give all my heart to studying and focusing on EOYs (not tht i could anyway), but the keyword is &lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright good luck everyone, don't score higher than me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lovelove!&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/8097365-1451977508793566073?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1451977508793566073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1451977508793566073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1451977508793566073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1451977508793566073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-walk-in-valley-of-yesterday.html' title='take a walk in the valley of yesterday'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6124436898058564930</id><published>2007-09-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:14:48.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>id walk to you if i had no other way</title><content type='html'>hello 1,2,3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive reflected about my sec 3 semester 2 life and i felt so pathetic because my life is all about &lt;strong&gt;drinking water, peeing, refilling water, drinking water, peeing, again and again and again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think thts all my school fees went to : water frm watercooler and for flushing.&lt;br /&gt;but hello its not my fault ohkayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;poor eleanor, she got to endure my "&lt;em&gt;omg i think i want to pee&lt;/em&gt;", &lt;em&gt;"pee pee&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;AHHH PEE&lt;/em&gt;!" nonsense, and me pulling her to refill my waterbottle and everything else. oh and today i wrote a whole crap about me wanting to pee on eleanor's palm. anyway her hands are free drawing papers :D (gloves gloves! xD)&lt;br /&gt;but itd be all over soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;death's knocking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art exam topics are nice (:&lt;br /&gt;i like. i think i'll have to waste like a few nights staying up to arnd 0500 like the past, doing my art.&lt;br /&gt;oh.this.is.pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; watch just beeped. i don't know why ._. srsly i swear it scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO imagine youre typing in a quiet room and suddenly you hear some beepbeep noise.&lt;br /&gt;i like her watch (: Daddy didn't want to buy me the adidas watch (the older version one) regardless of how i begged him because he thinks its too big for me ._. ARGHHHH. (so this is how i ended up with a stupid baby g ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised smth, &lt;strong&gt;CHIPMUNK IS A &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt; BECAUSE HE WEARS MAGNETIC EARRINGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why (alright fine, maybe i know). i just feel so emomomo and this is bad because its dumb to feel emo. we should all be happy with one thing or another right?&lt;br /&gt;but this is weird, i can't help it, with everything and everybody hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6124436898058564930?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6124436898058564930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6124436898058564930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6124436898058564930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6124436898058564930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/id-walk-to-you-if-i-had-no-other-way.html' title='id walk to you if i had no other way'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2459139933276274433</id><published>2007-09-15T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:14:47.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello goodbye</title><content type='html'>i almost touched the sky ystd, its&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; a step away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swings are fasincating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mood: ): &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHKAY TELL YA WHT, ALICE IN WONDERLAND IS THE MOST BORING FAIRYTALE EVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even go on to the second chapter without sleeping, i think even my Geography textbook is more interesting than this can. eh maybe not, i think its a &lt;strong&gt;tie&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. both are as boring as anything.&lt;br /&gt;fairytales are haunting, they are sooooo.. ewkkk, gives kids a wrong idea and the dark side of everything. the evil and cruel side, just look at the evil queen frm snow white and the seven dwarf, trying to murder her own stepdaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pathetic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say, kids should not read fairytales for the bedtime stories anymore, &lt;strong&gt;Geography/ Chemistry textbook&lt;/strong&gt; can do a better job. they'll end up sleeping faster :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, i realised smth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alice in the wonderland&lt;/span&gt; is like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mary had a little lamb&lt;/span&gt;. they have like the same &lt;em&gt;rythmes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay try saying them a hundred time. &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmyfishhh i think im the only person in the entire world who realises tht, im a totally genius.&lt;br /&gt;aye aye, can't help it *beams*&lt;br /&gt;i tends to notice the most stupid and unimportant things. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yisiew is really nice she gave me postcards :D ohkay i confess, im a supaaar boring person,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i collect postcards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postcards are nice and FREE :D some can be really prettaye.&lt;br /&gt;i shall collect like a thousand postcards and paste them all on my walls. (right now i only got arnd 80 lonely postcards D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided i shall go to Jiayi's house every other day.&lt;br /&gt;i found a newest attraction &lt;s&gt;at&lt;/s&gt; near her house. &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAA OHMYFISH SUPAAAAAAAAAAAAR FUN AH I TELL YOU. i like i like i like i like.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised there's &lt;strong&gt;direct bus&lt;/strong&gt; frm my house to her house (just tht i have to walk ALOT, she should like just buy the house nearest to the bus stop huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beep. i need a new &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ipod.&lt;/span&gt; (old one's battery is crazeh alrdy)&lt;br /&gt;beepbeep. but before tht i need a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;new phone&lt;/span&gt;. W580i! ): earliest stock is October. cm'on.... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i didn't study hard today so no bleach movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;D: D:&lt;br /&gt;D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;strong&gt;ichigo youre the love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's ended. now its just a new beginning. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2459139933276274433?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2459139933276274433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2459139933276274433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2459139933276274433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2459139933276274433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-938629551928115706</id><published>2007-09-13T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:07:40.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its time for me to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: sleepy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASKJGASKJGKSDJHGKASHGKSHKGDHASKHGSKHGKSHDKG&lt;br /&gt;rotten week, mood's on a rollercoasterrr &lt;em&gt;peeweeee&lt;/em&gt; and ive been taking lots of naps and sleeping supaar lot. (and im still feeling tired)&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO MOVE ON, BAYBEH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is kns ohkay, firstly starting off w the news tht the phone i like will only have its shipment here earliest by october. whthfish if no stock then don't put the models up for sale lah. ):&lt;br /&gt;and then all the other bad things followed up, like ipod being junkish, and everything else.oh fish you poo.&lt;br /&gt;hello madeline youre being pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just got like 5hours of sleep and now im trying to find &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alice in wonderland&lt;/span&gt; movie for my art and unfortunately to no avail. ooh i found Bleach movie. GOSHHHH. i didn't watch everything but i knew &lt;strong&gt;Ichigo fell in love with this girl called Senna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like Senna's eyes. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; coloured, eewk so non eyelish colour, but i think she got this cute personality, and i absolutely love those naturally cute people :D (i obsess in them somehow)&lt;br /&gt;AHH i shall watch it during the weekends to reward meself for the rotten week. at least tht's something tht makes me &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay back to &lt;strong&gt;Alice in wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;. im like lacking of childhood. ive nvr played with marbles before, or those pebbles or whtsoever thing and worse of all,&lt;strong&gt; IVE NEVER WATCHED ALICE IN WONDERLAND BEFORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the story is &lt;em&gt;creeepy&lt;/em&gt;, like eek ekk ekk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, IVE GOT NO STORY TO WRITEEE! ): rotten.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh Terence won the raffles hotel art competition. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Cat C ohkay, told you he can draw well.(((((((((: he's like supaar talented but supaar supaar laazy, wasted duh.&lt;br /&gt;he'll get a portable game and dinner at raffles hotel anniversary with his erh, parents.&lt;br /&gt;(we think the game is &lt;strong&gt;brick game&lt;/strong&gt; :D HAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent finish makmak's zuowen yet! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW YOU SLEEPING YOU CUTIE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;你寂寞的眼 我发现 对你总不够体贴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-938629551928115706?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/938629551928115706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=938629551928115706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/938629551928115706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/938629551928115706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-time-for-me-to-go.html' title='its time for me to go'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6050426507343974882</id><published>2007-09-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:18:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youre the music in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: very deadly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY HELLO IM LIKE GONNA MAKE THIS FAST.&lt;br /&gt;i watched high school musical 2 today :D&lt;br /&gt;zac efron is hottttttttttttt, like supaar supaar totally!&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;eyes were darn nice (even though sissie said its &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;contact). but anyway, i like his messy hair hahahahahah guys shouldnt spike up their hair, natural is the best (:&lt;br /&gt;(my newest heartthrob :D, even though i dont like angmoh)&lt;br /&gt;and i like the song "&lt;strong&gt;gotta go my own way&lt;/strong&gt;" wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We might find our place in this world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i MAY tie my hair up tmrw (request from tys ._.)&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I MISS MY LONG HAIR. (alot)&lt;br /&gt;and its like supaar hot to have short hair ah, ): but anyway, maybe i may not be able to wake up on time to tie my hair :X. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no more stock of the nice phone i like ): (we went to starhub centre to check it out ah ohkay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay this is srsly patheticzxzzxzxzz. i want a new phone a new phone and a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i bought a new bag today (:&lt;br /&gt;supar waste money i know, i swear i won't like look at any other bags for 526475641564789 years.&lt;br /&gt;(you know me, i won't do it :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH IM LIKE SO DEAD TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts tmrw! oh what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;why is disney channel showing the high school musical movie (all about school end and holidays and summerbreak) &lt;em&gt;WHEN&lt;/em&gt;.... school's starting tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;bummer, what a good timing. they could like make it last week right.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I COULD HAVE SEEN ZAC EFRON A WEEK AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;sissie don't think he's cute (no, not zac efron, stupid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6050426507343974882?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6050426507343974882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6050426507343974882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6050426507343974882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6050426507343974882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-music-in-me.html' title='youre the music in me'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4117746780798900240</id><published>2007-09-08T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:11:30.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic cups and paper hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM THE BIGGGESSST LOSER IN THE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;someone bury me alive please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;im in woodlands library now, supposingly to be mugging but i gave up half way and went to read comics (what a loser) and then went back to mug and went to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;ive like studied srsly only for arnd 1.5hours since ive been here (im here since like 1030 and its like 1604 now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me dead, please.&lt;br /&gt;in this rate i bet mum's gonna see Mr Ho again ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh i like geography (for now only)&lt;br /&gt;YES YES! soft engineering, hard engineering! dunes! mangrove plantations! YAY. haha at least i got smth in my head (no im not referring to the txtbook now)&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, i wont pass my geography test too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret soundtrack is the loveee. supaar prettaye ah i tell you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt; nike waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'll miss my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; one terribly, so im hesistatinggggg.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDDY'S COMING BACK TONIGHT, YAY YAY YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh there's this photography exhibition going on (right in front of my computer)&lt;br /&gt;the photographs are great and and and....&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A CUTE GUY INFRONT HAHAHAHAHAH :D *drrooooollls*&lt;br /&gt;ohkay supaar dumb i shall go back to my books again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4117746780798900240?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4117746780798900240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4117746780798900240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4117746780798900240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4117746780798900240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/mood-bored-im-bigggessst-loser-in-world.html' title='plastic cups and paper hearts'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6901853103887888857</id><published>2007-09-04T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:40:33.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: shitty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay this is so cool im in the library now hahahhaha i want to sign up the library computer thing which is so &lt;em&gt;coooolieooo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-.- i sound as though ive like never used the computer before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye i felt so weird today tht i didn't study much when im at kap but i don't plan to study tonight too.&lt;br /&gt;(tht's why im like shitty now)&lt;br /&gt;ive borrowed books! (yes, i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;read), and when there's books, nth else matters.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im still considering whether to go for seng's ss tmrw anot because i bet it will be just copying notes, i got a relilable notes-copier Eleanor(even if i go i'll be like doing somthing else and she'll be copyin and i'll copy from her notes later ._.) but i know she will be darn bored without me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we always go to the toilet and then go to refill water during Mr Seng's lesson (we spent like 10mins on tht ususally and we do it everytime, i swear)&lt;br /&gt;hahhahhhahaha i like to drink and pee cannot ah, my record is going to the toilet THRICE within 2.5hours, really. beams*&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i'll be going because it will be so randomly and i don't think i can wake up tmrw morning (i plan to read till like 0300 tmrw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye people hahaha i shall not use the computer anymore (i can do it, really really really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i lost my elearning password (i didn't lose it lah i think some nothing to do people go hack my account even though i don't think anyone will do tht)&lt;br /&gt;HOW AH HOW AH! ): i don't want to call the person.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't leave it just like tht, the chemistry assignment is like 10% of my CA leh, like tht sure F9 alrdy (im alrdy F9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE AH. SHITTTT. *goes to the toilet to eat poo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6901853103887888857?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6901853103887888857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6901853103887888857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6901853103887888857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6901853103887888857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title='when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7197732901245415496</id><published>2007-09-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:37:40.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can give you gatsby</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: desires&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello i want a new phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;beepbeepbeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its currently out of stock now in bpp's outlet, so help me get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W580i &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll get either the urban grey one or the white one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;white is so common so i think i'll get the grey one, lovelove (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIMMMEEE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dad says he'll get it for me when he comes back on sunday, hope there's stock!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay so random byebyeee! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holidays, mug, sleep, mug, sleep, going KAP to mug again tmrw, i like the environment there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7197732901245415496?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7197732901245415496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7197732901245415496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7197732901245415496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7197732901245415496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-can-give-you-gatsby.html' title='i can give you gatsby'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7256480656285108487</id><published>2007-08-31T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: uneasy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YOU ALL 1 2 AND 3! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is an extremeeely nice day, YAY, and i shall be nice and share photos with you all! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aces day is darn hot, the basketballers are supaar supaar supaar cute and hot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHA they can all wriggle twist and shake well *blows whistle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and anywayyyy, the programme is boring like xxzxxzzxxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the funniest part of all is Mr Lim Y.T's candle's flame got really &lt;strong&gt;big &lt;/strong&gt;and he's like chao eye catching while Mr Ho sits there sadly by himself, looking at his candle without any flame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well x).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes shut up i didn't go band today lah i know they'll like slaughter me tmrw but who cares, primary school is&lt;strong&gt; much much more important&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to Lot one with June to have smth light and printed photos and Ruishan came to meet me and we went back to GRPS tgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its really stupid because when the gate will open at arnd 45mins later so we went greenridge plaza to meet the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, so &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;me, ruishan, regina, jamie, jerome, jeremy, renyi, eric and gabriel&lt;/span&gt; went back tgt! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw many people there :D yay i saw irena, jill, zhenhan, brandon and 6love people! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway this is supaar dumb because we cannot go anywhere else but the canteen (they had staffs all around blocking everywhere)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, me and Ruishan managed to escape! (yes, chao pro can) we went to the washroom and walked arnd and took photos to make the others jealous. they (very unfortunately) failed to escape because they're like in a group of 6 or so and they said they want to go toilet ._. like helllloooo!&lt;br /&gt;anyway we walked pass the hall and everyone (assembly!) was looking at us :X *blushes* =&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104895794177178322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg7rYtQ-tI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lma71QUUl8k/s320/31-08-07_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh tht's like smth to show off to others, random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104895798472145634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg7rotQ-uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tdWIswHOMjY/s320/31-08-07_1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the wallpaper is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME, ME, ME!&lt;/span&gt; :D hohooooo. (there's another bigger one and i loooked totally retarded there ): ) im like primary 5 then (in some stupid elf clothing) i think i didn't change alot :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be jealous, people. &lt;strong&gt;HOW MANY OF YOU GET TO HAVE YOUR FACE AS THE WALLPAPER IN THE SCHOOL?&lt;/strong&gt; 2 of my faces somemore. (jamie got too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104896008925543154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg734tQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5LbYScFjgCo/s320/31-08-07_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we met Ms Rena Yeo and Ms Lek! :D whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were chased out of the school after that ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to greenridge plaza then and we chatted while waiting for jamie to bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were drawing out our sitting arrangement and i saw ruishan's pencilbox is small tillll....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104896008925543170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg734tQ-wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3KFdX7ny3FM/s320/31-08-07_1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aft tht me, jamie, regina and ruishan left and reached bugis arnd 1700, chao late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104896013220510498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg74ItQ-yI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FOG7L_Oajms/s320/31-08-07_1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104896008925543186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg734tQ-xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hwLBQH8Ggfo/s320/31-08-07_1702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the bus! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooooh then we went to bugis junction and walked arnd but anyway we got separated so me and ruishan who havent ate yet went to eat :D aft tht find them and went to Bugis street to shop arnd (we saw &lt;strong&gt;Sun Wen Hai&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Zhang Le Sheng&lt;/strong&gt;! )and went back again to Bugis junction to pei jamie eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were totally crazeh during the food junction, bus stop and bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear everyone looked at us laughing like mad dogs (and jamie barking!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruishan is &lt;strong&gt;CHAO&lt;/strong&gt; power. we played &lt;strong&gt;handwrestling.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 vs 1&lt;/span&gt;, me and jamie vs ruishan and we put in ALLLL of our energy while ruishan's hand didnt even bulge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatthefish, RUISHAN YOU BIANTAI YOU THIS SI AHLIAN / SISSY AHBENG, GO AWAYY! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nough' said, i love them all (REGINA IS EXTREMEEEEELY CUTE I TELL YOU!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one year alrdddyyyyyyyy!&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/8097365-7256480656285108487?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7256480656285108487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7256480656285108487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7256480656285108487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7256480656285108487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-escape.html' title='the great escape'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rtg7rYtQ-tI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lma71QUUl8k/s72-c/31-08-07_1346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5682726905087063133</id><published>2007-08-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:00:10.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: numb&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay hello goodmorning its like 0130 in the morning now! i got bored squeezing brain juices for my english compo (die ah die ah!) so i came to find some entertainment here, psst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay anyway anyway we had the art competition at raffles hotel ystd. its like supaar supaar classsy can.&lt;br /&gt;got like 3 people to serve the 7 of us when we're eating, food was great too.&lt;br /&gt;haha talking about food, i can have nuggets for breakfast later! :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random pssst, I CAN'T FIND THE SONGS I WANT! ):&lt;br /&gt;why why why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh we got the progress report back alrdy. ive failed like half of the subjects i take ):&lt;br /&gt;one A1 only gosh. depresssingggg.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, new blogsong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we'll feel so alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight i shall pop in the bed soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5682726905087063133?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5682726905087063133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5682726905087063133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5682726905087063133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5682726905087063133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-be-your-best-kept-secret-and-your.html' title='i&apos;ll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3983283290044675002</id><published>2007-08-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:30:43.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to end it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: supaar upset&lt;/u &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need some help here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WWWWHHHHYYYYYYYYY! ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.is.like.supaar.supaar.sad ohkay *jumps down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall really dig a hole and disappear inside for arnd 3mths or so, or hibernate for 3 mths. i need time to recover frm all these stupid things zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the finale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, this is really stupid because i purposely went to buy some chocs for tmrw's art competition but hey i finished them all alrdy! *slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;whtever booboo, i'll get diabetes one fine day stupid &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sweettooth&lt;/span&gt;. I SUCKKK ): and everyone will go HA-HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems no sense lahh whatthefish am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;depresssssssseddddd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like empty, empty,empty.&lt;br /&gt;SHOULDN'T HAVE THOUGHT SO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know smtimes when im really sad i'll force myself  to cheer up and i'll go mad, like really really mad. acting supaar hyper and all. i don't know. i don't have the mood to do anything now. akgjksjgksjdkgsdgsasdf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello goodbye im getting really stupid up here like entertaining nobody byebye, i shall abandon my english compo and do smth tht will really make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hibernate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im like just trying too hard, baybeh, too too hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3983283290044675002?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/3983283290044675002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=3983283290044675002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3983283290044675002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3983283290044675002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-end-it-all.html' title='to end it all'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-498851117974566572</id><published>2007-08-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:37:40.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll carry on</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: sweet:D &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;guess what guess what, Tiara gave me and sissie &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ralph Lauren &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; Toilette&lt;/span&gt; each (not tht we'll use them anyway) but gosh its the thought tht counts right! im being really good too i gave her &lt;strong&gt;bugs bunny grape gummies&lt;/strong&gt;, see see, we're like so nice people!&lt;br /&gt;(its so unfair sissie gets everything too when she's sleeping all day long)&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY ANYWAY ANYWAY, the happy thing is i tried the perfume thing and sprayed a lil bit on my hand and it smells reaally light and sweet and i like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling happy because i smell nice now!&lt;br /&gt;(ohkay i shall stop acting like a retard as if ive never smelled nice in my entire life before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like &lt;em&gt;patheticzzzz&lt;/em&gt; i should learn to read instructions before i do anything!&lt;br /&gt;being kanchiong made me loss arnd 5marks in the maths test (i didn't round off to 1dec place).&lt;br /&gt;somebody stab me with a knife please, or perphaps dig my eyeballies out! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, ystd was a really nice and pleasant sunday afternoon stuck in&lt;strong&gt; KAP&lt;/strong&gt; studying reaally hard and managing to do maths qns and using the tissues(selfservice one ohkay!) as rough paper.&lt;br /&gt;i like i like! :D&lt;br /&gt;im productive outside but not in home, i don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;but bad thing is i like to pee alot sometimes and its kind of stupid to like walk to the toilet aft every 45mins :X&lt;br /&gt;and aft mugging daddy and mum came to fetch me &amp; sissie and we had a happy dinner together (:&lt;br /&gt;simple and sweet, with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA. ohkay my eyelids are closing alrdy lah! ): i shall go do my maths and zzz (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love you you love me we're one big family! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-498851117974566572?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/498851117974566572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=498851117974566572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/498851117974566572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/498851117974566572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-carry-on.html' title='we&apos;ll carry on'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-577960363074998152</id><published>2007-08-26T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:53:14.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the star and the stray dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: tired&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i think its arnd like, 0140 in the morning and its another brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;totallly stupid, i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the campus superstar final ystd and believe it or not, tht's the first time i watched the show. and i don't know any of them, like real slow can. ): &lt;strong&gt;NO, I DON'T LIVE IN A HOLE LAH!&lt;/strong&gt; i got tuition. ): srsly i need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, keely is chio! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd's band was really short, i like. and lixian was &lt;em&gt;reaaaaally reaaally&lt;/em&gt; nice she helped me to polish my instrument ohkay. she just take and polish. (i want to make this clear tht i nver bully her alright!) hahah cute girl, dont worry lah we're passing out soon and you can have the more &lt;strong&gt;shiny shiny&lt;/strong&gt; one then.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think i miss chingkit ):&lt;br /&gt;my right hand is pathetic. I NEED TO BE STRONG! (i barely survive the rehearsal on friday, weakass).&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall go to the zoo everyday and use elephants as weights.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was sick and i almost tore a page from my Amaths book for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a new waterbottle! another of my neverending desires ): this is bad, i know.&lt;br /&gt;aye aye, saw some rather nice ones with appearance tht appeals to me but the prob is tht they don't have the thing for sucking (whtever you call tht).&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THOSE WITH HOLES TO SUCK ONE AYE. this is stupid lah but im like laaazy to open the cap everytime i drink, so i think sucking one is darn convienent.&lt;br /&gt;i want an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; waterbotttle tht i can suck. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i can hear my stomach growling so loudly tht can wake sissie up (maybe not). anyway goodnight! :D&lt;br /&gt;(ooh i want go KAP to mug)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-577960363074998152?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/577960363074998152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=577960363074998152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/577960363074998152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/577960363074998152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/star-and-stray-dog.html' title='the star and the stray dog'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1235253447275558471</id><published>2007-08-23T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:29:34.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so beautiful tht makes me wanna cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: cherrry!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY today is a really happy day because we don't have remedials! yes shut up you all monsters, i passed my chemistry Redox test arh ohkay! :D&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and rush my hwk aft i post and ive tuition aft tht!&lt;br /&gt;life's so great because half of my tuition hwk is about amaths trigo and we havent learn tht yet so i don't know how to do and don't need to do. *dances arnd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new way of holding saxophone during parades is darn power, i can feel the muscle pain in my right arm now. WHY MUST MY SAXOPHONE BE SO HEAVY? D:&lt;br /&gt;by the time i pass out (next year! :D) i'll have like alot of muscles, then i can go arnd offending everyone and say "cmlah want challenge me" and flash my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;ohmyfish thtts like so solid! :D&lt;br /&gt;randomly watching MTV ystd and i saw a MV with some guy playing baritone saxophone, lovelove! (:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH me wants me baritone saxophone back! darn shiok you know, no need share stand, no need share file, no need to march.&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's rehearsal tmrw, which means more &lt;strong&gt;muscles building sessions&lt;/strong&gt;. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay this whole thing is so random and i feel so hot (as usual) and i need a bath.&lt;br /&gt;haha and &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; is being so srsssly cute,lovelove (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i can't help it. i didn't want to but i can't control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;its overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1235253447275558471?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1235253447275558471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1235253447275558471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1235253447275558471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1235253447275558471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-beautiful-tht-makes-me-wanna-cry.html' title='so beautiful tht makes me wanna cry'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6886559257463454142</id><published>2007-08-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:05:15.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i count the steps tht you take</title><content type='html'>you know, its like a knife with an ultra sharp blade stabbed into your heart deeply.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6886559257463454142?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6886559257463454142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6886559257463454142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6886559257463454142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6886559257463454142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-count-steps-tht-you-take.html' title='i count the steps tht you take'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7728245754912476994</id><published>2007-08-18T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:29:44.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you could make it better</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: 25% happy, 75% hungry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i don't know why but i feeeel so weirdy nowadays oh somebody please tell me why):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blogskin because i felt that ive been using that for at least 5454534 years its time to move on and byebye and haha i like this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY LIVEEARTH &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my Physics test like yay oh baybeh, i think i may be starting to like physics, maybe maybe.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so i see, hard work does pay off, and i like the feeling when hard work pays off, YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay im like sick for 1week plus lah ): tht's why i didn't go band today. somebody tell me how to march and play when youre diagnosed with cough? hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;oh well i like prime time:D and pangsai glennmiller solo is iashgoishdgihskghskgksghkh.&lt;br /&gt;i need sectionals ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peilin didn't go to band today because she got a bandage on a leg and she said that it all happens when she woke up and put her legs on her ground and its pain (smth like tht)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHLAU SHE THINKS IM A FIVE YEAR OLD KID?!?&lt;/strong&gt; (im so unlike carlyn ohkay!)&lt;br /&gt;some nice story, hahahaha, but anyway the bandage thing is real and its so sad because the bandage is not on her foot if not i'll step on it like 465476546 to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;ohmg im such a saddist lah, &lt;em&gt;meaniee momo&lt;/em&gt; *slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its like i always think tht people who cuts their own wrists are reaaaally very not self-loving and dumb (its like chaox45645646 pain ohkay) and it reaaaally hurts when i realised there's one who do that and she's right beside me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHY LAH. TELL ME WHY&lt;/span&gt;. i don't like people around me hurting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;): thisissodarnheartbreaking, *pingpiang*.&lt;br /&gt;(oh but she's very mean she discrimate my very adorable garfield plaster i gave her! ): HOW CAN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayeaye i gottto fly to KAP alrdy lah and later to JE to mug (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY! i shall conquer you one day, you wait and see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7728245754912476994?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7728245754912476994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7728245754912476994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7728245754912476994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7728245754912476994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-could-make-it-better.html' title='you could make it better'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6466724392434539806</id><published>2007-08-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:01:29.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: 2% numb, 98% disappointed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 19th birthday, Tiara!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and your twinnie!)&lt;br /&gt;have a fun and nice day with your prataman/ icecream man/ satay man/ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShiLin's fried octopus is &lt;3, its making me fat ):&lt;br /&gt;so sinful ohkay, like drinking 200 litres of oil. I THINK I HAVE TO RUN LIKE 52773573 ROUNDS LATER! ):&lt;br /&gt;hiakhiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye thank you xxx for making me so happy ystd! :D yes 10 minutes is enough!&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo happy that i couldn't walk straight (not that i could anyway)&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my couzzie's eyes are extremely power, she spotted my holely like 3metres away? i was darn shocked can hahahahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;and some dictionary said im an alien (oh derry! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody did not wear &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay this whole thing is so random yes no zzxzzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;byebye i think maths is more impt than squeezing all my brain juice to find smth to post about.&lt;br /&gt;lovelove! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6466724392434539806?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6466724392434539806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6466724392434539806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6466724392434539806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6466724392434539806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-2-numb-98-disappointed-happy-19th.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2893202144175853702</id><published>2007-08-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:03:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay no mood today because im laazy to think what mood im in, lollameasss ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye i slpt at 0430 today just to pia my art. oh and i woke up at 1200, surprisingly early because sissie was pestering me. I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP SRSLY ):&lt;br /&gt;ohkay then aft i blog i shall bounce off to cont'd with my hwk, those neverending mountains. *faints with the thought of them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really working hard to get my L1R5 &lt;20 so i don't have to bring mummy to see Mr.Ho and Mr.Lim again. oh well Mr Lim talked as though he've knwn me for 68745653453 years or more but bloody hell i bet he've never seen me before. maybe yes but he don't rmb. how irony, him the total stranger telling mum things about me. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissie says im suffering from depression and recommends me to see some pyscologists or whoever but srsly i think maybe hibernating for a month or so would be better.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, flying to neverland to see some cuties and hunks would do some good too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NEW BLOG SONG &lt;3 ive been searching high and low and high and low and high and low and high and low and ......(con'tds on) for this song! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;我明白停在你的怀里 却不一定在你心里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounces off to the mountain of hwk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2893202144175853702?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2893202144175853702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2893202144175853702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2893202144175853702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2893202144175853702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-ohkay-no-mood-today-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-665983572917320580</id><published>2007-08-10T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:24:05.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: 40% awake, 60% hardworking &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY ITS A VERY NICE SUNNY HOLIDAY AND IM GOING TO MAKE THE BEST OUT OF IT BY STUDYING REAAAAL HARD! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhaahahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very sad because i just saw some really chio orange rubberbands [different tones somemore] on sissie's table and i don't have any hair to tie!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;me wants me hair back.&lt;br /&gt;agkjhaskhgskdhkgasjhkgsjkgdj so rubbishy i still prefer short hair! convienent zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amethyst and i like totally make a fool out of ourselves by going into one of the big kitchen of a restaurant at esplanade ystd.&lt;br /&gt;there's too many "authorised personnel" doors and we don't know which one is correct so we anyhow open and she opened the backdoor of a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;its darn funnaye because an assistant was chopping some meat and looked up at us.&lt;br /&gt;AGJKSGDKASJKGSJKGDJSDKJG&lt;br /&gt;in the end Adil opened the right door for us :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay dadddy is coming back today and i shall show him my nice haircut (:&lt;br /&gt;me is very fillal because i didn't eat up all the strawberry cheesecake and left a piece for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh this is like sooo depresssinggggggggzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;*closes eyes and pretend nth had happened before*&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop seeing things tht makes me feel like so *beepbeep* sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-665983572917320580?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/665983572917320580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/665983572917320580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-40-awake-60-hardworking-ohkay-its.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-36980000644551947</id><published>2007-08-08T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:11.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood : 79% tired, 21% dreamy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i watched "&lt;strong&gt;Secret&lt;/strong&gt;" at cinelesiure today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096333576012722178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RrnQYscicAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBeSUG0dA78/s320/d99432dd819fb3d18d1029f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096333502998278130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RrnQUccib_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8ZhgeK5qhLw/s320/cd3567ec7efef9d92f2e2139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arghhh its like darn sad can! ):&lt;br /&gt;jay chou is supaar adorable and the girl is reaaaaaaaaaaallyyy chio and elegant, i like. *hearts&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! chao sad. really (somebody stop me if not i'll cont'd with my "chao sad" forever!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohkay and today's really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE GOT THEIR PRETTAYE RED RIBBONS ON THEIR HAIR EXCEPT ME! ):&lt;br /&gt;eeeeh they discriminate me ): i want red ribbons too! why cant people with short hair have red ribbons ):&lt;br /&gt;ooooh and i didn't get to see the ndp thing in the parade square zzz i want! ): they got tattooos you know which is so darn cooolieeeooo!&lt;br /&gt;i'd have paste one fakie tattoo on my forehead and on everybody else :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i bid farewell to you today (: this is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;YAY i feel so much better now. i still miss, but i guess its just rather over now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohkay i shall go to stuff my Oreo muffin/ strawberry cheesecake and pop into bed! there's still band tmrw ):&lt;br /&gt;ahgklskgshkgdhaskhgdskhgksdkgdkgshkgdhaskg&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY NATIONAL FAMILY DAY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-36980000644551947?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/36980000644551947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/36980000644551947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-79-tired-21-dreamy-oh-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RrnQYscicAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBeSUG0dA78/s72-c/d99432dd819fb3d18d1029f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5086489673369103200</id><published>2007-08-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:41:14.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: 100% mixed feelings ): &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is acting horribly today when they see me. they acted as though theyve seen a ghost. hellllllo no need for big reaction can i only cut my hair ._.&lt;br /&gt;jakjgaskjgiasjigksjdkgjaskigdjsiodjgiskdjglisdjgiewt&lt;br /&gt;Lynette said i looked like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CookieMonster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Big Bird&lt;/span&gt;, yanting said i looked like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buttercup&lt;/span&gt;, Kenneth said he'd give Amethyst 100bucks [no kiddding] to cut my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;its not that horrible ohkay ):&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is the nice one, he said there's not much difference. (:&lt;br /&gt;many commented that i looked cuter but helllloo, im trying to act mature ohkay. no not act, im like darn mature ohkaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;*deepens voice and tiptoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye, tmrw is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National day&lt;/span&gt; eve oooh, speech day!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO PERFORM LAH XXXXX PLSSS. i want to go home early like all the others.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi is being very $%^ ): argh expected zxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzx&lt;br /&gt;my friends are always so darn pangseh. eeh pangsai lah im sick of being a goood somebody alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeehhhhhhh &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE LAH ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly i don't know whats wrong with myself i felt like everyone's an enemy to me, even the good friends. oh boy somebody come slap me, real hard.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screwww you up&lt;/em&gt; madeline why are you so weird pfffffffffffft*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go jump down go bang the door go kiss the dustbin go dig a hole rahhhh whtever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever baybeh, its time to bid farewell, i didn't really get to bid a proper farewell last time you went away ):&lt;br /&gt;i shall do it proper and nice this time round, when i see you again very soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you, i love you &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so that you wont be there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5086489673369103200?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5086489673369103200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5086489673369103200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-100-mixed-feelings-everyone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8802001209787899629</id><published>2007-08-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:47:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood: 85% light, 15% scared&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hippydoodddyhipepeeeahhhhhehh&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10 REASONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;01)&lt;/span&gt; some aliens came and attacked my hair&lt;br /&gt;02) ive gone crazeh and cut my own hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;03)&lt;/span&gt; i do maths and im so stressed tht i pulled my hair out&lt;br /&gt;04) somebody set fire on my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;05)&lt;/span&gt; somebody bombed my house and my hair caught fire&lt;br /&gt;06) Xavier told me that i look nicer with short hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;07)&lt;/span&gt; i had a dream and god said i'll find a lot of boyfriends with short hair&lt;br /&gt;08) chewing gum stuck on my hair so ive got no choice but to cut it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;09)&lt;/span&gt; my dog thought tht my hair was actually weeds and bit it off&lt;br /&gt;10) some bimbo got jealous of my long hair and cut it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatever it is, my long hair is gone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why i cut it short too, i just feel like it. only wanted to cut my fringe but 5mins before cutting i decided i shall cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;moodswings, whateverrr.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is like darn short now. *pffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiara said its nice and she thinks that ive got a personality of my own *beams*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look darn innocent and neat now ):&lt;br /&gt;oh well i think my hairstyle is rather ever-changing. aft all i cut my hair short twice within 3years and keep layering here and there and xxx HOHO. i shall cut botak next time. &lt;em&gt;shave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got new aircons today (:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye old lousehh noiseeeh 11year old aircons!&lt;br /&gt;but the newaircons are so faaaat! agijhasiodgiajsoghidsgiosdhgio.&lt;br /&gt;it took them arnd 5hours to get everything done ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a good sleep of 15hours straight last evening and i didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;i did smth for my lovayes today (: yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh i so crave for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt; now ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8802001209787899629?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8802001209787899629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8802001209787899629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-85-light-15-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3473627846295233481</id><published>2007-08-04T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:12:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;mood : 73% upset, 27% pissed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i felt so so so upset today that i couldn't paint properly (chao ugly, i don't know how to answer Ms Ong) and so upset till i just threw the paintbrush and started tearing.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;rotten mood like the rotten &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh whats happening to me!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is making my life &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im doing a one man&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; hide-and-seek&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;merry-go-round&lt;/span&gt; games.&lt;br /&gt;just today, i need to find my stand, score and tuner.&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAU WANT TAKE THINGS CANNOT ASK HUH.&lt;br /&gt;i came back frm the perf to find my stand missing and ive to go find it and wtf lah im like supaar pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuner is worse. &lt;strong&gt;HELLO I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE TUNER IS NOW&lt;/strong&gt;. its been missing for a while and today i found the cover which is empty inside on the conductors' table and &lt;strong&gt;me-the-very-bu-shuang&lt;/strong&gt; went arnd to ask all the student conductors and almost everyone whom i thought would have the tuner where is the darn thing but i get not much out of them.&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))): i took really really good care of it and make sure its in place everytime because its chingkit's one but hello they just take it on their own, because i saw the tuner once with bass guitar and i didn't lend them that.&lt;br /&gt;im supaar fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;hello tuner come back ohkay? ): i got totally no idea where to find it now.&lt;br /&gt;either i'll get killed by Chingkit or i'll go crazeh and kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AIDGHAIOGHIOASHGIASJGKSJHKGJSKDGJSKDGJKSAJGKASJG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AJSKGJSKGJSKGJKSJDG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KSDJGKSJGKJSAKGJSKGJSKJGSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear if one fine day i really managed to find that tuner back i'll&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER&lt;/span&gt; lend it to other people, not even student conductors. yes im&lt;em&gt; bloody selfish&lt;/em&gt; its not really mine but i take possession of it because its ON my case and i believe ive got the responsibility to take care of it [i didn't do a good job i guess )):]&lt;br /&gt;I shall not put it on the handle of my case anymore, i shall put it in a supaaaar secret place and lock the tuner with 100 locks so tht noone shall touch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like band.&lt;br /&gt;and the following week is full of it, tmrw theres istana, wed theres speech day and thurs got esplanade thing&lt;br /&gt;): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*FOLDS A PAPER PLANE, SIT ON IT AND FLYAWAY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay im still really upset i feel like kicking somebody, most properly the idiot who's holding on to the tuner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p.s. i shall start of most of my entries with the percentage of my mood now because i think its effing cool :D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3473627846295233481?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3473627846295233481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3473627846295233481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-73-upset-27-pissed-i-felt-so-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4851377168961986619</id><published>2007-08-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:34:44.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww daddy noticed the arcylic paint stains on the curtains ):&lt;br /&gt;i was holding some brushes in one hand while painting in another [convienent!] and then the brushes accidentally touched the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't angry at all, but he said the curtains cost like $1000.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he's kidding ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai people came and June and Yisiew were supaar nice to bring a whole lot of them to come and visit me aft my Physics remedial on Monday and i took photos with two of them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY IVE MADE NEW FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;! :D different countries somemore!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, Yisiew's buddy &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BingQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; is chio but i got a hard time trying to remember her name ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read Gerard's "DearBoys" comic and the basketballer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No.6 Tsutomu Ishii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is hot, totally hot.*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's Chemistry test is reaaally hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;I told Mumm ive failed my chem mole test by half mark and she's very happy and went off telling my dad ive made improvements even though ive failed.&lt;br /&gt;._. oh well, she doesn't know that almost 3/4 or more of the people in my class passed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajsoklghaiusodgolashgaouiugjkasodghsaopgsdg my stomach is growling ):&lt;br /&gt;i shall go get myself more fats gosh whatever happened to diet plan? self control self control!kjghaklhgkldkgjdks byebye people hello dinner-cum-supper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4851377168961986619?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4851377168961986619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4851377168961986619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/08/aww-daddy-noticed-arcylic-paint-stains.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-9209900752037339298</id><published>2007-07-29T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:25:08.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPORTS DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;greeeen&lt;/span&gt; is the love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well me and june were commenting on many things and talking bad about some people and heh i think we're rather mean, but i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi and Yisiew spent half of the whole sports day in the toilet or changing room or whatever, digging gold or laying eggs, i reckon, because theyre disappeared most of the time.&lt;br /&gt; even if theyre there, theyre in bad mood and sulky faces and they thought its very hot down there but it seems fine to me and june ._. theyre so scared of getting tanned i think ):&lt;br /&gt;i thought getting tanned is darn nice ): ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;strong&gt; vanity is not a sin&lt;/strong&gt;, but its irritating :X&lt;br /&gt;i don't bloody care about my appearance [look at my hair, for instance]&lt;br /&gt;well well, different people different characterrr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bought alot of snacks but nobody ate them.&lt;br /&gt;): wahlau in the end im like the only one chewing my snacks unhappily ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT RAINED HALFWAY! ;D exciting exciting hoho!&lt;br /&gt;and me and Yisiew ran back to the MRTstation because Jiayi took my umbrella and theyre darn slow in their actions and me and Yisiew were alrdy drenched like xxx and its very annoying so we just ran w/o the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;in the end June and Jiayi got an umbrella each while me and Yisiew got nth ): boo.&lt;br /&gt;and my contacts dropped out when running D: ekk pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to JE and went home aft that, can't do much when youre half blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Ngee Ann City! (:&lt;br /&gt;well it wasnt planned AT ALL. i was doing my maths for like hours and i got very flared up because theyre so chim and i decided to start on my Art and then i rmbed i need to get a book!&lt;br /&gt;it was arnd 1700 then and i told sissie to go Ngee Ann City with me tmrw but in the end we decided to go today.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we just got changed and head off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supaaaar unfortunately i didn't managed to get my book from Kinokuniya but sissie got her chem book so she's happy (: while im ): .&lt;br /&gt;oh and the books are darn ex! sissie's book costs like sixty plus ):&lt;br /&gt;rather expected actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heh in the end im a happy girl because i got a very cute MyMelody cup and a supaar big MyMelody's head toy thing at Takashimaya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): my anklet dropped out so my foot looks darn empty with just a pair of white flipflops ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a fool out of myself at NUM because i was looking at the price tag of the exact shirt and design [but diff colour] im wearing ._. and there's a hottie salesman looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall dig a ultrabig hole and jump inside there and disappear forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres a very big hole in my heart  ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-9209900752037339298?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/9209900752037339298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/9209900752037339298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/sports-day-yay-greeeen-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3238047071694938157</id><published>2007-07-26T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:17:47.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay sports day is tmrw, exciting exciting!&lt;br /&gt;i waited rather long for tmrw because there's no school and i can slack abit and go to sleep early tonight!&lt;br /&gt;oh me, yisiew, june, peilin and jiayi are all wearing &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; tmrw, greenies!&lt;br /&gt;yay greeeen, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIVE EARTH &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright bussssy nowadays, with hwk and tuitions and tests ):&lt;br /&gt;today's Emaths and HMT tests are horrible. *groans*&lt;br /&gt;oh well oh well, no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to name my future-dog&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Dobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;even if im scared of dogs, i MUST have a dog next time, darn cute, those little creatures looking up at you with their big watery eyes and wags their tails.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i don't like about them is well, their tongues and teeth :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakerol's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Grapefruit &lt;/span&gt;sweet is chao nice &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i kept eating them lah i think i'll get some sweet disease soon omg SOMEBODY HIDE THOSE LOVAYE SWEETS PLEASE! ):&lt;br /&gt;hehe i bought alot of snacks for tmrw! ;D oh its alright, no worries about the Fats part, we'll all be burning our fats under the scorching sun. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suntan suntan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;oh well i shall make myself sweat as much as i can so that i'll be able to stink up the whole band room *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept laughing smiling and talking to myself nowadays, not that i don't do them in the past but you see, the rate of me going siao increases rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;hehe because &lt;strong&gt;somebody made me darn happy and blissful last Friday&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;just the thought of it made me happy and happiness filled me [sounds the same but nehh, whatever!]&lt;br /&gt;YAY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh i want go NUS to meet some professor with sissie during Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;but i will have to leave band halfway which is impossible because hello noob will believe that im going to NUS to meet some professor. ):&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but i want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and well, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;marbles&lt;/span&gt; are effing prettaye lil things.&lt;br /&gt;i want.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know where to get them ): yes lack of childhooood, sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3238047071694938157?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3238047071694938157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3238047071694938157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-sports-day-is-tmrw-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3305926846551566435</id><published>2007-07-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:18:52.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all creatures out there ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA i read &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; alrdy! i spent my whole day lying on the bed during saturday when i reached home and found that the supaar chio book is on my table and i started reading from arnd 1600 to 2400 and stopped to eat my very late dinner and then cont'd reading till sunday's 0130.&lt;br /&gt;yes so i had supaar late dinner and no bath :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand part of the story ): but the story's alright, many people died.&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST DOBBY, FROM ALL THE ELVES, DIE? D:&lt;br /&gt;dobby is cute, and i like Tonks too! ): why cant bad arses like Draco's dad die? unfair.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? ): *bangs on keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;i shall write to J.K Rowling and ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;happy ending&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway HarryPotter and the Order of Phoenix is horrible, totally.&lt;br /&gt;caught it last sat with Ruishan and she said the movie is horrible too :X&lt;br /&gt;I want watch &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh i had a &lt;em&gt;bad dream&lt;/em&gt; [smth like nightmare but i dont think is nightmare, just horrible] during my sleep last night. oh gosh ive not been having dreams for quite long [i felt rather depressed about it, acutally] and now when i finaaaaaally dreamt of smth, its a bad one!&lt;br /&gt;): so bad that i cried so much in my dream, i don't know whther i cried or not in my sleep, as in tears broke out like exactly wht's happening in my dream but i don't know, i felt very sad ):&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i hoped that dreams don't come true, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay and Sunday's a very fine day, i spent the WHOLE day doing my Art.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ong doesn't believe that i don't know how to paint ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway ive finished half of it and its better than wht ive expected but the whole colour thing is different from the original one.&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes nice weekend well spent, i didn't do any maths or other hwk ):&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep at 0300 today i guess. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY STOMACH IS GROWLING.&lt;br /&gt;eek im chao hungry ):&lt;br /&gt;but im on diet [well at least i think i am] and i shall perserve by not eating, yes i shall! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3305926846551566435?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3305926846551566435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3305926846551566435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-all-creatures-out-there-d.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4975962650615272364</id><published>2007-07-19T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:13:07.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;私奔到月球&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;词：阿信 曲：阿信&lt;br /&gt;演唱：五月天+陈绮贞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其实你 是个心狠又手辣 的小偷&lt;br /&gt;我的心 我的呼吸和名字 都偷走&lt;br /&gt;你才是 绑架我的凶手 机车後座的我 吹著风 逃离了平庸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这星球 天天有五十亿人 在错过&lt;br /&gt;多幸运 有你一起看星星 在争宠&lt;br /&gt;这一刻 不再问为什麼 不再去猜测人和人 心和心 有什麼不同&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一二三 牵著手 四五六 抬起头&lt;br /&gt;七八九 我们私奔到月球&lt;br /&gt;让双脚 去腾空 让我们 去感受&lt;br /&gt;那无忧的真空 那月色纯真的感动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你说 太聪明往往还是 会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我笑著 倾听孤单终结後 的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;看月亮 像夜空的瞳孔 静静凝视你我 和我们閙嚷的星球&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;靠近你 怎麼突然两个人 都词穷&lt;br /&gt;让心跳 像是野火燎原般 的汹涌&lt;br /&gt;这一刻 让命运也沉默 让脚尖划过天和天 地和地 缘分的宇宙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4975962650615272364?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4975962650615272364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4975962650615272364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/3.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3004351104910672309</id><published>2007-07-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:00:23.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;轻轻的一个吻已经打动我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;深深的一段情教我思念到如今&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth came back today and played this song with us (:&lt;br /&gt;ah the words may be so simple but srsly they touched my heart, i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh i got a lot of things to post one ohkay. and pictures too, since ive a supaar busy weekend, like going out in the morning and returning home at arnd 10plus ?&lt;br /&gt;i only got time to draw my graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway i got a lot of stuffs to add here but you know..&lt;br /&gt;nono, im not laazy im just feeling ratherrr... inactive, yes, inactive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people i shall fail my chemistry test tmrw, moley is difficult! ): anyway did i mention i will fail the geog test today? hello i think the teacher didn't even teach finish lor, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my 3rd hole is chao pain i tell you, don't ever pierce at your earbones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3004351104910672309?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3004351104910672309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3004351104910672309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/kenneth-came-back-today-and-played-this.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1320785020670325871</id><published>2007-07-12T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:51:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so mature during tuesday because eh helllo, im taking OLEVEL chinese oral. big thing big thing! it made me felt so much like a sec four [when im still a 14year old kid :/]&lt;br /&gt;I said good morning to the teachers and they said good afternoon back. boy, how much more mature could i get? *trembles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2plus months old Tall ceramic pot or whatever died, im still griefing over its death and trying to make something out of the 3 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Weesuan's didn't manage to survive too [i felt really really really sad for her because hers' so magnificient and nice]. Im supaar impressed by her determination to build another pot, but a smaller version one, and that means at least taking up 3weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Ceramics are so time-consuming and dangerous and risky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i poked another hole in my right ear on Tuesday, supaar pain.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be piercing another hole until 654678545456468 years later, tadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek pangsai i don't know how to be a good seniors ):&lt;br /&gt;2 years plus ive being trying and during these 4mths ive put in alot more effort in bonding or whatsoever but its still the same ):&lt;br /&gt;being rejected feels sour huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay its like 0048 now goodnightttt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i despise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1320785020670325871?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1320785020670325871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1320785020670325871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1320785020670325871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1320785020670325871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-felt-so-mature-during-tuesday-because.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7195699694899523024</id><published>2007-07-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:28:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay the area very near my right eye hurts like zsxzsxzsxzsx and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;this is really depressing because its really pain and whenever i blink its supaar pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DID IT HAPPEN? ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i'm chao &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;accidentprone&lt;/span&gt; but hello, i would know and rmb it if my face banged into the wall or what alright.&lt;br /&gt;so therefore, i came up with 4 excellent conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; I slept in the classroom and i banged onto the table accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; Eleanor/ Peilin attacked me when im sleeping soundly and happily [highly possible]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; Some dumb elf danced and jumped arnd on my face and he did this very impressive high jump on my right cheek and unfortunately fell down and caused a great impact on BOTH my eye area and his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt; I dreamt about me bumping into some suave guy and woke up and realised its all fake but somehow that delicious dream left a mark on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the band room ystd when the skies are turning blackish blue and there's no lights on and the whole corridor was dark and i bent down to wear my shoes and...&lt;br /&gt;my head banged on the noticeboard ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baybeh, talk about accidentprone ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7195699694899523024?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7195699694899523024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7195699694899523024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7195699694899523024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7195699694899523024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohkay-area-very-near-my-right-eye-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-825137679808744046</id><published>2007-07-05T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:38:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay im like rather &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; today, lucky as in a bad way but still lucky hoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having our physics remedial and Mr Lim asked some people randomly to give some numbers and he add them up and THRICE, yes, THRICE, it ended up to be my number, 18. &lt;strong&gt;THRICE IN A ROW!&lt;/strong&gt; strike jackpot &lt;em&gt;oohlala&lt;/em&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;and i passed my luck to the others like 28 and 38 ;D&lt;br /&gt;then halfway through the lesson some seed [those transparent circle and seed in middle] ohkay i don't know what's that because i failed my science. i knew what's that but i FORGOT what's tht ohkay LOL. anyway it just flew in. prettaye prettaye [:&lt;br /&gt;and me and eleanor just shared $ to donate and gotten a lucky draw coupon thing and hoho, MAY WE WIN :D&lt;br /&gt;we'll touch it and pray to it everyday, eleanor said its a way to winning ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYS is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;she gave me two boxes of paint which she think she doesn't need them anymore and hoho, &lt;em&gt;THEY'RE LIKE BRAND NEW.&lt;/em&gt; oh and a very nice blank book with nice paper quality too :D&lt;br /&gt;TYS! the pictures painted using the paints shall be the prettiest ever because its full of your &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; affection&lt;/span&gt;. [: baybeh, lots of thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had Maths test today. rather ohkay i think i MAY pass it and pangsai i have no time to do the last qn.&lt;br /&gt;oh and eleanor, cheer up alright he's not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside you is rather tough because of your ups-and-downs but its alright i still love you as ever, my first friend in SCSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;或许命运的签只让我们遇见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-825137679808744046?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/825137679808744046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=825137679808744046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/825137679808744046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/825137679808744046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohkay-im-like-rather-lucky-today-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5056272837670648676</id><published>2007-07-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:15:12.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRASH'EM ALL ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't need them anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho i went shopping at orchard &amp; bugis today *smiles widely*&lt;br /&gt;spent quite a lot of money but when i went home and check the stuffs that ive bought, theyre actually mostly for my friends ): nevermind! &lt;strong&gt;giving is better than receivinggg!&lt;/strong&gt; yay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got this chao cute "&lt;strong&gt;Little Miss&lt;/strong&gt;" series shirt &lt;3. ohkay that's the biggest achievement for today and i found the supaar cute doll i lost too [smth like that] and i actually bought 3 rings :X because theyre simply too cute but its CHEAP! they add up to like only 10bucks k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay now im recommending smth thats really hawt [i rarely recommend stuffs, i keep them to myself / my close friends one :X].&lt;br /&gt;check out " &lt;a href="http://www.depression.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.depression.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " .&lt;br /&gt;stuff's great, but bit pricey, but the design is totally &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;and also, THE SUPAAAR NICE AND FRIENDLY SHOPKEEPER/DESIGNER/WHATEVER THERE.&lt;br /&gt;*droooools non-stop* ;D&lt;br /&gt;i admire him like crazeh and he's supaar cute and cool ohmygoddd he's so coooool lah.&lt;br /&gt;and the shop is like, he opened it up himself or smth like that and the interior design is chao cool, really. i aspire to be someone like him. have a own shop at such a young age ^w^ ohkay maybe not shop, but like got some achievement right.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i think he's name is kenny :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;KENNNNNNNNNNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohkay shut up madeline, you talk too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, HOW HOW HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG SRSLY I THINK IM GOING TO DIE OR SMTH LIKE THAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvls chinese oral is like, on tuesday? tsktsk. how?&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ulcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leh. then i cannot &lt;em&gt;smile sweeetly&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;act innocent&lt;/em&gt; to the teacher then maybe the teacher think im some sort of meanie and minus marks from the "&lt;strong&gt;first impression&lt;/strong&gt;" thing HOWWW?&lt;br /&gt;and i got a bit &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sore throat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leh. later my voice not nice and clear then she cannot hear properly HOWWW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then like this and like that then i die alrdy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i pray hard that my question topic will be easier, not smth like... "&lt;em&gt;my ideal school&lt;/em&gt;"..  zzz&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D kenny! [i may go crazeh for a few days, forgive me.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5056272837670648676?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5056272837670648676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5056272837670648676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5056272837670648676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5056272837670648676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/07/trashem-all-d-you-wont-need-them-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-950256811855785417</id><published>2007-06-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:31:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love June and TYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what they did on Friday. they left a box of "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;meiji strawberry hello panda with new sports printing&lt;/span&gt;" on my table during recess and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the damn box is EMPTY, with eh yeah, tissues and a bag of water and a sweet.&lt;br /&gt;ohmy THAT'S SO &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SWEEEEEEET &lt;/span&gt;OF YOU TWO.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;em&gt; iiiiiiritatinggggg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eleanor said they're &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; ._. yes you two, some brainless person with&lt;em&gt; weird&lt;/em&gt; definition of cute said you two are cute.&lt;br /&gt;alright i miss them like xxzzxxzzxxzzxxzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rmb science labs lessons? rmb KingKong during geog lesson? rmb last day of school we mixed some eekish drink of Jiayi who came during recess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i bet they must be betting how i'll react when i saw the box. lamass lah, to think im still so touched in the beginning ._.]&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, i love you two [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLLOOOOOO LAH today rehearsal is chao tiring.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? we had dinner right aft teabreak ._. interestingggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;my ulcers &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleeed&lt;/span&gt;. D: i was walking halfway and then tasted blood in my mouth and turned to peilin and said "is my mouth&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bleeding&lt;/span&gt;" ._.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD LAH MY ULCERS&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; BLEED&lt;/span&gt;. that means it will take a longer time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;pangsai this is so pangsai T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today is rather fun. i wanted to pee but i thought i cant because the parade is about to start and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; AMETHYST! how i want pee pee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; what? go pee lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;: CANNOOOT! the parade starting alrdy D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; aiya you see that tree there? *points to the tree*. pee there lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;: CANNOTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; aiya i ask the grass come here. GRASS, COME HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; laughed till she cried*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;others:&lt;/strong&gt; MADELINEEE WHY YOU CRYING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;: oh madeline cried because she wants to pee in the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH, MY, GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today is so funnaye that i laughed till i cried twice. oh and i managed to pee pee aft that. but me and amy were late for the parade and we made a hell lot of noise in the toilet :X&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; of amethyst [not me] hoho :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye people.&lt;br /&gt;oh and,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ELEANOR WE LOVE YOU ALRIGHT! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-950256811855785417?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/950256811855785417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=950256811855785417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/950256811855785417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/950256811855785417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-june-and-tys.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2738947901428554399</id><published>2007-06-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:20:08.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay im like totally zzz alrdy, chao tired.&lt;br /&gt;man &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS KIND OF THURSDAY IS GOING TO GO ON FOR LIKE XXX WEEKS&lt;/span&gt;! ):&lt;br /&gt;this is horrible, babayee.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to finish my &lt;em&gt;ceramics&lt;/em&gt; asap. its like &lt;strong&gt;supaaaar tall&lt;/strong&gt; now and i'm building it in and closing it up and tadahhh, the end. ohkay need craving/ adding of clay to the pot and firing and glazing but still hoho i want to finish the craving part by next monday [like damn hard but i'll try]&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have this feeling that my pot is going to break ): yes this is very sad because i spent like 5875645753 years on my very very tall pot and i think it got alot of air holes and small cracks around the place and the lower part of my pot dried up and i can't sponge it so i can't rescue the cracks&lt;br /&gt;): pray for me, people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAY MY TALL TALL POT LIVE LONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[let it survive thru the 2 firings!]&lt;br /&gt;and i have to start my painting asap, adil and terrence are alrdy there! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ive changed my seat. in fact, the whole class had.&lt;br /&gt;hoho, i like my place very much because at the opp. side its 3e6 [they shifted] and i can see June and Yisiew there and i can wave HIIII to them [ohkay its rather silly to like, wave to the blank air] every once and then.&lt;br /&gt;but...... the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; problem is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM ACTUALLY SITTING WITH A 5 YEAR OLD KID&lt;/strong&gt; *bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; eleanor&lt;/span&gt; O.O . ive been telling her not to be so childish for at least 15times per day [srsly, no kidding].&lt;br /&gt;but somehow we both think that we got this "&lt;strong&gt;FATEE&lt;/strong&gt;" between us, love [:&lt;br /&gt;and the group of boys behind us is reaaaally monkey like D:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! *raises&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flag* but no way im gonna give my nice seat out hoho:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band is so ruining my life ):&lt;br /&gt;boy i &lt;em&gt;SOOOOO &lt;/em&gt;want to go to the ACS carnival on saturday but i got &lt;em&gt;loooooong looooong&lt;/em&gt; band rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go ACS [2 canteeeens! *food*] and meet my &lt;em&gt;goood oooold looong&lt;/em&gt; friends [ruishannie! ;D]&lt;br /&gt;ohkay supaaar sad, i shall ask Jeremy how. HOW HOW HOW D:&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had photo taking like totally horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho is standing beside MEEE in the informal and CLOSE UP shoots and acting cute and saying "CHEEEEESEEE"&lt;br /&gt;gosh, *burns the photo*&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll look horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye now i want to finish up my hmwk asap and then go to zzz hoho, sleeping is the greatest pleasure in my life :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, AND ive eaten great choc donuts just now *grins supaar big with &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;choc stains&lt;/span&gt; on teeth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;AND my sissie wants to say "HI". [ohkay, supaar lame ignore it HAHAHAHAHA] &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i lost dollie im supaar sad D:&lt;br /&gt;MADELINE WANTS HER CHAO CUTE DOLLIE BACK ]: [gosh why am i acting like a 5 year old kid? must be eleanor's influence... :X hmmmm..]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2738947901428554399?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2738947901428554399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2738947901428554399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2738947901428554399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2738947901428554399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohkay-im-like-totally-zzz-alrdy-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2096430538516141120</id><published>2007-06-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:20:29.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay im back ;D [ohkay i rather not be back actually]&lt;br /&gt;China's stuffs are so cheap and HongKong's stuffs are so prettaye!&lt;br /&gt;Food's good. &lt;em&gt;Everything is rather good&lt;/em&gt;, furthermore there's quite alot of &lt;strong&gt;cute guys&lt;/strong&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;ohkay but anyway im back, no matter i want it or not.&lt;br /&gt;and yay i took a train. you know, those train. from China to Hongkong omg chao cool can.&lt;br /&gt;sad thing is my hmwk, i rushed them like siao and slping at arnd 3am every night, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;WE'RE SUPPOSE TO ENJOY ALRIGHT ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and anyway, &lt;3 Hongkong's night life, supaaaaaaar shiok can.&lt;br /&gt;sleep late, wake up late. that's my ideal type of life, hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still coughing and its chao sad because there's lots of those Dessert stores and they are really nice. i managed to get my dad to let me eat a few *grins* but in the end i ended up coughing and he wouldn't really let me eat the Haagen Daaz icecream on the plane which is a pity ]:&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got lots of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stuffs ;D&lt;br /&gt;and i got Xavier a graduating daughter [mum's supaar happy about it *jumps up and up and up*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm and i reached singapore at arnd 12am today [monday] and reached home at arnd 1am. the taxi driver is supaar inconsiderate and sucks like xxyy and for one moment i think he's gonna bash me and daddy up but lucky daddy is clever and asked him to stop at the bus stop instead of the quiet quiet places. *phews* inconsiderate arse. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i slpt at arnd 2.40am and therefore, i was half sleeping away during maths lesson :X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lui's very unreasonable today ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi got a very unexpected thing for us in China&lt;em&gt; *laughs non-stop*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and June got a hair cut and im expecting her to spend as much time as Yisiew and Jiayi in the toilet now, supaar convienent for me, just pop in the toilet and all three of them are there! hoho! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANGSAI JIAYI AND PEILIN POSTED LIKE CHAO LOTS OF POSTS FOR THE CHINESE BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;madeline has got NONE.&lt;strong&gt; great&lt;/strong&gt; achievement huh &lt;em&gt;*claps my back and pats my own head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye i need to get some more sleep X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;merely a passerby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;they don't make any impact, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ohkay im thinking too much ]: [too much brain cells used D:] but its reaally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2096430538516141120?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2096430538516141120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2096430538516141120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2096430538516141120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2096430538516141120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-im-back-d-ohkay-i-rather-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1853536134797716802</id><published>2007-06-18T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:42:19.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, let's end this game. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh hello ah im so busy lah my homework! ]:&lt;br /&gt;my plane is on wednesday 0815 which means waking up early! oh pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;anyway that means im left with today and tmrw and i don't have enough time!&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my hw done by today [highly impossible] and have my tuition, cut my hair TODAY. and tmrw is great big band day along with band buffet.&lt;br /&gt;gosh I HAVENT PACK MY LUGGAGE TOO! ohkay no much worrying on that because we're last minute people, psssst, and we always pack our luggages on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T LIKE MATHS ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and don't msg / call me from wed to sun, ohkay make it simple don't call or msg me this week at all.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be away and bringing my handphone with me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha ive just got caller id *jumps arnd* and the international line ;D&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard is so cute but very naughty hahaha i don't know if Zhiyuan is going for band buffet or not but i just know that if he's there, he'd be proud of Howard [:&lt;br /&gt;that boy can play real loud i tell you. makes me so&lt;em&gt; loserishh&lt;/em&gt; but ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye &lt;strong&gt;homework&lt;/strong&gt;, that's the main thing now, &lt;strong&gt;homework&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;groans and groans and bangs on the computer table&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1853536134797716802?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1853536134797716802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1853536134797716802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1853536134797716802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1853536134797716802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-lets-end-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-81797930388466778</id><published>2007-06-14T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:36:19.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;D wooooots just finished the&lt;strong&gt; genre project&lt;/strong&gt;, cute, chao cute.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaahhaahhaah the story is extremely lame. but cute.&lt;br /&gt;okay what am i talking about ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway air tickets are booked just now, i'll be going &lt;strong&gt;China&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hongkong&lt;/strong&gt; next week.&lt;br /&gt;frm wed morning to sunday night, will reached home at arnd monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES AND I STILL HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL ON MONDAY T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk the trip is rather boring but its still not that bad,&lt;br /&gt;at least i get to fly, at least i get to relax.&lt;br /&gt;infact its a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;getaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me, rah i need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH I GOT&lt;strong&gt; JELLYBEANS&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;rmb the bet me and peilin took? well she lost and haha i got my jellybeans.&lt;br /&gt;*hides hides* no i can't let mummy see it, she wouldnt let me eat it because of my cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi came back ytd from China, yes!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could finally go shopping with her but once again, i realised ive got no time at all and that our free time always DON'T crashes with the other ]:&lt;br /&gt;but nvrm, i shall see how! i miss her &lt;3 color="#ffcccc"&gt;strawberry hairband&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;shrek ears&lt;/span&gt; at my home :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! im gonna read my comics and then do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;ichigo and renji ahh! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;urahara&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;em&gt;ex&lt;/em&gt;captain [i like his hat chao lots :D] gosh and i think ishin is too ._. its so weird that ichigo's dad is actually so strong when he looks like a monkey all the time, but still &lt;em&gt;loveee*&lt;br /&gt;no time, no time&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; NO TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, band practise tmrw, ive been poning all the practises because of my illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;im not completely alright but ive used up all my MCs alrdy, and if i still don't go someone is going to kill me. ]:&lt;br /&gt;first FULL day practise for the holiday, hope i can pull through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-81797930388466778?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/81797930388466778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=81797930388466778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/81797930388466778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/81797930388466778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/d-wooooots-just-finished-genre-project.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-172645344537621404</id><published>2007-06-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:36:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so &lt;em&gt;contridicting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all the medicine that used to make me stronger now weakens me, harms me, kills me.&lt;br /&gt;ive been taking arnd 10diff types of medicine during th last two weeks and eating them everyday, thrice.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so weak today, my fever gone, cough's better but i still felt weak.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't move much, i could only tremble and shiver.&lt;br /&gt;gosh what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;PLEASE, I WANT TO STOP THE MEDICATION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even seeing the pills and syrups makes me feel like vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;it's a torture ]:&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks plus of all these stuffs, im sick of it alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;its just pills pills and more pills everyday.&lt;br /&gt;one illness cured, another stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;gimme a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madeline is sad ):&lt;br /&gt;she's still coughing badly yet she doesn't want to drink the cough syrup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-172645344537621404?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/172645344537621404/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incapability.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to do it. supaar tensed up.&lt;br /&gt;but i knew ive tried my best, &lt;em&gt;why don't you scold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry bout ystd, i couldn't control it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, great thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Peilin, Derry, Allison, Evangeline, Kenneth, Nicholas, Weiting, Amethyst, Shinchieh and others&lt;/strong&gt; who tried to comfort me and asked me wht happened.&lt;br /&gt;They attempted but failed to get even the &lt;em&gt;teeeenist &lt;/em&gt;thing out of me. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;]: it's so loser i don't want anyone to know, esp my snrs. [wht a letdown once again.]&lt;br /&gt;yepppp but i felt guilty lah aftall the sec4s came all the way down to Yio Chu Kang and see me like tht -.- [esp Derry]&lt;br /&gt;okay lah but i got say thank you to Derry at the end of the day [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the only happy thing tht happened ystd was seeing Ruishan for like 465432 times and then at the end of everything and when im about to leave, i saw her again.&lt;br /&gt;we took a photo [:&lt;br /&gt;no, TWO. she said the first one was fugly LOL.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i was able to smile in the photos even thou i was feeling ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i love ruishannie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there isn't going to be a tenor for the FortCanning performance ltr on.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i doubt that matters alot, i was nvr rly part of them. the band can still do it without a pathetic tenor [maybe they can do even better without it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pathetic, horribly pathetic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry i'll get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Madeline is supaar sick&lt;/span&gt; [once again, no kidding]&lt;br /&gt;it was almost the same as the last one but this time, add on the cough and sorethroat and remove the skin infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tht means ive got high fever, cough, headache [rly bad] and sorethroat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsktsktsk! why do i like always get sick nowadays? im like so weak.&lt;br /&gt;this ain't supposed to be th way.&lt;br /&gt;somehow my weakness nowadays reflected alot on&lt;em&gt; my life&lt;/em&gt;. rly bad ]:&lt;br /&gt;sick for the second time in the holidays, in the second week.&lt;br /&gt;heh but i like fevers, im somehow addicted to taking temperatures! interestingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i couldn't sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;slpt at arnd 12am and woke up at&lt;strong&gt; 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am, 6am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;horrible.&lt;/em&gt; HOW CAN MADELINE NOT BE ABLE TO SLEEP? i always didn't get ENOUGH sleep you know ]:&lt;br /&gt;this is so pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i drank too much water and at arnd 6am i wanted to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; pee&lt;/span&gt; but i don't dare to go to the toilet [pitch dark and im scared of you-know-wht].&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly i heard my parents' door opened and then i was chao scared. my mum wore white so when she walked in, i thought it was a you-know-wht. but its my mum anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and she bought me to pee pee [: heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temp was high. rather high, hit 39.0degc at arnd 5am.&lt;br /&gt;poor mum, the whole taking-care-of-me thing starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright my brain and head can't take it anymore, aches like $%^&amp;amp;*(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3121614869803346481?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/3121614869803346481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=3121614869803346481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3121614869803346481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3121614869803346481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/incapability.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2608184503136364026</id><published>2007-06-07T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:15:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Madeline met Ruishanniee today! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at NCC HQ, during the dinner queue! gosh its so&lt;em&gt; fated&lt;/em&gt; [no i don't care its not coincidence, its &lt;em&gt;FATEEE&lt;/em&gt;.] I was thinking about her during the parade, whether i'll get to see her or not because she's an enthu NCC. and i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;RUISHANNIE RUISHANNIE! YES TMRW WE TAKE PHOTOS! ;D [today's schedule was too tight , only 10mins for dinner, so i rejected her ]: ]&lt;br /&gt;[pssst she's wearing skirt tmrw! hahahaha! :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today's the first parade rehearsal aft not marching for like &lt;em&gt;53451531456465 years&lt;/em&gt;. oh man im like aching all over! ]: boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;my shoes' spoiled. a bit. because i was too bored when theyre talking smth not very interesting up there and my legs are dropping off aft standing for so long and then i went jumping and crawling arnd [i was at the last row] and pangsai! one part of the shoe dropped off -.- &lt;strong&gt;srsly, i don't know what happened&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i admit, this is like very&lt;em&gt; loser&lt;/em&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh whateverr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;superglue superglue to the rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! yay!&lt;br /&gt;[tmrw i shall stand straight up and not even move a single little big! if not i think the whole shoe's gonna break up and i shall march back w/o shoes, &lt;em&gt;how humilating&lt;/em&gt; D:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amethyst and I almost contact depression aft hearing Nicholas sing on the bus, like gosh! *sweats*&lt;br /&gt;and Nicholas you this #$%^&amp;* pangsai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;liar liar pants on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *sticks out tongue and makes ghost face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiara&lt;/strong&gt; is nice, &lt;strong&gt;Tiara's mummy&lt;/strong&gt; is nice too!&lt;br /&gt;her mum is some sort of baker and teaches other people and hahaha she gave my family small &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;strawberry cheesecakes&lt;/span&gt; ytd! its chao cute, there's a layer of oatmeal [or smth like that] at the bottom, a layer of cheese, and then a layer of strawberry jelly and in the strawberry jelly, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THERE'S A HEART SHAPED STRAWBERRY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;:D chao chao chao chao cute.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi's gonna get crazeh when she sees it.&lt;br /&gt;her mum's so talented. my mum can't bake for goodness sake, i heard that last time when she baked w her friends some &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;raisin cakes&lt;/span&gt;, all her friends' raisins are all over the cake except for her, whose raisins all sink to the &lt;em&gt;bottom&lt;/em&gt; of the cake -.-&lt;br /&gt;and aft trying for a few times, its still the same.&lt;br /&gt;]: nvrm i still love mummy if i want cake i can easily get them from cake shops! ;D&lt;br /&gt;its a pity that daddy didn't get to eat the lovely cakes because he's overseas HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im some sort of sick again because sissie is down with cough and now i think i got it too. *coughs coughs*&lt;br /&gt;gosh i think i got hardly anymore voice ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright byebye im off to &lt;em&gt;memorise &lt;/em&gt;the scores. like helllooo, ive just seen the scores for the most, 15times? and madeline's not superman [even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; can't do it]. so how can she bloody remember the notes and worse of all, she got &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;memory fail&lt;/span&gt; ]: AH PLEASE! IF I CAN MEMORISE I WON'T FAIL MY SCIENCES AND COM HUM FOR SA! ]:&lt;br /&gt;boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;and fortcanning is gg to be&lt;em&gt; disastrous&lt;/em&gt; to me. hello ive seen thundercrest for like the &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; time today and YMCAfor the&lt;strong&gt; first&lt;/strong&gt; time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need help, S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no madeline shall be independent like how she used to be&lt;/em&gt;. but this time.. *faints* ]:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, im looking forward for tmrw, one of the few times im actually looking forward to smth tiring.&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to seeing Ruishannie tmrw [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's wearing skirt she's wearing skirt &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ruishannie's wearing skirt&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; *dances arnd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to stop being so childish.&lt;br /&gt;haha my juniors are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;supaar cute&lt;/span&gt; [must be they take aft me,&lt;em&gt; must be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MUST BE&lt;/strong&gt;!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2608184503136364026?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2608184503136364026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2608184503136364026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2608184503136364026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2608184503136364026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/madeline-met-ruishanniee-today-d-at-ncc.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4874518355621950483</id><published>2007-06-03T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEH YTD WAS THE BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;yes, mayday's concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727845253974738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJlmqXSCtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jx27V7Zlooc/s320/domotosayaka,2007032923113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooots!&lt;br /&gt;its at Singapore Expo "The Max Pavilion"!&lt;br /&gt;went there quite early with sissie to buy the mayday's goods ^w^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727840959007426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJlmaXSCsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a84ORab6zug/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727832369072818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJll6XSCrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IGrPAsUG0QU/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white one which is nicer is sold out but that's okay, the black one is nice too! [: yay i love mayday! bought the lightsticks too, with the mayday concert logo there, woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727828074105506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJllqXSCqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8q26xz4kwyo/s320/IMG_0019+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert is great, high.&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere is good, its different from those vcds and stuffs, hah this is great, YAY I LOVE MAYDAY'S CONCERT. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;我们全都离开世界地球表面了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们都在一样的地方，呼吸着一样的空气，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;听着同一个歌曲，唱着同一个歌曲，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一起尖叫, 一起跳， 一起high翻天&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;我超爱爱爱五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJllaXSCpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1d4bO8aUEeg/s1600-h/ea6339f4addcbaea7709d75c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071727823779138194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJllaXSCpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1d4bO8aUEeg/s320/ea6339f4addcbaea7709d75c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankyou mayday, for making the night so great [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah next time i want better seats! its centralised but too far hahah and i want a new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYDAY, THE LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyve entered my life and their songs greatly motivated me, and ive learned a new laungue through their cantonese songs! [:&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱五月天！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4874518355621950483?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4874518355621950483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4874518355621950483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4874518355621950483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4874518355621950483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/heh-ytd-was-big-big-big-big-big-day-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RmJlmqXSCtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jx27V7Zlooc/s72-c/domotosayaka,2007032923113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-574754167419472948</id><published>2007-06-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:26:52.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;D;D;D&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi and Yisiew left their CO halfway and came to my house to visit me&lt;br /&gt;;D;D;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im chao surprised lah because this mysterious person called me all of the sudden and &lt;em&gt;screamed &lt;/em&gt;into my ears "&lt;strong&gt;MADELINE, MADELINE! WHICH STOREY YOU LIVE HUH?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i should have thought that its yisiew, that's &lt;em&gt;sooooo typical&lt;/em&gt; of her HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway they came over and we discussed about chinese project.&lt;br /&gt;eh, june yisiew i didn't know you people so bootlicker ah can hahah.&lt;br /&gt;but ours, IS BETTER! :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to bpp aft that with Jiayi because she's hungry and wants MOS &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ichigo bliss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:D chao nice, but a bit sweet. i like the name heh. [ichigo ichigo ichigo!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ichigo&lt;/span&gt; is actually &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; in japanese hahah [no im not stupid ive actually known that for a long time liao alright.]&lt;br /&gt;my laogong got such a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; name. &lt;i&gt;kurosaki ichigo&lt;/i&gt;, loveees* [ITS NOT &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd trying to find earrings for yisiew but bpp is like chao small ]: booo pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;but managed to find two more presentable ones *ahhem* hahah.&lt;br /&gt;walked Jiayi to the busstop [just at my house block, but i scared she go up the bridge and take the wrong side one -.-, you know, she's &lt;em&gt;chao&lt;/em&gt; blur.] and two malay girls actually asked me for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;... a l&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? WHAT? do i look like those &lt;em&gt;chaoahlian&lt;/em&gt; or those who &lt;em&gt;smoke&lt;/em&gt;? crazeh. LOL. and theyre just about our age lah cm'on. still smoke. and jiayi is happy because one of them is shorter than her, eh o.o furthermore i wore my specs today, so i should be looking quite nerd right, tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;whateverrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be getting third piercing on monday, &lt;em&gt;maybe maybe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;shall give a good thought about it during the weekends, its gonna hurt and ive got to take it out within a week because of band. tsktsk damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's this MV that made a great impact on me. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LuoZhiXiang - Hao peng you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;go search for it at youtube if youre interested. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;YISIEW TOLD ME SHE WANTED TO WATCH &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ETERNAL SUMMER&lt;/span&gt; TOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha see that's why we're such good friends, because we got such good taste.&lt;br /&gt;damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R21&lt;/span&gt; $%^&amp;*(. but i've got a way through it tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R21&lt;/span&gt; in other countries lah this's so unfair i want to see the chao nice movie in a big big screen! ]: Singapore is chao strict on this stuffs, Rainie's new movie ChiQing is rated R21 too. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 eternal summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TMRW IS THE BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYBEH, ITS TMRW!&lt;br /&gt;GOSHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYDAY, THE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-574754167419472948?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/574754167419472948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=574754167419472948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/574754167419472948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/574754167419472948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/06/ddd-jiayi-and-yisiew-left-their-co.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2471890216776520184</id><published>2007-05-31T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:12.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>madeline is feeling &lt;em&gt;chao &lt;/em&gt;happy today [:&lt;br /&gt;she got her newurbanmale's havaianas and nike tee [one ive been searching for months]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay i went shopping today! it was a short one because i woke up late :/ hahah!&lt;br /&gt;went to paragon and heeren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess what guess what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the nike tee that im finding for ages [dad owns me that]. ive actually got that tee during early 2007 but unfortunately aft my mum washed it [i only wore it thrice], the colour faded from dirty green to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; for some parts, chao sad. i was damn depressed.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i liked that design very much and since its a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tee, ive begged daddy for ages to buy me that[he don't like the idea of his daughter wearing &lt;em&gt;male&lt;/em&gt; tees]. and now, there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; version of that tee! so when i see it [i was giving up hope on my endless search], i immediately pulled my dad over and told him to get ready to lose his 36bucks. my dad is happier than me, because he thinks that the female one is alot nicer [dark blue] and more suitable for me and most importantly... its a &lt;em&gt;female&lt;/em&gt; one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway its not the genders that matter, its the design. [Nike got supaar cool male tees,lovee]&lt;br /&gt;YAY HAHAHA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the num's &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; havaianas. gosh i can't believe ive spent 40bucks on a pair of flipflops -.- . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I MUST WEAR IT FOR AT LEAST 2000 YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supaarchio, supaarchio ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now there's other chio-er colours for that limited edision crumpler bag sissie has! haha but sissie's one is still nice lah yay. crumpler bags are nice, but they make alot of sound -.- supaarnoisy when you open the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to my cousin's house at night to let them see my wound and bruises. pat jie got this CHAO CUTE &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my melody&lt;/span&gt; plushie from japan *drools* [she's another fan of my melody, heh, like me ;D] her friend bought it for her and she used that to make me jealous but hahaha im gonna make her jealous because daddy promised he will buy a bigger &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my melody&lt;/span&gt; plushie for me during my birthday :D now i think im getting really childish because all these years, my birthday presents have been soft toys, soft toys and soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im just so unrealistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its not everyday you get to buy a softtoy right? &lt;em&gt;would you go shopping and saw a very cute $100+ softtoy and your parent buy it for you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no right&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;;D madeline loves softtoys.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my melody&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeek, my wound is getting very&lt;em&gt; itchy&lt;/em&gt; leh. ]:&lt;br /&gt;but i can't scratch because it will leave scars but ooh i feel so much like scratching them *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;left hand &lt;/span&gt;scratch scratch&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no i can't!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;right hand&lt;/span&gt; beats &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;left hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i want!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;left hand&lt;/span&gt; beats &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;right hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cannot!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;right hand&lt;/span&gt; beats&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; left hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i rly cannot tahan alrdy!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;left hand&lt;/span&gt; beats &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;right hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay lah i scratch with you&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;left hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;right hand&lt;/span&gt; both scratch scratch&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;-.- i think im getting crazeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright in case any of you is wondering how come madeline can go shopping, this and that, why can't madeline goes to band tmr and sat.&lt;br /&gt;WELLLLLLLLL, my fever is gone [im scared it will come back thou, its inconsistent].&lt;br /&gt;my back is chao er xin, with all the wounds and bruises [its getting better alrdy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070753514743007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rl7vdKXSCkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Uc6sRgU-M8Y/s200/31-05-07_2146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;chao er xin right, yes i know im &lt;em&gt;digusted&lt;/em&gt; too, i mean who would have known that after waking up one morning finding lil &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; patches that aches alot and then as time goes by with medications and so it became sth like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? hah. it took me great courage to put this pic up but i guess i had to because&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; i don't want people talking about me deliberately pon-ing band practises this time round, when im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; anyway this is just &lt;em&gt;PART&lt;/em&gt; of the whole wound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there,i can go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;, except &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; places because the infection and wounds will become worse.&lt;br /&gt;if i go to band i'll have to do drills and march and get in contact with the horrible sun and jurong bird park also.&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, the saxophone strap will get in contact with my wound at the shoulder and will be chao pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUTTTTTT, PANGSAI IS MAKING ME CHAO GUILTY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because i heard there's not gonna be tenor and baritone ]:&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;em&gt; haiyoyoyoooo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye lah people.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;eternal summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again :X chao nice show.&lt;br /&gt;bryant!&lt;br /&gt;this R21 show is not those R21 show you think about, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2471890216776520184?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2471890216776520184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2471890216776520184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2471890216776520184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2471890216776520184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/madeline-is-feeling-chao-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rl7vdKXSCkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Uc6sRgU-M8Y/s72-c/31-05-07_2146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-459589484644370180</id><published>2007-05-30T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay madeline is not dying anymore she found out what's wrong with her! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ec3ema Herpeticum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". yes i know all of you are wondering what's that but hey, i don't even know whats that too. i think there's some spelling errors because the word doesn't sound right and i can't really make up the doctor's handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the doctor is a senior consultant at singapore skin centre, more experienced, more ex, like $70+ just to consult him, not including the blood test fee and medicine fees. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he's chao funny in the way how he talks hahaha and i need to go back to see him next wed [that means another $70+]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive taken &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; test too! chao chao chao painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiayi is supaarcute she told me to think of my laogong to distract me from the needles and all those stuffs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one of the medicine is very interesting. it comes in a form of crystals and you have to add water and dissolve it before applying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't be under the sun until i recover. tsktsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't carry my saxophone with my neck so yeah i don't think i'll be around in band this week. will just wait till i recover completely, if not its gonna hurt alot. but i'll be back definitely, for next week band practises. ive only got 4days of MC ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;i &lt;s&gt;hope i can&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; make it to the concert on saturday night. &lt;i&gt;mayday mayday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i half dead also &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; go there, i don't care, ive waited for like 3months can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ytd night was horrible, i couldn't sleep at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up like around 4 times and each period is around 45mins or so. imagine the amount of sleep loss. went to take my temperature at arnd 0400 and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40.0degc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;madeline's burning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLOOOO OMG that's chao high for me, highest ive ever reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so madeline got excited ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now she likes to take temperatures alot because she thinks its suppaaarfun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my temp will rise again tonight -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway im going to sleep in the air con room tonight, i don't care. ive suffered enough in the guest room without aircon last night while sissie is in the aircon room and hell i can't sleep in my own room because my bed is dirty. [due to chinese medications]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, ive watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;ETERNAL SUMMER 盛夏光年&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;gay &lt;/em&gt;show that ive been pestering my sissie for ages that i want to watch but i don't know how to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ive finally get to watch it ;D *smiles widely*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my first R21 movie :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chao nice and touching, i tell you. and actually there's not much ahhem scenes, in fact its quite nothing, so i don't understand why its R21 instead of like, M18 or NC16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the show's great and rather emotional and needs lots of thinking. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Bryant&lt;/strong&gt; acted really great with the emotional scenes and all, love. he's &lt;em&gt;haaawwttt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070359533097978418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rl2JIaXSCjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dQa2Ui15z3E/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright i may be watching formula 17 too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-459589484644370180?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/459589484644370180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=459589484644370180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/459589484644370180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/459589484644370180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-madeline-is-not-dying-anymore-she.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rl2JIaXSCjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dQa2Ui15z3E/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5242388940264100870</id><published>2007-05-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:15:06.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the clinic just now.&lt;br /&gt;both of the doctors in the clinic don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;they wrote a letter for me and asked me to go to the hospital tmr.&lt;br /&gt;SRSLY THE PAIN IS KILLING ME LAH xzxzxzxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i &lt;3 peilin chao lots because she kept on smsing me all day long to ask about my illness. and also, my family members who's been there. i heard that im the hottest topic now, in my uncle's big family, and that even my cousin who's studying in Australia knows what happened to me. not only that, they gave suggestions on how to cure me and told me which doctor to see and so... really thankful for the effort, even though none of them works [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need &lt;em&gt;injections &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;blood test&lt;/em&gt; tmr, freakkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare everyone, don't end up like me, half dead and half alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5242388940264100870?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5242388940264100870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5242388940264100870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5242388940264100870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5242388940264100870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/great.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2887850699577357634</id><published>2007-05-29T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:22:57.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks like totally because everyone in the sec3 is watching "Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End" at westmall while im here at rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;chao sad. ]: i paid my $10 alrdy yet i cant go to the English oral camp and can't watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;not only that, sinsin is making me chao jealous of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don't know how but it just happens so that my WHOLE family knows about my illness and you can see mummy picking up the phone and tell them my condition every now and then. it will take quite a long time to recover and zxzxzxzxz, i think my high fever burnt my brain and now my head hurts alot. can't believe that my temperature actually increased to 39.4deg last night.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, my back hurts so much, my head hurts so much D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma actually came down from tampiness last night to give me the medicine and visit me, lovessss :D its so sad lah i see her like twice per year or so. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i feel so sick now ive been sleeping for like 18hours ytd omg i like it hahaha! but my mum keeps waking me up to drink those horrible stuffs and eat my medicine! ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;JUNE HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emaths TYS&lt;br /&gt;- Amaths TYS&lt;br /&gt;- Binomial Theorem ws&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Physics TYS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese blog&lt;br /&gt;- English Project&lt;br /&gt;- Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ive finished my physics, except for a few qns i don't know how to do. freak there's so many maths hw! *screaaaaaams* ahhahaha i shall finish all my hw by week2, oh yeah, madeline the invincible!&lt;br /&gt;this is supar pathetic because i cant find anyone to accompany me to go library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright byebye i want to sleep again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2887850699577357634?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2887850699577357634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2887850699577357634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2887850699577357634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2887850699577357634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-sucks-like-totally-because.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7815845008355919834</id><published>2007-05-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:00:28.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooo i can hardly type or do anything lah, im suparrr sick.&lt;br /&gt;i may be dying, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; [gosh i haven get my NUM flipflops yet so how can i just die like that! D: ]&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, the damn doctor don't really know whats wrong with me and she said if my fever don't go down i'll need a blood test [38.7degcel] and she don't know whats wrong with my back! she's said its sensitive skin or whatever but i srsly doubt so i think its not that and i may be dying D; [okay abit kua zhang but im rly very scared D: D: i scared i need injections -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ive got a deal with peilin :&lt;br /&gt;if i died i'll give her $200, if i never die she must give me jellybeans.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha :D&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, maybe i should start writing my will. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im aching all over lah im just gonna do this NCC thing and then lie down in the bed for like, &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; lah, ive got a 5hours nap just now except mum keeps waking me up to drink this blackcurrant glucose drink because i didn't have my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum claims that my fever isn't getting any better [maybe a bit] but i think its alot better because im perspiring chao lots now and when i touch my forehead its cold, but my mum said its still hot.&lt;br /&gt;god i can't even differenciate temperatures now! ]]]]]:&lt;br /&gt;*drowns in the sea of sorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got 2days MC hahaha so i won't be going for the english oral camp thing and i don't feel good because ive paid $10 alrdy and this is a good time for us  to &lt;s&gt;socialise&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chao pathetic, the only person whom im more familiar with is sinsin but i guess she got her friends.&lt;br /&gt;ah i don't know i still feel like going to that english oral camp. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissie is now happily having her S&amp;T camp but she's a bit sick too i think, because she ate the udon i ate ytd and you know, i think my fever spread to her and she's one of those very weak person :X oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess iwill be rotting in the house for sometime lah and ive cancelled my tuition today!&lt;br /&gt;sighs i can't move at all D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for this is the first time someone made me hesitate, &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7815845008355919834?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7815845008355919834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7815845008355919834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7815845008355919834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7815845008355919834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellooo-i-can-hardly-type-or-do.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5428002282275262240</id><published>2007-05-27T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:22:42.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is chao sad, chao chao chao sad.&lt;br /&gt;im sick with &lt;strong&gt;fever + headache + stomach indigestable problems&lt;/strong&gt;, i think.&lt;br /&gt;AND HELL, ITS JUST THE STARTING OF HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;oh man i think im having my retribution for pon-ing school on Friday&lt;br /&gt;but pon-ing school is not what i want okay, that can't be helped, if i go to school i'll be dead and furthermore i got sore eyes! my eyes looks as small as zxzxzzx and i don't even have ANY eyelids -usually ive obvious doubleeyelids and my eyes can barely open, so you think i should go to school? [okay maybe yes, i'll get free jellybeans and the arcylic paints and chem notes frm yisiew [chao poor girl D: sorrrry!]] ah i &lt;3 june and yisiew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im feeling really bad, esp with my headache and im feeling HOTTTT all over :X and my stomach is really weird aft eating my lunch lah omg im dying im dying.&lt;br /&gt;AND I MUST GO TO SCHOOL TMR!&lt;br /&gt;and ive english project to work on [i want to settle asap] and tuition!&lt;br /&gt;madeline is sad, very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah i must be getting crazeh because i keep thinking of the num flipflops ooh i must get them even though my mum said its not chio before [age gap, you see]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright byebye i must start doing my maths tuition hw and physics corrections *groans*. Mr Lim thinks we are genius or what, expecting us to do the corrections and everything by ourselves. PLEASEEEE, if ive known how to do i won't get a bloody D7 for physics overall.&lt;br /&gt;fine i admit i don't like Mr Lim and that's why i went to seek for a physics tutor.&lt;br /&gt;okay im feeling so hot all over, really very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may faint &lt;em&gt;anytimeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5428002282275262240?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5428002282275262240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5428002282275262240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5428002282275262240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5428002282275262240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-chao-sad-chao-chao-chao-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4329147082969267742</id><published>2007-05-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:09:16.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;没有人应该是孤独的;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellooo people im alive and kicking and no diarrhea at all, please. *faints*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ITS THE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peilin the pangsai havent passed me my holiday homework yet, so i don't know how MUCH there are but i know there's alot xzxzxz. sighs haiyoyooo. holiday alrdy still don't want let us off ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ive already started planning for the holidays, i shall spend a chao busy but fun holiday and at the same time, i shall study and do lots of homework :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things To Do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/}&lt;/span&gt; finish all the holiday assignments by 2nd week of the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2/}&lt;/span&gt; visit library, read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3/}&lt;/span&gt; drill on my chem, phy, amath and emath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4/}&lt;/span&gt; rent some movies/ go to the cinemas if there's good shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5/}&lt;/span&gt; sleep alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6/}&lt;/span&gt; eat alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7/}&lt;/span&gt; run alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8/}&lt;/span&gt; shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9/}&lt;/span&gt; get out of all this mess and find the right target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10/}&lt;/span&gt; learn HTML codes and do my own blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, not alot, not alot. but tuition and band are going to take up chao lots of my time. oh and i'll be chao broke during the holidays and there's this few somethings i need to getttt! [gosh, money money! $$$]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to get&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/}&lt;/span&gt; Fathers' Day Present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2/}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt;'s bday presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3/}&lt;/span&gt; NUM flipflops [chao chio]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey but come to think of it its not alot right. i just want to give my loved ones not-that-bad stuffs and get myself a nice flipflop which cost arnd $33.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'll spend alot of my money on food and unnecessary things, those who know me shall know hahah. but anyway i think i'll be getting myself a $17 comic book too, if i have enough $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things i MAY do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/}&lt;/span&gt; get 3rd piercing on right ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2/}&lt;/span&gt; dye a few streaks of my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay once again maybe not. the 3rd piercing i want to get is more of the upper part of the ear, the veins part and bones and whatever and i guess that's gonna hurt and im scared i'll go blind or deaf or whatever [&lt;em&gt;but the thought is tempting lah&lt;/em&gt; ]x ]. and for the dye hair thing i'll see how, whether jy wants it or not. of course, i'll use not-so-obvious colours lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah madeline shall make this holiday one of the best one, with the feeling of accomplishment [:&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im not getting out of the house temporary because someone got grounded,don't worry i help you think of some methods can, loveee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Howard &lt;/strong&gt;is chao cute can.&lt;br /&gt;baritone junior, yay.&lt;br /&gt;[okay im starting to be envious of him]&lt;br /&gt;i miss my baritone saxophone like &lt;em&gt;xzxzxzxz &lt;/em&gt;can its like ive lost &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; when i changed to tenor.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling can't be describe, nobody will know how it feels like lah, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;even though tenor part is more interesting and won't make me fall asleep so easily but i still prefer the steady bass part with occasional melody lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;baybeh you won't understand that feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ive seemed to lost freedom too, its like i can do whatever i want when i'm still playing the baritone and now ive lost that very important thing in my life, freedom, freedom, freedom.&lt;br /&gt;i miss baritone saxophone alot. &lt;i&gt;this is one of the very few times ive mentioned about this aft ive changed, yeah/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway that's not the impt thing, the impt thing is that i hope the chao cute Howard will like it [:&lt;br /&gt;yay he can do it, he can do it alot alot better than me.&lt;br /&gt;[i tried but i was a terrible player and let everybody down, i was so horrible, &lt;i&gt;sorry&lt;/i&gt; D: D:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah and i guess i don't have to worry about him too much because everybody's like ... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; to teach him and its so unfair because he's cuter than me and that's why everybody wants to teach him while nobody even bothers about me last time. ive learnt my lesson i shall act cute from now onwards hahahah :D [but maybe not,i don't act cute and will never act cute, its chao disgusting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye this is getting sick my eyes are hurting i want to bath and do my maths and watch teveee later :D&lt;br /&gt;i think my sec 1s are all really very cuteee :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4329147082969267742?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4329147082969267742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4329147082969267742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4329147082969267742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4329147082969267742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellooo-people-im-alive-and-kicking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5985569348221469169</id><published>2007-05-24T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:09:15.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god bless daddddy and his... badly crashed car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-5985569348221469169?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5985569348221469169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5985569348221469169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5985569348221469169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5985569348221469169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-bless-daddddy-and-his.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2377015398452462772</id><published>2007-05-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:16:28.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had the parent-teacher meeting session today and Mr Lim said I should go for &lt;em&gt;counselling&lt;/em&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway it wasn't as bad as what i thought lah, and that hahaha i got A for CME despite all those totally-rubbish essays ive wrote :D Madeline is a good civilian, YAY. [okay i think the whole class get an A or sth like that, tsktsk]&lt;br /&gt;Mummy wants me to get L1R5 18 for SA2 [chao impossible] and that she doesn't want to go to school again but i don't mind her going to school because in fact i feel quite happy when i see my mum in school. shucks im getting suparrrweird D:&lt;br /&gt;and somehow she claims that she got this confidence in me for years but i guess she alrdy figured out that she still needs to go to school during term 4 because she got a daughter who's not clever and extremely laaazy and can't bloody concentrate for even 15minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and Ms Ong got the shock of her life seeing me in the library. I think she thinks that im clever [but sadly, im not] and hahahah maybe ive got this &lt;s&gt;clever&lt;/s&gt; look :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;its not the appearance that matters, its the inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and can you believe it lah holidays begins &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any holiday mood at all because right now im still doing alot of hw, not even have time to slack. i want to go to the library! library! library!&lt;br /&gt;srsly i don't really have the mood to blog now because ive got my maths and physics to do and got to rush out two designs by tonight, this is &lt;em&gt;tough, tough, tough&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im not slacking now okay im actually doing my researh!&lt;br /&gt;D: i feel like sleeping. ive never felt so stressed after the exams before, its worse than BEFORE the exams. tuition is driving me crazzeehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to do maths! and we've got like supaar lots of maths period this week and i almost went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a loser because i don't know how to draw the four tangents and gradients for physics graph!  *&lt;em&gt;bangs real hard on the wall&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Worse, i don't even know how to read the instructions to do the chemistry SPA [&lt;em&gt;this deserves two bangs on the wall.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whyohwhy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm i like sour power candy sticks nowadays i don't know why, must be the influence of sissie, ive never like sour stuffs before.&lt;br /&gt;but still madeline loves &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jellybeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most, they make my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL ENDS TMRW :D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be a chao packed holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p.s. tmrw i shall sleep at 2100, hello my long-lost beauty sleep, im back ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2377015398452462772?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2377015398452462772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2377015398452462772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2377015398452462772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2377015398452462772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-had-parent-teacher-meeting-session.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8940219463824000937</id><published>2007-05-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:13.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight, It ends tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellloo everyonee :D&lt;br /&gt;ooh im rather busy recently, infact very very very busy ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway let me talk about &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ytd&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;went to met up with pangsai earlier and went to take a walk and go crazeh before meeting up with the others to go to republic poly. boy its hugeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;and the SAF concert was alright for the first part, i like the &lt;strong&gt;SNOWQUEEN&lt;/strong&gt; thing, then me and pangsai left during the interval and went to look arnd in the UK funfair thing. ohmygod, one non exciting ride costs like, &lt;em&gt;$5&lt;/em&gt; and one normal ride is like &lt;em&gt;$7.50&lt;/em&gt; and more exciting one is like&lt;em&gt; $10&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so we invested our money on food, &lt;3 pastamania!&lt;br /&gt;alright nth much but just that &lt;em&gt;i love my pangsai&lt;/em&gt; and it'd be better if she's not late for 35minutes -.- haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a very very sleepy day because i didn't sleep well last night ]:&lt;br /&gt;but its okay because i can wake up tmr later because dad's driving me to school and i don't have to wake up early to wait like 10mins for that damn inconsistent 187 :D &lt;em&gt;*smiles very, very, very widely*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i just knew today that my mummy is going to see Mr Seow too [okay i failed BOTH science D:] and i like Mr Seow! maybe i'll ask mummy to wear nicer a bit :D hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;She was very grumpy when i went home with her and complaint that holidays is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ENDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what? it havent even started!&lt;br /&gt;but uhm, when i think of it its quite true, i mean...&lt;br /&gt;i have to spend like &lt;strong&gt;2/3&lt;/strong&gt; of the holidays going back to school, wtf, and like at least 4 days to rush up all my assignments and that's like left with 6days? and that's including all the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;no big difference from normal school days, just that there's no tests, but ALOT of band practises, ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dying lah its like everyone is celebrating after exams but i still have to work a lot, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-.- my tuition is driving me crazeh. Tiara expects me to study 4 chapters of physics by wednesday, like tmr's tmr? and ive got band till very very late on tuesday and ive alrdy asked June and Yisiew to go JE library with me on wed! PLUS, there's around 3files needed for checking which means ive to pack all those ws and do corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ahh yes, the sky is dropping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright nvrm this is good, keep it up madeline and you'll score great during EOYs, at least i hope so [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but once again, there goes my beauty sleep. ]:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im starving because i just had 1.5h of tuition and had no dinner and only had some strawberries. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive made some very-powderish &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; crystals today during chemistry SPA!&lt;br /&gt;and i gave some to June and Yisiew, ooh ooh i wonder what they will do to them [you'll nvr know what's up on their sleeves hhahaa!]&lt;br /&gt;and some $%^&amp;*( lost some of my crystals&lt;br /&gt;im very sad, very very sad. ]]]]]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes i was digging my amaths 2 ytd like mad because somehow the book went wandering away from its friends okay and so when i was digging it i found my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;swatch watch! okay not found, but that ive like totally forgotten its existence :X so haha i shall be wearing it when i feel like! ive like worn that watch for less than 10times, i think.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and i went to seek sissie assistance to help find that damn book because i know Ms Lim will go really mad and guess what? she found it..&lt;br /&gt;its inside my dinosaur quiksilver schoolbag, &lt;em&gt;xx, xx, xx&lt;/em&gt; O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES SOMEBODY SHOOT ME , BANGBANGBANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh its boring to post without pictures so i found a great picture of my loveeee :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067019603319851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RlGre6XSChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-aruchZVCQU/s200/8230501970l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh this is like chao cute can xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8940219463824000937?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8940219463824000937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8940219463824000937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8940219463824000937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8940219463824000937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/walls-start-breathing-my-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RlGre6XSChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-aruchZVCQU/s72-c/8230501970l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6748510116713453540</id><published>2007-05-19T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:36:27.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[:</title><content type='html'>hey earthlingssssss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is my msn - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;llmadelinelim@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , specially for my dearest juniors who are guessing whether ive msn and what is my msn. don't worry people i don't live in the cave or hide in a hole all day long, very unlike amethyst the &lt;em&gt;pangsai-cum-cavewoman&lt;/em&gt;. but don't email me cos im suppaaarrlazy and ive like 940 out of 1100 emails left unread. somhow i find more fun in reading blogs and watching youtube than checking emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;suppaaaardepressed&lt;/em&gt; about my results.&lt;br /&gt;i failed &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; of my science, now that's really bad ]:&lt;br /&gt;and also, ive only got two distinctions - my emaths and my art [miracleee!]&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;suppaarrdisappointed&lt;/em&gt; with my chinese. i failed my compo because i wrote out of question and its like wtf ive never write li ti before. this is very sad, very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i don't know my electgeog marks, yet.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my L1R5 is like &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; and hoho this means ive to bring my mum to see Mr Ho. oh that's not very pleasant, isn't it? D: i shall guide my mum on what to wear incase she wears too fancifully because, for goodness sake we're just going to meet Mr. Ho and he's gonna tell you how much your daughter sucks at her studies. we're not going to meet the&lt;em&gt; president&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Lee Hsien Loong&lt;/em&gt;, so there, &lt;em&gt;no biggie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's mentally prepared anyway, she know how much i sucks at my studies so she wasn't very upset but hey there, she's suppppaaarrrchao happy with my maths results because ive got like B3 for A maths and she thought i'll fail it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ive gotten my "hands" drawing back hahaha Ms Ong said my drawing is very design type and the hands are &lt;strong&gt;masculine&lt;/strong&gt;! wooots! i love how guys' hands or arms' veins 'pop' out whenever they have a small movement or when they clench their fists, i think its very manly. *droools* &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i like muscular people&lt;/span&gt; hahaha &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i had a great difficulty drawing the hands because i have no veins. well maybe ive got, but thats not obvious enough and i got a hell time trying to force my veins out. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band resumed ah i can't deny the fact that im rather unhappy about it because its like, life lacks of something when there's band.&lt;br /&gt;so there i am, back again to the &lt;em&gt;coldddd&lt;/em&gt; band room.&lt;br /&gt;oh i changed to tenor sax :/ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;baritone is still the loveee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , Howard is taking over soon. that fella is chao cute lah :D ive the cutest juniors in the band room- &lt;em&gt;Howard Lixian &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Zhengyong&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;okay i keep thinking Zhengyong is Ziyong lah :/&lt;br /&gt;anyway im dying because Yanting will be away from like.. 5th June to 10th June, i think. which means.. she won't be there for the parade and the birdpark thing.&lt;br /&gt;:O ohmytian lah, totally :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the library! June! June! June! June! June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;JUNEEEE!&lt;/span&gt; *screaaaams*&lt;br /&gt;let's go to JE library one day alright? pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;okay and yisiew hahaha i love them a lot a lot lah they are so clever.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahhhahahahahh &gt;:D im rather crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand the way you criticise me, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;you can't do it better, shut up. you have no rights to criticise me, bloody asshole.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need you to tell me, i know what to do so you shut up because even though im not good im alrdy tons better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoooo&lt;/em&gt; lah idiot why spoil my happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the SAF concert tmr, but meeting up earlier to go crazeeh with my pangsai &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;pangsai is &lt;em&gt;sexaye&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;smooth&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; smelly&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i love my pangsai she's so cute [:&lt;br /&gt;haha and i shall wear the shoe i bought with Jiayi. Jiayi had a hell time with her shoes because they kept cutting her and her legs bleed and have blisters and she cannot walk properly and stops every 5seconds to pull her socks up hahaha. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i think shana is a very cute person [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;XZXZXZXZXZXZXZZXZXZXZX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used up all my brain cells to try to make this post very interesting lah, because my previous posts were all very boringgggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6748510116713453540?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6748510116713453540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6748510116713453540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6748510116713453540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6748510116713453540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='[:'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2381980300789454728</id><published>2007-05-15T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>灭不了一个渺小的孤单&lt;br /&gt;盛夏的一场狂欢来到了光年之外&lt;br /&gt;长大难道是人必经的溃烂&lt;br /&gt;-盛夏光年&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm. i want to watch 盛夏光年!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RklYVkUW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VDdEBWlED9Q/s1600-h/140645_508260022_teiwuabw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RklYVkUW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VDdEBWlED9Q/s200/140645_508260022_teiwuabw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064676383504395666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张睿家 is hawt lah! [:&lt;br /&gt;but damn lah its R21 but i think i have the mentality to watch it because im very mature, really. its a gay show lah but aiyo i want to watch!&lt;br /&gt;and the theme song is sang by the one and only mayday, loves.&lt;br /&gt;random pictures of 张睿家!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RklcX0UW7aI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JmGRicse6Nw/s1600-h/10104838_866578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RklcX0UW7aI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JmGRicse6Nw/s200/10104838_866578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064680820205612450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rklc7UUW7bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W7K6GpZ5ShM/s1600-h/U1739P54T3D36080F59DT20070205101233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rklc7UUW7bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W7K6GpZ5ShM/s200/U1739P54T3D36080F59DT20070205101233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064681430090968498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he acted as "ah si" in toyko juliet too, and that show is  great ahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think this is silly.i want a dog yet im scared of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;i run when i see dogs.&lt;br /&gt;but i think dogs are so cute and i want them.&lt;br /&gt;okay im contridicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty bored because im stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;mum was sick and so i rejected going out to play badminton to take care of her [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im getting too boring. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow and that means we will get back our papers and that means i shall die.&lt;br /&gt;im unprepared yet lah. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2381980300789454728?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2381980300789454728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2381980300789454728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2381980300789454728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2381980300789454728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/uhm.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RklYVkUW7ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VDdEBWlED9Q/s72-c/140645_508260022_teiwuabw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-4538532664125773847</id><published>2007-05-14T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyo i felt so bad lah i should go out and run and take a break but i just cant stop watching youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;loser&lt;/i&gt; D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST RUN TONIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay exams are officially over, hahaha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiayi don't you worry lah, itll be okay, alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we finished our orals at like... 8plus and went to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted pastamania but the damn shop will be opened at... 1100 and then kfc will be opened at 1000. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end dined at burger kinggg and read newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiayi is supaaarrfunaaye because she still rmb the dream we had. okay maybe not dream, but something we thought of, about london. lovee you lah youre so naiveee o.o haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she wants me to be the _____ of ______ which is total impossible and she still scolds me for not pursuing my dreams -.- thank you lah, for supporting me and giving so much hope in me [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright so i say, i was reading the newspaper and this caught my eyes, an article about the three year old kid called &lt;b&gt;Madeleine McCann&lt;/b&gt; being kidnapped. no, she should be four years old, since her fourth b'day is on May12, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's no more love in this world ]: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064351207235448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rkgwl0UW7YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/itASZ0U7VWk/s320/nmaddy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, this is the cute girl im talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's so cute lah ]: and she got almost the same name as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*prays* i felt really sad about this, not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;yellow bands and yellow ribbons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay im gettting rly bored and im going back to my youtube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;daisies are prettaye, loveee! [: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-4538532664125773847?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4538532664125773847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=4538532664125773847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4538532664125773847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/4538532664125773847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/aiyo-i-felt-so-bad-lah-i-should-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rkgwl0UW7YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/itASZ0U7VWk/s72-c/nmaddy4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-7333676012530721271</id><published>2007-05-13T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:48:34.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>忽然发现你的手能给我熟悉的温柔&lt;br /&gt;原来这份感动才是我所梦昧以求&lt;br /&gt;-痊愈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i don't know all this stuffs so i don't have to think so much ah *bangs the wall many times.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i really want to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, was checking out S.H.E new songs and wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="点击查看此歌曲专辑" href="http://www.haoting.com/musiclist/ht_b0bc574a6bd98434.htm" target="_blank"&gt;谢谢你的温柔&lt;/a&gt; is chao nan ting, esp the chorus part whr feilunhai sang is nanting dao.&lt;br /&gt;CM'ON LAH THAT ONE IS MY ASHIN'S 温柔 SONG LEH.&lt;br /&gt;still sing till so nan ting. ashin is the best, bigbig fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;yay, love.&lt;br /&gt;feilunhai cant be compared to mayday because they only looks good [i think ashin loooks the best, not kidding] and can act but cant sing. neh, unlike mayday, suparrrtalented. &lt;div&gt;ah madeline don't really like shuai ge only okay i like talented people more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and furthermore their looks cant be compared to ashin and they don't have style, my ashin got diploma in interior design and that motivates me, &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[okay i shall shut up because i know i'll go on forever and everyone will be irritated because noone i know likes mayday and everyone likes feilunhai.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love mayday esp ashin. hahahh! ooh and concertttt i cant wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i found out that im supaarrrloser because... i don't know how to spell feilunhai's english name. i nvr make it a point to rmb it :X loser lah madeline.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;when im tired i go crazy and smile and laugh at myself but now i got too many things to think about D: i'm so confused and bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh im not hungry&lt;br /&gt;im not hungry&lt;br /&gt;im not hungry&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeek im going to eat cupnoodles lah i think, byebye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is totally random because im bored, im bored, im bored and i love mayday and ashin!&lt;br /&gt;yes somebody come slap me, *piak*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-7333676012530721271?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7333676012530721271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=7333676012530721271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7333676012530721271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/7333676012530721271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-i-dont-know-all-this-stuffs-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1123196864684610620</id><published>2007-05-12T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:15.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeek lah i'm so laaaazy to blog ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so this is it, exams are over, hiphiphorraaay! [now this reminds me of the elit choc factory play we did last year, girls rmb?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;think i won't do well this time, for my physics chem amaths geog art and ss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that's &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; alot. ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt so screwd lah but whatver its all over, but i rly mugged alot for my physics and ss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent like 24hours doing my art, with the passion for it and ferriswheels and i can like do from 2000 to 0500 for TWO days in a row. i may not be good at it but i know i love art and ive got th passion and that's it. i screwd my final artwork up. totally. fuck madeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my amaths is pretty screwd too i think, but i guess i'll pass it lah. but i felt damn sad because i had a tuition for like 3h30min [minus the 15min that mum forced me and tiara to eat cheesecake -.-] and she spent alot of time before that too, to teach me logs and i cant do the last damn log qn. i tried but it was wrong. im damn depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nownow, don't talk about my chemistry i deserved it lah like cm'on, i started revising on the day before and wooh, i can't concentrate and catch the main points on my txtbook and notes i felt so sad ]: it was like 2300 when my sissie the superman's saver came to bring me back to earth and teach me. no this issn't good, too dependent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever happened to the strong madeline? argh im always so weak when it comes to study. i need to move on with the others. fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now give me a break i wanna play i wanna relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't wanna think about it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think i did my best i studied i mugged i really tried. its better than the past two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA BUT SO? EXAMS ARE OVER AND THAT'S THE MAIN THING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home to change aft exams and then went to citylink mall with peilin and dined at Newyork newyork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, food is great, service is great, drink is great, atmosphere is great. but, none can beat......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE FREE GREENAPPLE CANDYFLOSS HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot man i love candyfloss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063658304456551746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RkW6ZkUW7UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WjG3Avi-luc/s320/11-05-07_1330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063658304456551762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RkW6ZkUW7VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z2PWUoFZwhw/s320/11-05-07_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;nothing much, went to shop around and gotten some earrings. okay i don't know why but i like to buy accessories alot. alot, alot, alot. more than clothings.&lt;br /&gt;eh then ive got my melody stuffs haha i love my melody alot. i fell in love with her when im around 5yr old. believe it? no one will, except jiayi D: ahaha. im too man to love this kind of sweet things i guess, but i really obsess over my melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn ive gotten mother's day present, YAY! nike shirt, simple and sweeeeeett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this very nice le coq sportif bag that i may consider buying. my adidas one [which i still love it alot] is kinda spoiled ]: it lasted for 1year3months and went through thick and thin with me, we went to band and suffered in the air-con tgt every sat, we went overseas to play tgt, we went shopping tgt, we went band tour tgt. i think the $79 is damn worth it ;D yay loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063658712478444914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RkW6xUUW7XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_aRJVV8mRZ4/s320/12-05-07_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to town with jiayi.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, she's early and im late. O.O haha. i asked her to go to bus interchange and gave her directions and in the end she ended up at the LRT station which is like two opposite sides?&lt;br /&gt;she's so blur and cute :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fareast and we bought shoes tgt! suparcute! she bought the fairy one and i bought the cow one, heh! and she looked so cute in the dress that she bought and i fell in love with her. i was like "eh jiayi i want jio you" ahha :D but she seems more like a daughter to me, she's so pettite and cute.&lt;br /&gt;went to walk around and made a fool out of ourselves everywhere we went.&lt;br /&gt;went to heeren and cineleisure aft that and jiayi wanted me to buy oversized shades with her. O.O i think they're pretty useless so i didn't buy. sorry girl, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;ooh and she got her hair rebonded the day before! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh and rain! heavy rain! jiayi was like "MADELINE WE GO BUY UMBRELLA! MADELINE WE GO TAKE CAB TO THE NEAREST BUSSTOP!" eh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;alright so we managed to get to the busstop, very very drenched. ]: but that was fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;went to bpp to get swensen's mango icecream cake for her mum.&lt;br /&gt;went home with my legs supartired.&lt;br /&gt;yay we shall go out next week tooooo ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA TMR IS MOTHER'S DAY YAY MUMMY I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;will spend the whole day with my family and HAAHHA we booked tickets for spidey 3 alr!&lt;br /&gt;woots, woots, WOOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;and on monday is the damn chinese oral. like hello? we don't know what to say and we nvr had chinese oral in secondary school before and makmak nvr teach us!&lt;br /&gt;pangsai. ]: it was so last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive heard too much ive seen too much.&lt;br /&gt;now give me time to digest what ive known and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063658712478444898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RkW6xUUW7WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1u_operYCq8/s320/05-05-07_2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now take me on a ride on the ferriswheel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1123196864684610620?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1123196864684610620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1123196864684610620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1123196864684610620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1123196864684610620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/05/eeek-lah-im-so-laaaazy-to-blog-okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RkW6ZkUW7UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WjG3Avi-luc/s72-c/11-05-07_1330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8574738589500450218</id><published>2007-04-28T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:06:28.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright one last post during the exam period [:&lt;br /&gt;i shall go mug really hard later for my ss and physics! &lt;em&gt;must pass must pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek exam faster go away leh, so that i can play all day long to reward myself for mugging so hard!&lt;br /&gt;play play play and of course, tv &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahah and great grand feast [saving $$$ real hard now!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tutor is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;supaaaar&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sugggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sweeeet&lt;/span&gt;! and cute and feminine too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiara&lt;/span&gt;, tiara, tiara, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tiara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;tiara&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go do self reflection aft exams about how come i so manly.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall turn to a female some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh ive got blisters on my finger, like ouch! i wrote too much during exams ]:&lt;br /&gt;and btw my hcl and eng paper 1s are &lt;strong&gt;d-o-o-m-e-d.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die ah die ah *bangs onto the wall*&lt;br /&gt;okay so ive got this cute spongey thing to help cushion my finger which is very very useful!&lt;br /&gt;but it looks so fugly on my pens, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art! i haven even start yet!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe but ive got ideas! inspirations. so now all i need is &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to practise drawing straight lines -.- cannot use ruler leh. $%^&amp;amp;* and straight lines are my weakest! ]:&lt;br /&gt;im doing models and drawing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FerrisWheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;one ah&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; big&lt;/span&gt; one ah, all damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont dare to ride FerrisWheels lah, height phobia. [but i shall overcome my fear so that i can ride on Singapore Flyer! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rollercoasters&lt;/span&gt; are the best, *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe ive &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got my Nikeballerids, super chio *grins from ear to ear* :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye i will not use the comp anymore since ive printed my art stuffs out alr.&lt;br /&gt;[p.s . ______ is super adorable, loves :D]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8574738589500450218?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8574738589500450218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8574738589500450218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8574738589500450218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8574738589500450218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/alright-one-last-post-during-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2457116436421214107</id><published>2007-04-26T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:08:16.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art diary</title><content type='html'>okay so this is it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm super contenteddddd with my art diary, like 13 pages long&lt;br /&gt;i can't help smiling to myself, pretty normal ah yes i know :X&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay ive finally got the inspirations and idea of what to draw alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madeline the great hahahahahahah! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know im a bit slow as some of you might know this but still...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SINGAPORE FLYER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [hot hot hot]!&lt;br /&gt;165m, BIGGEST TALLEST ferris wheel in the world and will be ready in early 2008. yay!&lt;br /&gt;adults pricing is like.. $29! ]: but its a bloody long 37mins ride lah and air conditioned somemore.&lt;br /&gt;okay whateverrrr i'm gonna ride that somehow! [despite of my height phobia, that's it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want rollercoasters!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its like 0100 and i'm gonna chiong my 3 newspaper articles and do some maths before sleeping. tsktsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2457116436421214107?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2457116436421214107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2457116436421214107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2457116436421214107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2457116436421214107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/art-diary.html' title='art diary'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1616808098392799484</id><published>2007-04-25T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:16.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make-believes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday amethysttt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;happy birthday jeremyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy belated birthday ireneee! [24th]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;happy early birthday vincentttt! [27th]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like woooots, many birthdays this weeek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah people like irene should learn to behave her age and be matureee. her behaviour is like a 5year old kid, tsktsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and amethyst you cute one hahaha stop making funny faces at me since you're like so old now and ahh i feel damn guilty because i promised them i'll go for the celebration at school but in the end i went to 3e6 to teach yisiew partial fractions :X:X:X [i love partial fractions because i know how to do!] but once again, &lt;em&gt;she doesn't needs me more than yisiew does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eeek my birthday will come like 787867537 years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;15year old kids shall not discriminate 14year olds kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my tutor is coming at 1930.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im extremely nervous now *&lt;em&gt;hand trembles leg trembles head trembles body trembles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope she's nice and patience. oh man i pity her, its not easy to teach me :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i'm struggling with my art diary exam thing lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha but somehow ive got an idea what to draw, just that will i REALLY draw it anot and do i have a way to draw it. tsk ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stormy rainy days these few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;windy and cold,&lt;/em&gt; suitable for sleeping but... WAIT! i cannot sleep! ]: eeek. this is torturing me! pangsai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nvrm now rain then after exam must be sunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we're going to play in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;! [yes jiayi, i'm gonna pull you along and you have to go even if you hates the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;. the most i let you carry an umbrella 24/7 haha!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057307624078765314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Ri8qfUUW7QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pd4TFJRhBjE/s320/47_80838_3ee4bf1db5248a0-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057307624078765330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Ri8qfUUW7RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mCm15Ba9cho/s320/47_80838_8d5fdac3aefb019-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057307628373732642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Ri8qfkUW7SI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H1_70DYL9t8/s320/47_80838_9a0f1c73cfb2847-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057307628373732658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Ri8qfkUW7TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kzkqN_DV_60/s320/47_80838_592b7a4af074a52-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;madeline is a a superman and she's gonna STOP global warming. &lt;em&gt;and you're not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1616808098392799484?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1616808098392799484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1616808098392799484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1616808098392799484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1616808098392799484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/make-believes.html' title='make-believes'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Ri8qfUUW7QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pd4TFJRhBjE/s72-c/47_80838_3ee4bf1db5248a0-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-3737373717124978385</id><published>2007-04-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:16:54.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles</title><content type='html'>i spent 5mins changing the skin so yay ive got a nice skinnnie now!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;i doubt a miracle will happen this time round.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and argh i still have no inspirations for my art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-3737373717124978385?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/3737373717124978385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=3737373717124978385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3737373717124978385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/3737373717124978385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/miracles.html' title='miracles'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-9014855191328440059</id><published>2007-04-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:21:57.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Ive got this strong gush of anger and hatred in my heart today.&lt;br /&gt;me hates ______&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve my respect, phuiiii*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;biasbiasbias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i shall flush you into the toiletbowl someday hahahahahah &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay im happy today! :D&lt;br /&gt;i passed my maths. [really really really!]&lt;br /&gt;alright i cant believe it myself too lah i thought i'll fail it because i thought i'll fail every single maths test, and that's why i didn't expect my name to be called out so soon and that's why i didn't come up to take the paper which is super retarded luh :X&lt;br /&gt;but yay! [: could have gotten better but contented, i didn't fail alright xD&lt;br /&gt;and mum returned me my ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;me and weesuan are the only two girls that got A for 2.4km first trial [see, chionging and squeezing does you some good!] and we don't want to challenge ourselves again so we helped to push xueer.&lt;br /&gt;and Ms Ho was directly shooting at the four of us who got A because we don't want to challenge ourselves and beat our own record. -.- please lah i run until my leg FOUR blisters that time and can barely walk and got stomach cramp you know! D:&lt;br /&gt;but whatever i may run again next week.&lt;br /&gt;tsktskkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my mummm and deeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-9014855191328440059?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/9014855191328440059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=9014855191328440059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/9014855191328440059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/9014855191328440059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-got-this-strong-gush-of-anger-and.html' title=':D'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8158063122998395051</id><published>2007-04-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:01:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-year timetable</title><content type='html'>midyears are like coming soon, &lt;em&gt;very very soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh no ]:&lt;br /&gt;but think of all the fun we could have aft the exams, rah! :D&lt;br /&gt;since i don't want to go back for remedials and re-exams during the holidays, &lt;em&gt;me shall study hard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i handed my ipod to mum myself because i want to focus and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i can't cope or focus even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm seriously depriving of music argh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sure mum won't give me back my ipod!&lt;br /&gt;ahh my ipodddd! D:&lt;br /&gt;okay nvrm, study study study! die die must pass everything!&lt;br /&gt;ive drawn a motivation poster too, with obviously, my&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;joseph&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/em&gt; name bigbig down there ahhaha :D &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*hearts*&lt;/span&gt; [he's the one who motivated me to finish all my homework for dec holidays last year okay!] &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*hearts more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i like the midyear exam timetable, have some time in between to mug for most paper.&lt;br /&gt;but still im freaking out lah, both my maths, phy, chem! argh pangsai! ]:&lt;br /&gt;oh and the great thing is i don't have to go to school on 07may monday :D wooots! no paper on that day and peilin still have to come back for her accounts. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oooh ive gotten the artpaper today. like super chim O.O and i accidentally bought terrence's paper back, i think :X oops.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll like need super lots of time to prepare for it. nvrm, patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall control myself and not use the computer so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogging is useless, friendster is useless, studying is important!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now screaaaam into my head and i shall remember it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay although blogging isn't my top priority, but still, i detest dead blogs.&lt;br /&gt;if im like really busy, maybe once a week i'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, ive got a series of weird dreams and things happening last night about me not feeling well and this and that and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;this morning i &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vomited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and vomiting is a BIG BIG BIG thing to me because i rarely vomit and i hate vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet you won't believe that i didn't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nosebleed&lt;/span&gt; before for all my life, yes. okay back to the vomit thing,&lt;br /&gt;its like creeeepy, i was alright when i doze off and the dreams ive dreamt about all came true.&lt;br /&gt;rahh why did this kind of weird things happen to me D:&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want this kind of dreams to come true lah, if want make my dreams come true also must be nice dreams right! &lt;em&gt;[for eg, i won S$5million in some crap competition]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. creepy. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr gotta chiong 2.4km again.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be clever this time round and put like 2 plasters on each foot to prevent blisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;glad&lt;/em&gt; i went up to 3E6 aft school today becausee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mengfai gave me a sweeet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one he won in the quiz :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hot hot hot!&lt;/span&gt; hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall go and do my research on my art! yay let me get a B okay! xD&lt;br /&gt;eekk and i want to change my blogsong! the current one is nice but don't suits me ]:&lt;br /&gt;ive got something &lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8158063122998395051?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8158063122998395051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8158063122998395051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8158063122998395051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8158063122998395051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/mid-year-timetable.html' title='mid-year timetable'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8065000904807055387</id><published>2007-04-15T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random photos</title><content type='html'>i said that my handphone can't be connected to the computer right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now me the very clever one bluetoothed the photos to my sisse's phone and she connected it to the computer and tadahhhh, those very random and old photos xD yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053489159970066658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RiGZndBNkOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlvhZDVity4/s320/19-03-07_1428.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe! yisiew's and mine! :D they are like made for one another xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053489580876861682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RiGZ_9BNkPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/X6z5dXSziuU/s320/06-04-07_1800.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gigantic card for derrrrry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053490164992413954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RiGah9BNkQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-5TrTv-ijuo/s320/06-04-07_1408.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt; :O COOKIE MONSTERRR :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053490560129405202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RiGa49BNkRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4YfnMJzR8oo/s320/09-04-07_2207.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;golden streaks of hair :D that's like so coooooooool lah :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8065000904807055387?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8065000904807055387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8065000904807055387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8065000904807055387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8065000904807055387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-photos.html' title='random photos'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RiGZndBNkOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlvhZDVity4/s72-c/19-03-07_1428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6589786302809626705</id><published>2007-04-14T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:49:11.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeline With Rudolph's Rednose! D:</title><content type='html'>i think my nose is somehow&lt;em&gt; crooked&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was trying to adjust my music stand and make it higher [im tall! :D] but unfortunately i unscrewed the wrong screw and the whole thing fell apart when i forcingly tried to pull it up, with the stand hitting my nose which is like, ouch? ]: it hurts like xzxzzxzx. my nose went numb for like 5seconds and after that i felt the pain and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i just sat there crying, holding the stand in one of my hands and the other touching my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like , so embarrasing! ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i turned to peilin and said "&lt;em&gt;very pain&lt;/em&gt;" and she was like WHAAAAT? WHY ARE YOU CRYING! and then my section mates saw it and said that too. and then..&lt;br /&gt;all the people around us turned and looked at me... and my bloody&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; flat nose.&lt;br /&gt;yes my nose is very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;and flat and crooked i think D:&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod lah what if next time i have to do plastic surgery to put my nose in place? argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is damn fragile lah.&lt;br /&gt;around a year ago or so, i had a fight with my sisse and she just lightly punched my lips and my lips cracked/torn and it starts to bleed.my sissie was so scared because she thought my tooth fell out. damn funny :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;strong&gt;ON YOUR SPEAKERS IF YOU HAVEN'T, PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is love [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i changed my blogskin hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6589786302809626705?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6589786302809626705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6589786302809626705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6589786302809626705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6589786302809626705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/madeline-with-rudolphs-rednose-d.html' title='Madeline With Rudolph&apos;s Rednose! D:'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2742967900758939179</id><published>2007-04-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:46:40.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gold</title><content type='html'>SwissWinds got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;pretty sad because we put in so much effort and expected a gold with honours, but still its not that bad luh. gold. contentment, people!&lt;br /&gt;and then the sec 4s have to bid farewell to the band ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DERRY, KENNETH, DON'T GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been almost 2&amp;half years that they've been with us, teaching us and watching us improve and grow. i'm really grateful for you two, and chingkit.&lt;br /&gt;esp. derry, my 2nd direct senior who's always there with me [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh its so sad lah seeing them passingout and next year it'd be our turn. serenade! saxophone section gotta work really hard now that there's no kenneth and chingkit.&lt;br /&gt;cm'on we shall do it [:&lt;br /&gt;hmm and i've given up on trying to make chingkit forgive us. its useless ]: he didn't see all the efforts we've put in, sighs T.T&lt;br /&gt;woots i've got a section tee, &lt;em&gt;hiphiphooray!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair was unevenly sprayed &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; too, during syf day :D its&lt;em&gt; cooooooooooooooollll&lt;/em&gt;, ive never sprayed colours on my hair before! yesyesyes country bumpkin! :X&lt;br /&gt;]: there's so much tears and hugs on that day, really memorable! we like totally disgraced ourselves in the public but who cares. i think the auntie in the lotone foodcourt must be thinking in this way...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;wahlau siao liao lah, youngsters nowadays. so late liao still come here hug hug cry cry. still block my way somemore&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;omgggg i shant talk about this anymore, its getting me emo T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hectic school life man, now that my sec3 are already so pathetic, what about my sec4 life? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't cope can't handle&lt;/em&gt; ohmangimmeabreak!&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop to breathe lah. i flunk almost every single test i took and there are just so many tests!&lt;br /&gt;everyday is so routined, come home late, bath and eat, study then lastly, falls dead in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are lil sored because i havent been sleeping well and i cried like alot on Monday and my contacts are drying them up.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant do it ]:&lt;br /&gt;all my subjects are horrible. i can barely see an A or even a B.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand &gt;w&lt; *raises white flag* i give up, like totally. i shall be good and listen to mum and get a private tutor, guess life would be busier but grades would be better then. *sighs* alright happy stuffs! we ran 2.4km today and guess what? i've got the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; position out of like around 60+ girls!&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D first time being so proud of myself ahahahha! thanks to yisiew that i've gotten a good place in the front at the starting point! Serene! next time squueeeezzzee with me okay! i'll help you out if you admit you're short and i'm tall! &lt;em&gt;i'm being very reasonable [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately i've got like 4blisters total on both my feet and that's like ouchhhh. real pain.&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest thing of it is... WE GOTTA RERUN NEXT WEEK. *eyes popped out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN I CHIONG SO FAST FOR WHATTTT $%^&amp;amp;*( D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna rerun! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm and i wanna know who's NIGEL from 4E1.&lt;br /&gt;he may be my &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;longlost brother&lt;/span&gt; or sth like that, you know even those these sort of things are pretty unbelievable, but there's still a possibility right!&lt;br /&gt;i was told by many that we looked alike and i'm like oh man, &lt;strong&gt;do i really look like a boy&lt;/strong&gt;? *stares at the mirror*&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT BE MAH. i'm so&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lor. *crosses legs and put both hands on them* [okay you can go and puke]&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking of it in a positive way! maybe he looks like a girl! ahh i don't know! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I WANT TO SEE NIGEL NIGEL NIGEL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that he's shuai, tall and strong!&lt;br /&gt;and then i once again, srsly believe that we are really siblings, because i'm tall and strong too! and that &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;genes run in the family blood&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall stop jumping to conclusions and go straight to my mum and ask whether i got a long lost brother anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;em&gt;chaoahbengs&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;chaoahlians&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the sight of them irritates me off totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek my internet connection is like pangsai ]:&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why but i cannot connect my phone to the computer lah, i want to upload that cute photo of me and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cookiemonster&lt;/span&gt;! [we're the same family :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baritonesaxophoneee *lots of hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess its time to let go and move on&lt;/em&gt; D: sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2742967900758939179?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2742967900758939179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2742967900758939179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2742967900758939179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2742967900758939179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/swisswinds-got-gold-pretty-sad-because.html' title='gold'/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-6973572122305591225</id><published>2007-04-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm very tired ]:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been going out these few days and i really miss staying at home lah ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to town &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;, jurong point&lt;em&gt; twice&lt;/em&gt;, marina square&lt;em&gt; once&lt;/em&gt; and IMM &lt;em&gt;once &lt;/em&gt;this week and thats like OMG ]: its a school week leh HOW CAN I BE SO SLACK D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i went there for meaningful stuffs, except for that one trip to town :/ haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need time to study lah, but i felt so ever tired. my eyelids are dropping can ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so many tests next week, exams coming, dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i'm wearing contacts now and receiving lotsssss of comments. rahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its super scary to put that len in your bloody eye lah omg ]: and makes your eyes drrryyyyy. hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sec4s are passing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is the last practise ]: and next monday is SYF ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rahhh even if i don't cry doesn't mean i'm not sad okay. i rarely cry nowadays lah i just throw everything into my heart and try to forget them, and will do my best to control the tears. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me is very strong nowadays hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! but i guess my heart really hurts now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'm gonna miss derry chingkit and kenneth so ]:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah. syf is the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; performance with my baritone sax i guess, i think i'll feel sadder than anyone else lah omggg ]: sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;]: thinking about that feeling is like killing me lah, and its like nobody can understand how it feels like. sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freak man i don't wanna leave my baritone sax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random pictures took on Tuesday [: band performance in the hall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050713413421311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rhe9FvVHJpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p7KHepR8rv8/s320/P4033285+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050713426306213554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rhe9GfVHJrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ya8vAbbsL88/s320/P4033298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050713422011246242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rhe9GPVHJqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tHx4jv3rxbk/s320/P4033292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050715380516333250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rhe-4PVHJsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yEQ_K5ibSRM/s320/P4033306+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050715389106267858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rhe-4vVHJtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5W_k5av9xZQ/s320/P4033307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love each and everyone of them [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-6973572122305591225?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6973572122305591225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=6973572122305591225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6973572122305591225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/6973572122305591225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-very-tired-ive-been-going-out-these.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rhe9FvVHJpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p7KHepR8rv8/s72-c/P4033285+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8674232851943358192</id><published>2007-03-31T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:10:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loveee ireneliewwwww [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town with her today and had fun, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;saw adil! and sinsin and others [only adil saw us though D:] haha.&lt;br /&gt;softtoys are so cute lah can! but irene the &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt; mature don't like them argh.&lt;br /&gt;and she keeps emphasizing that she's super cute because she asked me&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;oi last week assembly prog CO perform you got see me anot&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;then i said "&lt;em&gt;no because you not cute enough then i only look at cute people.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and i said shana is very cute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;both inside and outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then irene said she may not be cute outside [though she said she is too], but she is cute inside.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;imagine me the pathetic having to hear that sentence all the way from town to bp, omg.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. and bought another purse :D super super super cute! &lt;em&gt;polka dots and panda&lt;/em&gt;! rahh!&lt;br /&gt;and after i bought it, i realised....... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CANNOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that then yisiew's de purse no more girlfriend liao like that how?  x[&lt;br /&gt;rahh anyway yisiew i'll be there for you lah dont freak okay! *loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ytd i finally get to go to yingsi's house!&lt;br /&gt;with irene, after band.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah she's getting better wooots!&lt;br /&gt;she's so kelian lah, car accident and then missed out so many lessons, sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we shall be fortunate and cherish everything before us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh when did i become so crappish about all these stuffs, tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and i'm elated! shall be a busy week next week. 3days of schooling this week only, and 1 crosscountry which is rather useless because it will become more of a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;walkathon&lt;/span&gt; to us and oh yay babye, june will be wearing the&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; house tee! rahh i love her the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; house traitor! :D&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i bought a new &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; house tee! i don't know why i don't feel like buying other houses tees lah :X because i will look weirddddd i think, or maybe i think&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; house people are cute, gagaga!&lt;br /&gt;and its like size 38! and the shirt is zzz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt;! for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; like peilin! june, who is the exactly the mirror image of me wears the same shirt and it doesn't looks so big to her! ]: WHYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;peilin said its because she got broader shoulders, tsk, then in that case i want broad broad shoulders too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm okay then we got this assembly programme on monday and tuesday and that &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swisswinds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will perform there yay!&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;em&gt;phantom of the opera&lt;/em&gt;! alot! alot! and &lt;em&gt;my heart&lt;/em&gt; too! [:&lt;br /&gt;and the following week, monday shall be syf2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the way people! [: [: [: [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;more practises, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMETHYSTTT! HOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighhhhhhhhs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye i want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8674232851943358192?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8674232851943358192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8674232851943358192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8674232851943358192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8674232851943358192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-loveee-ireneliewwwww-went-town-with.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-2640701297526348791</id><published>2007-03-29T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:30:42.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel really terrible now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for physics remedial and it was really bad, I don't understand lah, and Mr Lim took a lot of time trying to explain to me.&lt;br /&gt;its like, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really stupid lah i think even those simple simple things must repeat at least 5times then i can understand.&lt;br /&gt;and i still don't feel like having a private tutor. ]:&lt;br /&gt;maybe at term 3, i guess. sighs. hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;A maths test tmr. sighs i know i know i know. ]: i can't make it as usual.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i can't score well for ANY of the subjects. last time i still have my chinese not that pathetic but this time, with MrMak i doubt i can barely pass it.&lt;br /&gt;i want a new Chinese teacher, srsly. the whole class wants a new one. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah me wants to pee but the technician is fixing BOTH the toiletbowls at my home.&lt;br /&gt;D: i can't even use the toilet when i'm at home. argh.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't use the toilet in school too, in between lessons. its like i've endured for 7periods before i finally go to the toilet, super ke lian. i think my bladder is more useful than my brain can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, ordered contact lenses ytd so i should be able to like get it next week [:&lt;br /&gt;yay! no more pushing up of specs which keeps falling down to the middle of my nose, rahh!&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll look weirddddd x[ duh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hahaha i got the cutest long ruler ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;yayohyay! its a super super super cute one with lots of baby penguins swimming! ahhh many loves!&lt;br /&gt;the ruler is like lasted for quite long, i remembered its my Pri4 teacher who gave me that! [ahh MsChua!]. yep!&lt;br /&gt;PENGUINS ARE ADORABBBBBLEEE. [but not terrence.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright gonna study my maths, even though i know i'll still fail it lah, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-2640701297526348791?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/2640701297526348791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=2640701297526348791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2640701297526348791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/2640701297526348791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-really-terrible-now.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-5726407972924193766</id><published>2007-03-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RgfIm5u2P2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yjKYF7MAks8/s1600-h/10258-The-Beautiful-Streets-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046222478149828450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RgfIm5u2P2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yjKYF7MAks8/s320/10258-The-Beautiful-Streets-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh relink people; &lt;a href="http://www.awakenstreets.blogspot.com"&gt;www.awakenstreets.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;blogger doesn't allows "-" anymore, super saddddd! ]: i want my &lt;em&gt;malachite&lt;/em&gt;butterfly can! sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i don't like Mrs Wong's english lessons anymore because its getting so OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like debates i don't like to speak in front of everyone i don't like i don't like!&lt;br /&gt;ohmygodddd lah can hahahaahhaah :X *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohoooh! i knew how to appreciate some cantonese or hokkien song [I DON'T KNOWWW!] lah!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;zhi ming yi chun jiao&lt;/span&gt;" by the one and only mayday! :D ahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;they so rock can!&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that... i've got only 83 songs by JayChou and like, 110 songs by Mayday in my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite freaked out lah because the No.1 in my heart is starting to shake &lt;em&gt;zzz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAAAAAAT HAAAAAPENED?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, i hate all those people who throw all those &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;unwanted project stuffs&lt;/span&gt; at the back of the classroom and everyone will assume that that's mine and they will, for eg, ask me : "&lt;em&gt;madeline, why is there a ball&lt;/em&gt;?".&lt;br /&gt;like srsly, i don't know how come there's a&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; ball that and &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S NOT MINEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mature okay and don't play small little&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; balls! OKAY OKAY OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;so don't ask anymore if not i stuff that little &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; ball in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. jiayi and i just cleared up and threw away most of the stuffs today, super pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO THERE'S NOT THE GARBAGE BIN LAH FOR GOODNESS SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ONE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPER BIG&lt;/span&gt; ONE OUTSIDE THE CLASSROOM CAN'T YOU ALL OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE?&lt;br /&gt;throw here somemore i go &lt;strong&gt;dig &lt;/strong&gt;your eyeballs out and then feed it to the dogs and then throw the&lt;em&gt; eyeless&lt;/em&gt; you into the dustbin and then starts throwing all those dusty things and fishbones and bones and rotten stuffs! stink you to death, &lt;strong&gt;rawrrrrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly i think i watched too much cartoons. AHHH! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;spongebobby!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay me shall shut up and do maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before that, I CANT LOG IN TO MY ELEARN THING LAH I CANNOT DO SURVEY! why? ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;shin:Dshin:Dshin:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Falling Angels, Flying Souls.&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/8097365-5726407972924193766?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5726407972924193766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=5726407972924193766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5726407972924193766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/5726407972924193766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/rahhh-relink-people-www.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/RgfIm5u2P2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yjKYF7MAks8/s72-c/10258-The-Beautiful-Streets-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8667460236405598028</id><published>2007-03-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:32:06.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am just a burden to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;in that case just let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 bloody more years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh i'm hungry but i dont wanna eat. ]:&lt;br /&gt;i'm just torturing myself, i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8667460236405598028?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8667460236405598028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8667460236405598028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8667460236405598028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8667460236405598028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-just-burden-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8157270477750214216</id><published>2007-03-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:53:18.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive never felt a sense of belonging in the saxophone section before,&lt;br /&gt;but this time round when i tried to turn back and see,&lt;br /&gt;you people seemed even more distant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and things aren't supposed to be in this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so screwed, i felt like breaking the promise but i can't i don't wanna disappoint anyone anymore, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;officially went back to the saxophone section for sectionals today, like after around 9months, and yeah kenneth screamed "Welcome back back madeline" which is really touching [: ah thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel as part of it yet, maybe i've really went away for too long, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like turning back and breaking the promise but derry the evil said its time and he won't let me join him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! I MISS DERRRRY! PEILIN! SHINCHIEH!&lt;br /&gt;just one day and i missed them so extremely much ]:&lt;br /&gt;esp derry! i may not be able to have sectionals with him anymore D:&lt; I DON'T WANTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;but still, thank you derry, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alien loves martian :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh i shant give up easily anymore and disappoint my seniors!&lt;br /&gt; kenneth! chingkit! derry! [:&lt;br /&gt;and yanting i'll be there for you alright, &lt;em&gt;i'll never let you go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh i love drawing robots and aliens and funnaye creatures nowadays i don't know why hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and sissie's birthday is tmr and she found out i've bought final home cds as her b'day presents damn lah its supposed to be a secret. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I DON'T WANT TO CELEBRATE ANYMORE! no fun no fun! boo! ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework! i want &lt;strong&gt;NANA 2&lt;/strong&gt; the movie ahh faster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8157270477750214216?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8157270477750214216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8157270477750214216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8157270477750214216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8157270477750214216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-never-felt-sense-of-belonging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-1022350512877587858</id><published>2007-03-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:49:07.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im like so shiok because i am here, blogging and eating while the others are attending POA remedials! but duh i don't mind having Art remedials even though i draw and shade like kns ]:&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry remedial tmr! hahaha peilin changed timeslot with zhezhang so yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my all my subjects files ytd night! and arranged them lah! [even though i am not sure, havent update content pages and do corrections, but still YAY] and now i've got a file with a drawing inside which looks super chio because of the effect of the file [: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so my latest habit is staring at my file&lt;/span&gt;! sighs i tried to draw something similar like the one in my file but i can't lah, inspirations doesn't come easily ]:&lt;br /&gt;alright maybe that's the reason why i felt so &lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;light &lt;/em&gt;today, even when i slpt at around 0030!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and yisiew got a purse somehow similar to mine! its those purse with just a cute cuddly face! mine is a pig/rabbit/dog [wasnt very sure D:] and her's is an angry face with three strands of hair! like super cute can!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we officially declared them to be husband and wife!&lt;/span&gt; [just like chipmunk and LV doll!]&lt;br /&gt;ive got the picture but i can't find the wire to connect my phone to my computer! boooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid fax besides me in my room keeps on &lt;em&gt;beeping&lt;/em&gt; because it ran out of film and its like nobody else is at home and i don't know how to change the film thing. and somehow the super annoying beeping sound which &lt;em&gt;beeps&lt;/em&gt; like once per 5 seconds disturbed my mood, thinkings and emotions to blog! ]: ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissie's birthday is like tmr's tmr's tmr! ohmygawdddddd! ]: ]:&lt;br /&gt;got her something super nice and is what she longed for a long time and i bet she will cry out when she saw it [okay abit too exagerrating lah :X]&lt;br /&gt;she's a super busy person so i doubt she will read my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;if she does i will ask her to help out with my maths instead, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super troubled recently.&lt;br /&gt;in just 18days is SYF2007 and the seniors are passing out.&lt;br /&gt;super fast, like&lt;em&gt; ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOM&lt;/em&gt;, and there it is, 09 of April.&lt;br /&gt;and yet derry and chingkit are still super super super angry with me and amethyst.&lt;br /&gt;super &lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt; and upset lah, sighs. &lt;strong&gt;what a letdown i am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou kenneth, and sorry kenneth. ]: ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things can't be spoken now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright just wish for the best. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHH, i shall do my english now and then revise my chemistry and then go for a short run later and then do my maths and then sleep!&lt;br /&gt;and if i've got extra time i'll do my socialstudies! [like 3more articles to go, omg D: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me likes no restrictions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-1022350512877587858?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1022350512877587858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=1022350512877587858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1022350512877587858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/1022350512877587858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/helllooooo-haha-im-like-so-shiok.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097365.post-8222004157150249684</id><published>2007-03-18T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:20:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired of rushing homework lah, i don't know how to do!&lt;br /&gt;argh! they all looked so chim and important and i don't know which one to touch first. and i don't wanna die tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shuckkkkkkkkks &lt;/em&gt;]:&lt;br /&gt;holiday is &lt;strong&gt;soooooo&lt;/strong&gt; short!&lt;br /&gt;i havent watch my &lt;strong&gt;bleach&lt;/strong&gt; yet! like super betray my laogong like that omg ]:&lt;br /&gt;and haven't i told you my laogong had a pathetic life with me?&lt;br /&gt;he lost his arm and then later lost himself for the first keychain and later, for the second one, the whole string broke and can't be cure and the third one, he lost his arm AGAIN and the chain keeps going loose.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygawd like super kelian right. dad brought me another keychain which is similar to the second one and i dare not use it because i'm scared he lose his body parts or himself again. really saddening ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;my ichigo laogong D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall post a super cute picture of my laogong to make myself happier! [hello alex its like so cute okay, alot nicer than yours! but both are nice because its ichigo! haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rf1VNOVlfzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fcExeIlpE0s/s1600-h/untitleda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043280843400118066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rf1VNOVlfzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fcExeIlpE0s/s320/untitleda.bmp" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;super hot right! my current msn display picture :DD&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. i cant rmb i stopped until which episode, either 112 or 113 :X&lt;br /&gt;unfaithful. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's school reopening wtf, again with the whole cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;teachers, homework, tests, projects, exams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygawd i like can't wait for Mid Years lah, cos after that its party time! ;D woots!&lt;br /&gt;and its like another 1 and a half months to go? argh.&lt;br /&gt;but first gtta mug first, no more last-minute stuffs, madeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097365-8222004157150249684?l=awakenstreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/feeds/8222004157150249684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097365&amp;postID=8222004157150249684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8222004157150249684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097365/posts/default/8222004157150249684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenstreets.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-tired-of-rushing-homework-lah-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>madeline :D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SzOrrMcNMws/Rf1VNOVlfzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fcExeIlpE0s/s72-c/untitleda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
