<?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-33838024</id><updated>2011-08-31T19:54:39.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favours and Fortunes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-117172309588518034</id><published>2007-02-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:41:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee.</title><content type='html'>I know this isn't the best thing for me to say, in fact it's probably the worst, on the eve of chinese new year. Especially since we just had a reunion dinner during which everyone was supposed to have felt the love, warmth and joy of having all your family members gathered around the same table. But I'll say it anyway, considering how the only warmth I felt came from the steamboat which was obviously, really, really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could just evaporate. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, without fail, you wreck this holiday with your yelling and ordering of people around. Forcing people to do what they really hate to do especially when there's no need to do it. Yet each time, even after you catch our unhappy expressions, you don't seem to care. I don't know why you choose to make us go through this whole nasty ordeal year after year. Does it delight you when you find that I'm not in the festive mood anymore? This way I wouldn't want to go visiting and we could all just stay at home and rot with you, me wishing I was someplace else and you thinking why we're so ungrateful/unhelpful/useless. No, I don't look forward to holidays where you and I both have to stay at home. Be it, CNY, Christmas, my birthday, your birthday. They're all special in the most frustrating ways. I think you're lucky, because no one retorts whenever you insist on your way which is wrong, 99% of the time. Yes, all of us just suffer silently, waiting for the moment to pass, hoping you would just let us off, wishing we didn't have to put up with your temper. And no, I really don't think you've done anything worthy of great respect, unfortunately. I'm sorry I had to state that but how fantastic can I think you are when a 10-year-old doesn't even understand the point of having a reunion dinner and puts out 4 chairs around the dining table instead of 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my aunt was here. Perhaps things would be better. Happy Chinese New Year. I'd just try not to kill anyone during this period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-117172309588518034?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/117172309588518034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=117172309588518034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/117172309588518034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/117172309588518034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2007/02/whee.html' title='whee.'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-117050580369661404</id><published>2007-02-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:28:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-VJ-VJC.</title><content type='html'>Vj's been awesome so far, especially with 07S52. Results'll be realeased come 9th feb. Have said 'I don't want' too many times. I can barely bear the thought of leaving Victoria, can't imagine if it really has to happen. I look forward to school even when I have to squeeze onto buses which can't get anymore packed every morning, even when I return at say, 10 plus on Monday night (oh but that was because of the fantastic dinner with Tracey :D Bak Kut Teh +Ice Kachang = one perfect night :)) ). And even when I don't get enough sleep, I rarely get as cranky as I should have. Anyway, to prove my happy existence, here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG- Iago, Inhilation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/1600/860203/eb25b213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/270645/eb25b213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/352853/eaec8a78.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 07S52- at ThaiPan!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/921235/DSC00520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/929599/the%2520big%2520SCANDALOUS%252052%2520family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JTS at parkway's Swensens. Had a massive phototaking session after dinner :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/33838024-117050580369661404?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/117050580369661404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=117050580369661404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/117050580369661404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/117050580369661404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-vj-vjc.html' title='V-VJ-VJC.'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116729928228554857</id><published>2006-12-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:48:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BLOG CLOSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116729928228554857?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116729928228554857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116729928228554857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116729928228554857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116729928228554857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116672059257134164</id><published>2006-12-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:03:12.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'my girl' marathon</title><content type='html'>spent the past 3 days watching 'my girl' with tracey. I think it was definitely time-killing (you know just coop yourself up in the computer room for 5-6 hours) and a lot, A LOT BETTER than goong. I find goong too draggy. They could spend 15 minutes on the same scene with the leads looking heartbroken. then again, my girl's just another typical korean drama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the male lead's too rich for his own good&lt;br /&gt;2) the female lead's in desperate need of money because of debts incurred by family members/friends&lt;br /&gt;3) so they agree on an arrangement which both of them would benefit from, where the girl pretends to be the guy's gf/wife/family member but not before insisting that it is only temporary, no real feelings would be involved and they would keep it a secret from almost everyone they know&lt;br /&gt;4) then after which, they would squabble all the time and declare that they hate each other's guts&lt;br /&gt;5) usually, there would be a supporting male lead who's almost equally dashing/charming/rich/fantastic and who would fall in love with the female lead as well. he probably doesn't like the way the male lead is treating her so...&lt;br /&gt;6) then as expected, male and female lead fall in love, face a major hurdle but eventually overcome all obstacles and live happily ever after :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day was where we got so involved in the show... hahah :D see, we squeal whenever the male leads look especially good and then sometimes, it got so heartbreaking for us to watch them get their hearts broken... &gt;:/ that tracey had to take my pillow for a squeeze &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116672059257134164?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116672059257134164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116672059257134164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116672059257134164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116672059257134164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-girl-marathon.html' title='&apos;my girl&apos; marathon'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116628683107869762</id><published>2006-12-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:33:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Silent Night</title><content type='html'>It was the perfect concert for a Friday night :)  I loved Christmas today and Hidamari No Uta by the alumni band. It's times like these where I'd tell myself 'I want to be in band again.' Sigh too bad I'm just about the least versatile and hopeless band member around :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't join the classmates for Ben and Jerry's ice cream after the concert because it's was too late. But I had Ban and Jerry's ice cream today! Treat from my mum :) -----&gt; PHISH FOOD! but I doubt I'd pick that flavour again in the future. It's too chocolatey even for a chocolate person like me. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116628683107869762?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116628683107869762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116628683107869762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116628683107869762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116628683107869762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-so-silent-night.html' title='Not So Silent Night'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116616256147644695</id><published>2006-12-15T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:02:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New school 's VJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116616256147644695?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116616256147644695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116616256147644695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116616256147644695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116616256147644695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-school-s-vj.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116585237410082916</id><published>2006-12-11T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:52:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class gathering</title><content type='html'>Had lunch at Seoul Garden! Although there were only 12 of us, it was definitely a vast improvement from the last one. Hahah aiming for 20 for the next one! It was quite hilarious as we looked back at those strange and silly stuff we did last time. And trying to find that last-must-be-very-sad-if-she-knew-no-one-could-recall-who-she-was person was so stressful hahahah. We went to such great lengths to find out who she was too. Oh my. Talked a little about each other's schools. I think we sat there from 12+ to about 4, occasionally staring in horror as Amirah brewed some soup which consisted of ginseng, melted ice cream and egg shells. hahahah. We took neoprints after that. The last time I took neoprints with so many people must have been with the percs. But it went so much better this time round! Took the train with hwee peng and amirah to pasir ris after walking round a bit more. Had Ben and Jerry's ice cream with hp there! ahh strawberry cheesecake! she had some dublin... thing. hahah I tried the new york super fudge chunk too. was a bit too chocolatey, but I'm still very much a chocolate person :) then we walked around the whole mall and found a bench at the top most level,savouring our waffle cone, which wasn't that nice really... aaaye. but it was a happy moment cos ice cream makes me a happy girl! strolled into many shops without buying anything. thankfully though, because I'm darn broke (job! job! job!) I saw this adorable Doraemon for $12.90 or $14.90 I think. Finally left at 7.40. And I didn't buy those cheese sausages. See, this is all part of the money-saving scheme :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116585237410082916?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116585237410082916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116585237410082916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116585237410082916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116585237410082916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/class-gathering.html' title='class gathering'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116577131853463492</id><published>2006-12-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:31:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>Another person died in her sleep recently. It seems that you don't need car accidents or major health problems to lose something precious anymore. And 'lose' seems like the wrong word here. It suggests carelessness, like you lost your wallet in the MRT station or sth. But then again, maybe it's appropriate because very often, we take life for granted. It reminds me of how I should be thankful for each and every day I get in this world. I guess most of the time, I'm really just squandering time, whining, complaining, making rude remarks and leading a somewhat frivolous lifestyle. I've yet to really learn the meaning of hard work, I still scream at cockroaches which only illustrates my lack of um, courage, I find myself at most times, incapable of forgiving and loving, I tend to run away from all problems, I don't confide in other people say, at all? Though I'm trying to pinpoint why. It's not because the person's not trustworthy, it's probably just because I don't want to show that I've got problems, to reveal the extent of my vulnerability. Aaye, I'm also critical and lazy. Hahah. I've yet to travel around the world, I haven't found real passion for anything, I haven't defined what's love and what's being 'in love', I haven't learnt to swim. So yes, I've got plenty more things to do. But I still don't seem to grab hold of opportunities (ahh yes, I'm also timid) and take up challenges. In conclusion, I haven't accomplished anything of lasting value, and I'm using the word 'haven't' and 'yet' here because I hope I actually will one day. I guess the scurrying ants I bent down to observe recently reminded me that time waits for no man. You just have to keep moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116577131853463492?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116577131853463492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116577131853463492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116577131853463492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116577131853463492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116576806651802533</id><published>2006-12-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:27:46.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Primary class gathering tomorrow. Well, I've been warned that it could be embarrassing and awkward but I guess I'll go anyway. Haven't seen certain people for the longest time, I truly wonder what has happened in their lives over the past 4 years. The ups and downs. Although I'm quite sure no one would be willing to spill any unpleasant details unless the problem's been solved already. Something called pride? And that's the way humans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, someone just wasted my time. It's just the way it's always been I guess. And I guess it's a good thing I resolved not to be bothered with such people a long time ago. Though I must say it was silly of me to come to such a realisation only after so much stuff's happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116576806651802533?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116576806651802533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116576806651802533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116576806651802533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116576806651802533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/primary-class-gathering-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116559168058144539</id><published>2006-12-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:28:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging on every word you say;</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can't believe I have a brother you know. Like this ten-year-old boy is actually related to me, wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116559168058144539?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116559168058144539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116559168058144539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116559168058144539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116559168058144539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/hanging-on-every-word-you-say.html' title='hanging on every word you say;'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116557782625867698</id><published>2006-12-08T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:38:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mum: (stares at my bedroom slippers) your slippers are too small for you already. you can give them to --- why is there only one?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh the other one was used to kill a cockroach. that one's waiting for the other cockroach that comes along. so no, i'm not giving them away. they serve a more practical purpose here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116557782625867698?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116557782625867698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116557782625867698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116557782625867698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116557782625867698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/mum-stares-at-my-bedroom-slippers-your.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116557132570767018</id><published>2006-12-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:36:42.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair, dust, hair, dust</title><content type='html'>am supposed to be packing my room but I obviously lack determination otherwise I wouldn't be here. was cleaning out my wardrobe just now. I realised I actually bought culottes and the green house cap. Rahhhhhhh what a tragic waste of money. And I have tons of clothes I don't know what to do about. all they do is make me sneeze. fantastic. Anyway, I was just cleaning that dustbin from the percs when I realised I have no idea what to do with half the things inside. Like what can you do with a glass, a bowl with your name on it... ? but it's okay luh, i'll think of sth. i hope. (it could just go back to the dustbin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116557132570767018?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116557132570767018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116557132570767018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116557132570767018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116557132570767018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/hair-dust-hair-dust.html' title='hair, dust, hair, dust'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116533517307626211</id><published>2006-12-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:12:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src = "&lt;a href=" b="bWM9aGVkZ2Vob2cuc3dmJmNscj0weDQ5YjZjMSZjbj1wb29mJmFuPWNyeXN0YWw"&gt;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9aGVkZ2Vob2cuc3dmJmNscj0weDQ5YjZjMSZjbj1wb29mJmFuPWNyeXN0YWw&lt;/a&gt;="&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;adopt'&gt;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt&lt;/a&gt; your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116533517307626211?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116533517307626211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116533517307626211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116533517307626211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116533517307626211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116524853879593922</id><published>2006-12-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:12:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renting Movies :)</title><content type='html'>So far, I've caught 3 movies with Tracey :)&lt;br /&gt;1) The Lakehouse&lt;br /&gt;2) A Lot Like Love&lt;br /&gt;3)The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lakehouse was nice in a way. fairly unrealistic and a very slow movie but still okay. A Lot Like Love was a torture, though I suppose it was the sappy/sweet/romantic/awwww sort of movie which I would have enjoyed usually. But ahh, I couldn't wait for the movie to end. hahah, we forced ourselves to sit through it till the end ._. yes I know, it was my fault. The Da Vinci Code was the best - intriguing and suspenseful. haahah cringed at all the parts where Silas appeared because if he wasn't hurting other people, he was hurting himself. All too painful to watch, horrifying in fact (grim look) but otherwise, I thought he was really quite good-looking :) thought he looked quite familiar as well and yep, I just realised the actor was Paul Bettany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I think my holidays are beginning to look a bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116524853879593922?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116524853879593922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116524853879593922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116524853879593922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116524853879593922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/renting-movies.html' title='Renting Movies :)'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116516518293837671</id><published>2006-12-04T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:10:13.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes, we're the graduating class of 2006 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/1600/35990/PC030013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/520065/PC030013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 NOV- oh yes, a beautiful night indeed :) Prom was certainly more fun than I had expected it to be, especially after the frustrating preparations (which I guess were supposed to be fun as well). Was awfully hungry by the time we were seated, before the procession, considering how I had no lunch :( So when we could finally EAT, nothing could stop us. hahah, I remember how we tried to swallow a bit more food before we had to move off for the 'going up the stage' part. Took photos with just about everyone I knew and could find :) And there were really delicious cakes. Can't say much for the food though... Anyway, the night was spent at Swissotel. Had an excellent view from the 62nd floor! Here's the proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/209782/PC030093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay i know my photograph doesn't look very impressive. but you could pretend it's pretty anyway :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/945280/PC030126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daytime: the toy cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/735688/PC030116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be us on our night stroll... at 2AM. had uh, supper at macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/116414/PC030133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's sirui, being very happy in that bathrobe, feeling korean-ish. i think i quite enjoy snapping pictures of her. And I think she likes me snapping pictures of her too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/851860/PC030016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorena's very much like Sirui :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/960932/PC030059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey and me during the candle-lighting :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/550790/PC030073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their gowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/382062/PC030047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with angelique, priscilla and tracey.&lt;br /&gt;(can you tell by now that I'm really just picking the photos with more people in it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/326686/PC030112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposed to be against the night scene but uh. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/806561/PC030012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeling was like some greek goddess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/420513/PC030042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one with mabel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/901/3720/320/751088/PC030125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the second day, something that could be on a postcard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/33838024-116516518293837671?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116516518293837671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116516518293837671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116516518293837671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116516518293837671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-yes-were-graduating-class-of-2006.html' title='oh yes, we&apos;re the graduating class of 2006 :)'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116468663540757781</id><published>2006-11-28T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:31:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update! - class chalet and batam</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging, seems like too much of a hassle now. but i shall anyway. the class chalet was really really fun :) &lt;strong&gt;day 1:&lt;/strong&gt; tracey and I took around 4 hours to get to the chalet, 5 to 9. how completely pathetic right. we alighted at a random stop after taking 53, which I NOW KNOW doesn't lead us to the interchange but to changi airport ._. then we took 89 which was supposed to bring us to the interchange, that was until we realised we already overshot and were on our way to hougang ._. ._. crossed the road, took 89 in the opposite direction and we finally reached. i think that was about 7+ ? had to get our shirt and some other stuffs from the shopping centre there. couldn't find the shuttle service when we were finally done. turned out it was right across an open field which was on the opposite side of the mrt station. SO, after confirming with that we were at the right place, we sat there waiting, and waiting, springing up each time a bus arrived, only to be told those weren't our buses and we needed to take the &lt;em&gt;orange&lt;/em&gt; one. okay so that was really kind of that girl. but we eventually discovered that we'd missed the last bus. ._. ._. ._. so we spent the next i-dont-know-how-many minutes waiting for a cab. it seemed as though nothing could go wrong when we finally hailed a cab. he brought us to the costa sands resort ._. ._. ._. ._. where we saw this bus we did not take because it &lt;em&gt;wasn't orange&lt;/em&gt;. thankfully, aloha loyang was just a little further up. (i feel tired just recounting what happened) so basically, we decided to stay over lah. without our school u, our school shoes, our grad gown, shoes, sleeping bag or all the other crap we needed for the stayover that had made us decide not to stayover initially. hahah went for a walk at night. ohyeah i still don't know why we can't walk through the trees or sth? aaye went back, watched some variety show, bathed,... then i think i was just sitting aound, watching joan of arcadia or sth. we slept at around 3+. yup. shared the room with mabel, tracey and kaili. hah but i didn't fall asleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(can I not continue with day 2?) rahh basically &lt;strong&gt;day 2&lt;/strong&gt; consisted of the bbq and the finale for goong. yup. but i wasnt that interested in goong. was a bit too draggy. hahah. food was great :) went to the pool where we played captain's ball in the water. celebrated birthdays in november after that, namely qiyou's, yuting's and fanny's. i thought shaozhe's 'open numbers' act was fantastic. so some of us went to prepare the sparklers and arranged the rocks for the surprise while the rest fooled yuting, making her go around a chair and climb up the bench or sth. im not sure what other silly things did they make her do. must have been hilarious though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3: batam day :) rushed home from the chalet. now i'll begin my whole exciting story about how i could have very well missed the ferry- i decided that since i still had time, it was only proper to take a short nap. 15 minutes, no worries, i woke up :) but there was still time so another 5 minutes would be fine, right? i woke up up later at 10.35, 5 minutes past when i was supposed to meet tracey at serangoon. to think that we were just talking about how this might happen, and it did, awesome. after that, i think i fully understood what was called an adrenaline rush. felt very much like laughing at myself. arrived in about 20minutes. which brings me to when i realised there were what, 6 people going for the trip ._. it gets even better, because 2 people weren't even staying over and only 6-2=4 people would be left by the second day. because of this i had to pretend i was deaf and give this 'i'm very engrossed in this television programme/commercial and you shouldn't talk to me now' look each time my mum asked me around how many people went for the trip. as you can tell, 'around' suggests that she was waiting for merely an estimation of the number of people who turned up and did not expect me to give her an accurate number. therefore, i wasn't at all prepared to let her know that she would be able to count as well as i was able for the number of people on the second day, with one hand somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just summarise the trip now into a few words: &lt;em&gt;ferry :) shopping :) dinner :) hotel :) pool :) breakfast :) scrabble :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures! 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- class chalet and batam'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116395301612888115</id><published>2006-11-19T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:16:56.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all good now</title><content type='html'>just had a realy long shower. it's 11.31pm now. here's a quick update on what i've been doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up bright but not so early at 12 noon. yup im a pig, just making up for the lost times when I haven't been one. but actually, i think i've been one all along lah. rolling about in my pigsty (yup haven't cleared my room at all) ate what was meant for breakfast in front of the teevee. heh i watched one tree hill and the afternoon movie. i think it was adventures of babysitting or something, starring elisabeth shue. hmm. had lunch after that which was great, with pizza, soup and salad :) theeeeennnnnnn, headed off to my grandmother's house where i went out for a while to look for shoes. stupid idea because punggol plaza can be considered one of the most boring places on earth with a disgustingly strong smell of bad pandan cake. returned to my grandmother's house empty-handed. fell asleep then woke up to watch cow belles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awfully boring day yes. but tomorrow begins a new week almost fully-packed with fun-filled activites =) yep, i'll be armed with my camera, my crocs and kodomo toothpaste :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116395301612888115?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116395301612888115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116395301612888115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116395301612888115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116395301612888115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-good-now.html' title='all good now'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116392264221870441</id><published>2006-11-19T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:50:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday!</title><content type='html'>finally, my holiday has begun :)&lt;br /&gt;so, friday was spent at vivocity with tracey. hahah didnt do much except for walking around in circles cos we couldn't find secret recipe. hmm but lunch was fine (; and we had ben and jerry's phish food in our sundae! then, we decided that amk central should have the crocs we wanted so we headed there. walked round and round again. thankfully, we found our crocs :) got white onces for myself :D tracey got the blue ones. ahhh how typical of her, hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was the die-die-must-get-gown day. so i finally bought my gown. its like a huge burden lifted. met tracey at bishan after that. only to find that bishan didn't have what we hoped to get -_- brrr so we hopped onto the mrt to get to town. she got her pretty heels at tangs after much trying on. umm then we went to plaza sing. we always visit that place quite spontaneously. hahah. aaye walked around a bit more. reached home at around 8/9. could barely move my feet already. went to bed at 12 without my blanket, my pillow or my bolster. hahah couldn't find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am too lazy to post pictures or blog properly as you can tell (: i do the most rubbishy things lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116392264221870441?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116392264221870441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116392264221870441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116392264221870441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116392264221870441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday.html' title='holiday!'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116308357084156413</id><published>2006-11-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:46:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EL paper was horrible for me. Bio too. Humans also. I think every paper was less than satisfying really. I hope all my markers receive either happy marriage proposals or win the lottery before they mark my papers, so that their minds would be filled with nothing else but faith, hope, love and joy, and that they'd want to fill me with faith, hope, love and joy as well. OTHERWISE AH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116308357084156413?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116308357084156413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116308357084156413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116308357084156413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116308357084156413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-paper-was-horrible-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116246546717616279</id><published>2006-11-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:04:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Am feeling down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116246546717616279?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116246546717616279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116246546717616279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116246546717616279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116246546717616279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116228329901134291</id><published>2006-10-31T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:28:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(   &gt;:/    &gt;:)      &gt;:^%!$@#*@</title><content type='html'>hello. in the midst of Os now. i guess a part of me still cannot really believe that my Os are finally here. it's as though i don't know that all my results are gna appear on this certficate which is gna follow me around for quite a while. reckon i've become too complacent after prelims, so much so that i face extreme difficulty in making myself study. oh crap. so, higher chinese was screwed and all my practicals have been the most unhappy experiences so far. okay i hope they're the most and that it won't get worse? rahh. hahah im just rambling on. actually im not really sure whether id actually enjoy post Os anymore. i guess the feeling isnt there anymore. maybe all the things i wanted to do before  just seem silly all of a sudden. because now im actually asking myself 'exactly why do you want to do that when things are like that?' but ahhhhhh forgive me? cause i dont think im feeling alright at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i'll still try to study hard in the very best way. like what mrs tian said, it's only 3 weeks. 3 weeks i wouldn't want to spend slacking, sleeping, stoning, not thinking and basically just being lazy only to regret next time. ooh pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so it's probably gna rain anytime now. may today be a rainy and productive day where i'll be able to forget all the unpleasant people, the unhappy stuffs, the anger, the regrets, be unassuming, pray that i won't ever be like them and ignore all the rest of the shit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and have anyone got $13,000 to spare? i wanna travel around the world in 23 days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************* The Airtours 'Around the World' package holiday in an Airbus 330 - 23 days&lt;br /&gt;Depart Manchester Airport to New York on February 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;New York - Two nights Staying at hotels close to Central Park, Fifth Avenue, Broadway, Chinatown and Little Italy. Optional excursions include City Tours by day and by night.&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas - Nights 3&amp;4 Entertainment capital of the world. Access to the world’s most outrageous casinos and world-class cabaret - the likes of Celine Dion and Elton John. Alternatively take a trip to the breathtaking Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii - Nights 5&amp;amp;6 Two nights on the paradise island. Stroll along the world-famous Waikiki beach, explore the history of Honolulu or dance the night away at a traditional 'luau' beach party. Optional excursions include a tour of PearlHarbour.&lt;br /&gt;Night seven - travelling.&lt;br /&gt;Sydney -Nights 8-10 Enjoy one of the most glamorous cities on earth and enjoy the views of the iconic Opera House and Harbour Bridge. Excursions include a private evening dinner cruise around Darling Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;Borneo - Nights 11-12 Visit the tropical paradise resort of Kato Kinabalu, a tranquil beach oasis. Excursions include a visit to the world-famous Sepilok orang-utan sanctuary in Sandakan.&lt;br /&gt;Beijing - Nights 13-14 The capital of China since the thirteenth century - a remarkable mix of ancient and modern. Excursions include a trip to the Great Wall of China, Tiananmen Square and Forbidden City.&lt;br /&gt;Agra(Delhi) - Night 15 Agra is synonymous with the Taj Mahal, one of the wonders of the world. Excursions include a private charter train from Agra to Delhi and visits to the Taj Mahal and Agra Fort.&lt;br /&gt;Dubai - Nights 16-18 Awe inspiring architecture, stunning beaches, and spice markets. Excursions include a desert jeep safari and traditional Bedouin dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Cape Town - Nights 19-20 Nestling beneath magnificent Table Mountain, Cape Townis a city of true natural beauty. Roam the breathtaking Cape Peninsula and visit the remarkable Robben Island where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;Excursions include a half day visit to Table Mountain, followed by a city tour. Further optional trips include the winelands and Cape Point.&lt;br /&gt;Cairo - Nights 21-22 The mesmeric city of Cairo combines cultural and traditional attractions such as souks and bazaars with modern entertainment and nightlife opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Excursions include a full day trip to the Pyramids, a city tour and a Nile evening dinner cruise.&lt;br /&gt;Manchester - Night 23. Home again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;oh man, bring me along, bring me along! isn't the airbus the largest aircraft or sth. hahah i think it's from egeog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;okay be productive crystal! go go jiayou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116228329901134291?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116228329901134291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116228329901134291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116228329901134291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116228329901134291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_31.html' title='&gt;:(   &gt;:/    &gt;:)      &gt;:^%!$@#*@'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116153366292447183</id><published>2006-10-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:14:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all in this together</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're all in this together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When we reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We can fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We can make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're all in this together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once we see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There's a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And we take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(screams)&lt;br /&gt;i need to be more serious ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;stop daydreaming crystal&lt;br /&gt;your books/tys/notes are your new best friends&lt;br /&gt;get to know them inside out, smile at them when you see them, spend every waking hour with them and yearn for even more time with them,&lt;br /&gt;then ditch them after the exams!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116153366292447183?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116153366292447183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116153366292447183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116153366292447183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116153366292447183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-all-in-this-together.html' title='We&apos;re all in this together'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116135993275614746</id><published>2006-10-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:51:20.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200011.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been super corny, silly and high, with our horrible drawings (remember the astar girl? actually there was another one, astar guy, he looks tragic too + the ugly man with the hooked nose, my work of art!)),dumb jokes, and inability to concentrate. i know shaozhe said almost every other day that i'm always slacking at home which is quite sadly, true to a large extent :( and she always made me feel guilty for like, never more than 10 minutes, because by the next day id be slacking all over agn. i still remember kaili's doraemon joke which made me laugh pretty hard :D and her getting quite high during english lessons and coming up with rubbishy ideas for some letter thing like 'have a heart' and 'let's have hearts'?? oh and there was this math lesson when we started calling each other stupid. umm im trying to think of a time when we were really paying attention and not doing rubbishy things but i've got a feeling that's how we spent most of the 10 days because nothing comes to mind, except for geog/ss lessons where we don't really have a lot of choice yknw. i guess the best part was viciously ruining the astar yearbook. ahh the picture of that girl's too scary. oh yes, there's the calculator game too, qiyou has the fastest finger :) i come in a close second alright, and shaozhe cannot make it (i dont think she's coming online, she said she wont be using the internet until os are over, so i will reiterate my point, she's too slow for the competition :) ) ahahh, just wanted put down all these. i can't believe we're never ever gonna have those boring/sleep-inducing/perfect-for-not-listening-and-doing-your-own-stuff aka chinese/funny lessons in the 4d classroom again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200053.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can't believe they're gna change this sign some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the day started off with shaozhe being -ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; schedule board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; allyssa, me, tracey, qiyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she didn't want us to take pictures hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will miss the canteen with ultra colourful walls~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (top) sirui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(bottom) me, shaozhe, tracey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; miss tan says this isn't the haze, it's melbourne in the morning X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, phy, tracey - 4 years in diligence tgt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; lorena who's taller than me, uh, trying to be anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there's a high price to pay if you want to take a picture with sirui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; extreme makeover by shaozhe. old man ---&gt; charming guy, professional work! hahahah poor guy's a scientific guru. but of course, he's not as pitiful as the next one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we totally destroyed her :p if she was ever happy to be the cover girl for astar's yearbook, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tracey and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mrs ong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fishy being silly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200108.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal &lt;3! href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200058.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;introducing supermodel foo si rui!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahah it started off with her wanting me to take pictures for her and soon almost everyone was clamouring to get a shot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fishy and trainer- i don't know what happened to the camera, but qiyou's literally, BRIGHT and we're like dim(-witted) -_- blahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mieoteng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outside 4dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isabel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yuting!, that's tracey cleaning the board, it looks as though she did it very quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; andrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA200011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the people i sat with for the last 10 days :) qiyou, shaozhe and kaili :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we've been super corny, silly and high, with our horrible drawings (remember the astar girl? actually there was another astar guy, he looks tragic too), and dumb jokes. i still remeber kaili's doraemon one which left me laughing for quite some time :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll honestly miss st. nicks terribly. but for now, i'll try to concentrate on the big Os. go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116134954188443816?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116134954188443816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116134954188443816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116134954188443816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116134954188443816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-of-lessons-in-st-nicks.html' title='last day of lessons in st nicks'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116092903200446426</id><published>2006-10-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:27:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA150001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA150001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at my desk. proof that exams are coming again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/1600/PA150002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/320/PA150002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this stack of books have been there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug mug mug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116092903200446426?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116092903200446426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116092903200446426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116092903200446426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116092903200446426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/mug.html' title='mug'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116032808792325671</id><published>2006-10-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:21:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>"Honestly, I hope that I can be your best friend for the rest of my life"&lt;br /&gt;that sounds crazy, I know. I found that in an old christmas card when I ransacked my drawer about 30 minutes ago. (yup wasting time once again in the midst of doing lit homework) I bet I didn't think my friend was nuts when I read that 7 years ago. It must have sounded completely possible. Because at primary 3, your best friend was just someone who went to recess with you, sat with you in class and partnered for like, every single activity. So of course we wished we could do that forever right. (by the way, she was a really really nice person hahah) But it didn't take 7 years for us to stop talking. I think the second the new school year started, I'd forgotten all about my primary 3 best friend, it was time to look for my primary 4 best friend (blame it on the school system for streaming us before the actual streaming). maybe it was my fault too, afterall she wrote on the card for me to reply asap and obviously, i never did. don't ask why, i have no idea. Anyway, besides that card, I found many other random notes and autographs where people signed off with 'friends forever' and 'you'll always be my best friend." Hahah and not surprisingly I have no idea where all these people are right now. I'm not sure if it's a sad or silly thing because I highly doubt that these people are still the same after so many years and we'd actually still want to do stuff together. In fact, I'm quite sure we won't want to (at least i don't want to). even your primary six classmates aren't that easy to talk to anymore. It's difficult to keep in touch when you go separate ways and stop seeing each other on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so what happened to us? No one seems to have a best friend anymore. Maybe it's easier that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116032808792325671?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116032808792325671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116032808792325671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116032808792325671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116032808792325671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116031516785397642</id><published>2006-10-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:46:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much, just bumming around. I think I spent most of today sleeping (oh yes, my life's real exciting and unpredictable) doesn't help that o levels are coming in I-don't-even-want-to-know-how-many days and this time it's not enough to get 75%, but probably &gt;80% on the stupid papers. and obviously as mentioned above, I'm being completely unproductive so uh, it feels as though 20 years from now i'll still be bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how some people are so... urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116031516785397642?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116031516785397642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116031516785397642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116031516785397642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116031516785397642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-much-just-bumming-around.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-116006071472849431</id><published>2006-10-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:12:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to being a robot</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have like Social Studies homework and a complaint letter to complete before 10.30am comes around. Yep, it's time for more more MORE work because Os are a mere 20 odd days away. And I seriously need to work hard. While I don't deny that I'm relatively happy with my results, I don't want to be remembered by the teachers as some weird ass whom they'll probably suspect got complacent and didn't perform at Os like how she did for her prelims. Furthermore, my results really aren't that great as they appear, because I only barely managed to scrape an A for English (and I know for certain I screwed up my o level oral worse than my prelim one), still didnt get an a1 despite doing almost every single qn in the chem tys, couldn't make it for physics, don't really know how I got an A for combined humanities (I swear I'm not lying about how I panicked during the paper, not to mention it being my only A in the past 2 years, so I'm not safe at all), and my lit just plain sucks which according to a teacher, equals life :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, even with the crazy homework, I'll say that school was fun today because it started late morning. Meaning that we can sleep in, go to school a little later, having just enough time to finish breakfast and a packet of milo (which didn't taste very nice), have lessons which were okay (because we only have about 10 days of lessons left), jog in the evening commenting that it's really nice to start school later and it feels as though we're at camp/boarding school, then reach home at 5 + where it's too late to take a nap so you make yourself do more work, spend your entire night trying to complete your work while convincing yourself that you can actually stay up later because you get to sleep in the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I seriously need to get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-116006071472849431?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116006071472849431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=116006071472849431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116006071472849431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/116006071472849431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-being-robot.html' title='back to being a robot'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115980089413740939</id><published>2006-10-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:54:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainy</title><content type='html'>I hope to be more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/3720/200/missbrainy.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;during Os. Yippee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115980089413740939?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115980089413740939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115980089413740939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115980089413740939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115980089413740939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/brainy.html' title='Brainy'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115980000527172687</id><published>2006-10-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:01:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry Chemistry Ahhhh</title><content type='html'>"No. Being a grown-up. All through your childhood you can't wait for the day you hit eigheen. You tell yourself that as soon as you're officially an adult you can stay out as late as you like, with whoever you like, and go out morning to do whatever you want to do all day. Like eat sweets and play Nintendo. Except that it doesn't happen. You don't often find vacancies for filmstars and poets in the Evening Standard, so you end up getting a boring job like yours and mine to pay the rent, which means that you can't stay out late because you've got to be presentable for work in the morning. No wonder people were always telling me that schooldays are the best of your life."&lt;br /&gt;Chris Manby's &lt;em&gt;Lizzie Jordan's Secret Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115980000527172687?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115980000527172687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115980000527172687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115980000527172687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115980000527172687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/10/chemistry-chemistry-ahhhh.html' title='Chemistry Chemistry Ahhhh'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115954613481201735</id><published>2006-09-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:08:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're always, a day away.</title><content type='html'>Class BBQ tmrw! After it, I reckon it'll be time to get down to serious studying for the Os :( , back to the my-head's-gonna-burst, rahh-i-don't-think-this-is-working mugging. My table would be strewn with pens, markers and highlighters which I wouldn't bother putting the cap back on, and stack after stack of papers would probably try to push each other out of the way. Oh man, not to mention how I've already forgotten all those math formulas, org chem cataysts and processes, the Haber/Contact process, definitions in Bio and everything else I struggled to remember. It'll be like going back to square One. So much for those notes. Right. Life in the past few days can be summarised in just a few words, words like &lt;em&gt;sleeping&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;more sleeping&lt;/em&gt;. I don't understand why I'm so tired alright. I'm not even using my head or anything. Look at my table lah, all my textbooks and notes have been shoved to the two furthest sides, my pencil case's like permanently zipped, all that's in the middle is the candle from tracey, scandal's letter, yeeling's autograph book, the gossipgirl novel and my tube of Frutips. Why do I feel so mentally and physically drained! Ah, maybe those jc talks are making me more stressed than I think I am. Or maybe it's just because I'm lazy and love to sleep. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115954613481201735?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115954613481201735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115954613481201735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115954613481201735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115954613481201735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-always-day-away.html' title='You&apos;re always, a day away.'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115936944762870432</id><published>2006-09-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:04:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 years</title><content type='html'>15 there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to lose&lt;br /&gt;15, there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you &lt;em&gt;only got 100 years to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115936944762870432?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115936944762870432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115936944762870432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115936944762870432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115936944762870432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-years.html' title='100 years'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115936746547114963</id><published>2006-09-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:40:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection, a closure.</title><content type='html'>So we had our first post-prelim programme today. We had a reflection amd basically it wasn't very different from the one we had in february (which I thought was actually last yr) especially the songs we sang -_- But overall, it was fantastic :) went around hugging all the people you've got to know over the years and the people you thought you'd never speak to again, just saying thank you and sorry. Then mrs koh talked to us and I really felt like crying then, because it's all gonna be over soon. Actually, what I'm really sorry for would be how I'd never really got down to knowing everyone in the class. I wish we could have more time together but I guess it's just like this, and all there is left to do now would be to enjoy each other's company in the remaining weeks. I'm thankful for 4D and the great bunch of teachers we have, not forgetting mrs goh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, I &lt;3 4D + Mrs Koh, and I believe I'll miss st. nicks like crazy in just a few mths time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading this book I got from the library just now. It's extremely easy to read hahah with big words and nice simple sentences. But it's sweet and I love the story :) especially since it mentions ben and jerry's ice cream, and my favourite (because it's the only one i'd ever tried) flavour - cookie dough. hahahah. or maybe it's because I just like the guy in the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, you advised me to "straighten up. Let the world know you care."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I told you to "loosen up. Let the world know you don't care."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115936746547114963?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115936746547114963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115936746547114963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115936746547114963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115936746547114963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/reflection-closure.html' title='Reflection, a closure.'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115927730157243930</id><published>2006-09-26T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:42:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over! (yet not quite) + Candy Empire!</title><content type='html'>Last day of Prelims! Whoa can't believe it's officially over. Like yknw, its &lt;em&gt;prelims&lt;/em&gt;, a pretty major then again, maybe not so major part of your secondary school life. I hope they aren't giving back papers anytime soon because I can't deal with it right now  &gt;:( Anyway, went to the library after that (I know this sounds rather uh, lame but it's only because I was waiting for &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; and her soccer to end lah -_- So I was there, in the library, feeling awkward because I was the only sec 4 around, at the same time giving other people the impression that the library was my ultimate choice of destination the minute my prelims were over, and as though I could barely stay away from the (pathetic) collection of books our library holds. Rahh but I did manage to find a pretty nice book and a nice comfy seat :) Was trying to stay awake, but could barely? Hahah see, I did spend a considerable amount of energy on those horrible math qns &gt;:/ Okay, so finally they were done and we had lunch and all I can remember from lunch is Shaozhe with her vinegar/facial foam/lor mee theory :D, Shaozhe, Tracey and Joyce going up to our Chinese teacher to ask about our Chinese paper, how I was told that Joyce misheard her "enjoy yourself" as "total excel" (?????) and I don't think there's anything else...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee then later, shaozhe, tracey, sijia and I proceeded to Candy Empire :)) (oh yeah, after receiving some very misleading information about Candy Empire being in Changi (???), I think we should all be thankful that we ended up in the right place -_-) Felt like a tourist on my way there! It's a nice feeling :D and quite pathetic because you know it's because you're deprived of overseas trips :/ Then, then we finally reached! Ahhhh everyone should go look at the chocolates/sweets/biscuits/chips they have there!! I wanted to buy almost every single thing. They had such different types of candy and chocolate, especially the liquor one that sijia eventually bought for her friend. Hahah we spent I think one full hour there, just walking in circles and showing each other stuff. And then we got kinda high and rubbishy, especially sijia who thought she heard tracey say she was afraid of being too sweet for someone-who-cannot-be-mentioned-here. Hahahah and then later we all got tempted by this shit-look-alike chocolate that tracey claimed was really really nice because her aunt bought it for her from switz before. It was a $3.50 piece of shit okay! So after some serious consideration, we decided that tracey would buy it, and we would later try it for ourselves. Thank goodness for that decision because tracey discovered it wasn't the same shit chocolate she thought it was hahahah. Basically we were thankful that we didn't all end up buying the same thing, especially because sijia and I realised it tasted like one particular type of merci chocolate we always avoided. Rahh. An expensive mistake &gt;:/ Hmmm, but I haven't mentioned my really really nice cookie dough kit kat. Hahah I was the only one who bought it for myself and both of them looked on with uh, I don't know, regret? envy? Ho, so much so that we had to walk back into Candy Empire, feeling sufficiently stupid and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, shaozhe left to meet her mum halfway. hahah and I think she was quite bored with us not being able to make up our minds :D)&lt;br /&gt;And later, we made another seriously dumb mistake when going home. Had intended to take the shuttle back to city hall, then we realised that there was 56, a straight bus back to bishan so we hurriedly walked towards the bus stop, only to miss the bus. So we waited, and waited, and when 56 finally came, we realised that we were at the terminal stop -_- so sijia said sth like, we only need to get to the other side and she knows where the bus stop is (???) Right lah, we spent the next 40+ minutes walking around marina square, trying to find an escalator or sth, I wasn't sure, and had to give all the nice shops we saw a miss because she was rushing us to find the stupid escalator &gt;:( the best part is that we didn't even take 56 in the end because we couldn't find the bus stop. rahh. We just found ourselves in front of this escalator leading to the mrt station and it was so annoying. Hahahah so basically, I was out with two very silly people who both committed time-wasting mistakes. First being tracey who bought the wrong chocolate after the ultra long time we spent in candy empire, and second being sijia who led us to uh, nowhere and caused us all to have aching feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, today was a pretty fun day alright :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115927730157243930?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115927730157243930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115927730157243930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115927730157243930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115927730157243930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/over-yet-not-quite-candy-empire.html' title='Over! (yet not quite) + Candy Empire!'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115917418316933036</id><published>2006-09-25T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:49:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Drama Serials</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All we are is all so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You're falling back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The star that I can't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Somewhere out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent today's lunchtime talking about the lousy plots channel 8 has been coming up with, the pathetic movies channel 5 offers nowadays and reminsced about the old days when there were awesome serials with good acting and touching storylines. Rahh I wish they would just stop with all those weird dramas and repeat &lt;em&gt;dou fu jie, he ping de dai jia, bu lao chuan shuo, dong you ji, fu man ren jian,&lt;/em&gt; the sea gull show (i don't know the name), and this other show which tracey claims is called &lt;em&gt;wu ya de chuan shuo&lt;/em&gt; (HAHAHAH) at primetime. Wheee and many many more really, too many&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;suppose, all before TCS became mediacorp and we were still watching people like xie shao guag instead of the more recent, inexperienced and horrible actors and actresses. Gawd I feel ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just one more paper to go. I can't help but be reminded of all those papers I screwed up!!!! (slowly fades away) I hope they don't give it back anytime sooooooooonnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115917418316933036?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115917418316933036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115917418316933036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115917418316933036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115917418316933036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/lousy-drama-serials.html' title='Lousy Drama Serials'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115902365147469430</id><published>2006-09-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:07:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddy Day</title><content type='html'>Okay... I don't think chewing on candy after brushing my teeth is a good idea but I did it anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;I love Frutips you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the most relaxing day ever! Tracey came over, hahah and we watched My Sassy Girl, played with my uh, toyhouse, and walked to this park near my house where we played on the sesaw, this rocking thing, and got all tangled up in the spider web :D I wished I lived nearer to that park. Aaaye Renette's lucky! Anyway, there were 2 really scary dogs who barked so loudly at us as we walked past that we jumped. So much for me thinking that dogs were cute after watching Life Is Ruff on Disney this morning. Rahh. Okay! These sentences sum up my day. Obviously, I wasn't at all productive -_- and guess what, prelims arent over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When you come back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If you land on your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I hope you find a way to make it back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When you come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Don't have to be alone with what you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115902365147469430?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115902365147469430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115902365147469430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115902365147469430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115902365147469430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/kiddy-day.html' title='Kiddy Day'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115892776819424297</id><published>2006-09-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:22:48.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile is a whisper of a laugh.</title><content type='html'>From a comedian's appearance on THE TONIGHT SHOW:&lt;br /&gt;Some schools don't give tests in grade school anymore. According to some educators, tests would put to much pressure on kids, cause them to fail, and scar them for life. All they teach in grade school now is self-esteem. 10, 15 years from now we're going to have an entire generation of young leaders who don't know anything, but feel very good about themselves.-8.08.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Changing Times:Adolescence is a period of rapid changes. Between the ages of 12 and 17, for example, a parent ages 20 years.-5.15.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115892776819424297?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115892776819424297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115892776819424297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115892776819424297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115892776819424297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/smile-is-whisper-of-laugh.html' title='A smile is a whisper of a laugh.'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115892484268649600</id><published>2006-09-22T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:34:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>5 Reasons for feeling Lousy:&lt;br /&gt;1) Physics practical was shit :( :( :( :( :( !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) No one's gonna be home (Cruising happily while I stay at home because my books give me a sense of security -_-)&lt;br /&gt;3) I just realised there's school on Wednesday! (no break after prelims and what if we're getting back papers! i'll just be... down :(  so much for post-prelims plans)&lt;br /&gt;4) Having dinner all alone. Guess it's me and the TV again. I've picked Charmed as my date.&lt;br /&gt;5) Wondering if it's at all possible to get to a decent JC for the first month :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Cheaper By The Dozen just now. The part where Mark runs away followed by the reunion always makes me wanna cry. (Because his brothers and sisters were teasing him and basically he felt that no one cared about him, uh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0808559/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Yeah, without you, we wouldn't be the twelve Bakers anymore. We'd be, [looks real serious] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0808559/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Eleven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115892484268649600?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115892484268649600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115892484268649600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115892484268649600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115892484268649600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_22.html' title=':('/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115883471723065867</id><published>2006-09-21T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:31:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over.</title><content type='html'>SS and Emath paper today! Well, I barely studied for emath so I would say the paper was fairly decent and I really really hope for an A1. AHHH and then SS was crap. Oh my I was just plain desperate considering how I studied but could barely remember anything from housing :( so I hope the markers give me marks for all those made-up facts. I just pulled random words from my memory and constructed sentences that were almost completely different from what was written in the textbook :((( I hope it wasn't complete rubbish. and I guess I should be thankful because it could have been a lot a lot worse because the SS teachers are darn strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Tracey and I caught John Tucker Must Die! It's super funny, everyone should watch it :D but I shan't say much cos I'm feeling guilty already hahahah. Prelims aren't over yet yknw. Rahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115883471723065867?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115883471723065867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115883471723065867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115883471723065867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115883471723065867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/almost-over.html' title='Almost over.'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115864871295394664</id><published>2006-09-19T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:51:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's a Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday-----&gt; a.(u.t.b).k.a. (Also Used To be Known As) band day! At this time of last year, CCA must have stood down already for us to prepare for our exams. I can't really remember the stuff I said at that time but I must have been pretty delighted. Right now, Tracey and I can make pretty callous comments like "CCA stand down already arh? I hope not. ", "Did they have band prac during the September holidays? I hope they did" . Oh my, aren't we awful :p But I suppose nothing can compare to the horrible pratices we had. The constant scoldings and frustration (like who cared about her being frustrated, we were equally frustrated that we couldn't leave early or go late!). But I suppose I was right, all those unhappy moments have passed like they were supposed to eventually, and 4 years of band practices have become nothing but memories, bittersweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've pretty much forgotten the exact feelings of dread, annoyance, fear or stress. I've also forgotten what it felt like to talk, okay more like complain, and to think about band, longing for POP day to arrive asap. Now that it's all over, everything feels pretty much like nothing. Of course, I don't think I'll ever forget the times we tried to spy at our uh, spying tower, the stuff we wrote in our diaries in our attempts to make the situation better or funnier (like, "Every Tuesday is a Ben and Jerry's day!", the large amounts of time we spent wondering if we should actually go for band prac (until Tracey's resolution was to stop thinking/talking about band during lesson time) , the insults we pelted at the useless, pathetic, hopeless, disgusting and unbelievable (though I think he eventually made me believe in the most impossible of ridiculous ideas) potato and his big boss, the scary and uh, unloved.(okay let's add impressive lah) (and actually, I don't really consider them insults, they're more like bare facts which makes the situation all the more upsetting because it's just so sad that there are people like that in the world). Happier times would include the jolts of happiness and tremendous relief whenever our prayers were answered and we realised she wasn't gonna come. whoa, not even a well-done test can beat that feeling. It's like, pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115864871295394664?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115864871295394664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115864871295394664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115864871295394664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115864871295394664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-tuesday.html' title='Today&apos;s a Tuesday!'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115855906648311658</id><published>2006-09-18T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:59:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse: Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm finding my way back to sanity again&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't really know what&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do when I get there&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Spin around one more time&lt;br /&gt;And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I am hanging on every word you say&lt;br /&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;That's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want nothing more than to&lt;br /&gt;Sit outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Where I wanna be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am looking past the shadows&lt;br /&gt;In my mind into the truth and&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to identify&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;God, which one is you&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel one more time&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;And break these calluses off of me&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I am hanging on every word you say&lt;br /&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;br /&gt;That's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want nothing more than to sit&lt;br /&gt;Outside your door and listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be, yeah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;Bet you're tired of me, waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the scraps to fall&lt;br /&gt;Off of your table to the ground&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want to be here now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I am hanging on every word you're sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's alright, alright with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than to sit outside Heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;And listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;It's where I wanna be, yeah...(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Where I wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;Where I wanna be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper today. It was a completely horrifying experience. If I knew the transformer was gonna come out as a rectangular box with a word 'transformer' inside it, I probably wouldn't even have tried to study. Obviously, the rest of the paper was just a big flop :( Full marks for practical wouldn't save me. Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, everyone's gonna be on a cruise this weekend, leaving me all alone at home, mugging pitifully for my miserable prelims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115855906648311658?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115855906648311658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115855906648311658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115855906648311658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115855906648311658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifehouse-breathing.html' title='Lifehouse: Breathing'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115832123106196986</id><published>2006-09-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:53:51.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of prelims</title><content type='html'>Prelims have been pretty screwed so far. My Amath paper was tragic and uh, my humans were just screwed. I'll just pray hard that there'll be a miracle, and that next week's papers can rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(breathe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115832123106196986?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115832123106196986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115832123106196986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115832123106196986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115832123106196986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-midst-of-prelims.html' title='In the midst of prelims'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115832102010625307</id><published>2006-09-15T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:50:45.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eecdb5;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life.&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is likely to be filled with great successes and accomplishments. You just need to figure out how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Inside&lt;/a&gt; the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115832102010625307?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115832102010625307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115832102010625307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115832102010625307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115832102010625307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-your-soul-really-looks-likeyou.html' title=''/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838024.post-115737467633163601</id><published>2006-09-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:57:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEEEG PLANS</title><content type='html'>This is like the most rubbishy thing to do in the list of rubbishy things to do when you're in the midst of preparing for what most people would consider relatively&lt;em&gt; major&lt;/em&gt; exams -type blogger.com, spend forever trying to come up with a lousy display name, and start listing your after exams plans. usually, people &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt; their blogs when the exams are nearing &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it impossible to concentrate for longer than an hour without having my mind wandering off and getting hopelessly lost in my post exam plans. So, instead of getting constantly distracted, I've decided to get it all out of my head, and then hope and pray that i'll stop thinking about it. (No doubt wasting more time in the process)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Places to go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;J8, like I don't go there a lot already but I figured it must feel quite different if I walk in knowing that I could stay there for as long as I want. Not that it's a particularly exciting place though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Town? Hahah can't remember when was the last time I went there but it must be quite recent (hah) was getting POP presents with tracey, or at least we were supposed to. We kinda left the place with only presents for ourselves -_- which we have yet to exchange -_-"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ZOOOOOOOO! even with all the smelly animals under the blazing sun, I'm SURE it'll be pretty fun :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sentosa, more specifically the beach. I know I havent been there in almost a whole year. wheee the sun, sand and sea &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IKEA, for more meatballlllllllllllls! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kino and Borders, it feels nice to walk through these places :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the library? hahahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) EATING PLACES &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swensens :D fish and chips, baked rice, apple/banana crumble, ice creeeaaaaammmmmmm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sakae, could sit there for a full 3 hours, getting all bloated and happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marche&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thai Express&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delifrance (at Sentosa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some restaurant with a buffet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haagen Dazs, hahah or maybe not, -thinks of fondue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;explore new eating places, just like how &lt;em&gt;warm-blooded animals can exploit and colonize many areas with different climatic conditions. and how they continue to feed throughout the year and do not need to hibernate. Warm-blooded animals remain active throughout the day amd also thoughout the year, irrespective of the environmental temperature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Things to do at home:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;teeveeee, I could sit and stare at it for the whole day! I'm drawn to it, there's this &lt;em&gt;connection&lt;/em&gt; hahahah with all the movies on HBO and obviously, channel 55 deserves special mention. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie marathon + sleepover with tracey. We're gonna rent/borrow tons of movies, korean dramas to watch (aaaand this is how I try to convince myself not to watch my lovely samsoon and full house day after day, night after night). AND then enjoy nice walks and meals and games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidy up my room. By this, I mean to dump all my books and notes into one large trash bag, after which transporting them to some other room where they'll be out of my sight and stop being an eyesore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd probably have tons of time to make notes and card (Christmas!) hahahah oh and buy Christmas presents (most of which would probably be for myself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll about in bed all morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download Sims, where I get to spend my whole day screwing up other people's life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play super boring games, just because I can :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;irritate my brother, because I love seeing him stomp around with a fake angry look on his face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;okay then maybe i'll play with him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had this crazy idea of borrowing someone's dog and walking it because it looks fun. Until I reminded myself that firstly, no crazy person would lend me his dog unless he secretly hates it and secondly, a metre was probably the closest distance between me and any dog, and that's because I couldn't get any further away from it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get on the phone with tracey (possibly in the dead of the night) and fantasize about overseas trips. We did that once. It felt darn real and we got pretty high. Hahahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Other Things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;project x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making the sketchbook &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buying The Grad Gown, whoopeee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;visit the band????? hahahahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get the teachers presents or sth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tennis, so that my racket'd stop collecting dust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise, I know it keeps you healthyyyy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep and wake up early. Drink milk at breakfast everyday! ahhhh that's the ideal life okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to bake to get an unlimited supply of cookies and cakes :D (remembers how kaili told me since I don't know how to, I could start by heating the oven -_-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CLASS CHALET &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KOREA! it should be fun :D I'm pretty hyped up, considering how I haven't taken a plane in 3 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray that my results meet expectations :o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all that I can come up with for now. With this, I promise to stop thinking about all my frivolous plans and STUDY pretty damn hard. It's the big Os! I promise I promise to make my study plan work. stop watching tv/ coming online/ daydreaming/ dawdling. Go Go! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33838024-115737467633163601?l=gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/feeds/115737467633163601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33838024&amp;postID=115737467633163601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115737467633163601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33838024/posts/default/115737467633163601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingersnaaaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/beeeg-plans.html' title='BEEEG PLANS'/><author><name>gingersnaaaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813379012269199578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
