<?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-35903359</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:47:47.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life in words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-2941182336554035596</id><published>2010-01-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:58:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Day Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2009, hello 2010&lt;br /&gt;Hello to Sec 4 :D (i shall maintain a positive attitude towards all things if possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna change lotsa things.  All for the better.  Too many to list.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope i don't give up, or rather not allow myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday fang&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/35903359-2941182336554035596?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2941182336554035596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2941182336554035596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2941182336554035596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2941182336554035596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='HELLO 2010'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-615587086877564351</id><published>2009-10-05T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:51:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POINTE THAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I will kill the next person who thinks sec one history is hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-615587086877564351?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-1501159556390005927</id><published>2009-07-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:36:54.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETS PAINT SHOES</title><content type='html'>Venue: Subway, Far East&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote(s) of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia lee, "When I grow up I want to marry a rich and handsome guy and be a taitai."&lt;br /&gt;nadia, "I just want to lead a simple and happy life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dionne ng, "I WANT TO WORK LIKE SHIT."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have such friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1501159556390005927?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1501159556390005927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1501159556390005927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1501159556390005927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1501159556390005927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-paint-shoes.html' title='LETS PAINT SHOES'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2489045895783209473</id><published>2009-07-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:57:37.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR EVERYTHING I'VE GOT</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that i have dance in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about what my mum said to me, that if i weren't in dance, i wouldn't be pushing myself so hard for ballet. i wouldn't be spending so much time on dance. i wouldn't have had this special extracurricular to worry about and love at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised the only times i've stopped frowning these days were during ballet. i do complain about having to travel, about wasting time before and after class, about not having time at all to do the crazy amount of work. i'm half hoping that there would be dance next week. because i actually miss laoshi and the perspiring. but no tuesdays and thursdays are my only hope of ever surviving the pts alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;no i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people actually drift apart when just not so long ago, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than chinese pt and bio pt and ss speech and history pt and an amazingly nice yet annoying chinese tutor and wobbly thick fat pig thighs and a family pack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE'S AWESOME :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2489045895783209473?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2489045895783209473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2489045895783209473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2489045895783209473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2489045895783209473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-glad-that-i-have-dance-in-my.html' title='FOR EVERYTHING I&apos;VE GOT'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5348487231850673250</id><published>2009-06-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:57:29.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE ARE YOU MY BABY</title><content type='html'>i'm crossing and crossing and crossing my fingers that my ballet shoes are at the studio and aren't mixed with the stinky ones they lend out. and people had better not have taken them just cos they're 'free shoes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Katz, i think (i can't remember the brand, definitely not Bloch), is EXPENSIVE&lt;br /&gt;2. wide cut is EXPENSIVE&lt;br /&gt;3. HOW AM I GOING TO FIND ANOTHER PERFECT FIT????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5348487231850673250?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5348487231850673250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5348487231850673250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5348487231850673250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5348487231850673250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-crossing-and-crossing-and-crossing.html' title='WHERE ARE YOU MY BABY'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5706067819602749730</id><published>2009-05-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:22:38.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP</title><content type='html'>you can't force something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;it's no use trying to believe it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;and don't act like you're actually part of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word of advice, know your limits. and our limits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in simpler terms, you're &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5706067819602749730?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5706067819602749730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5706067819602749730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5706067819602749730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5706067819602749730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/05/wake-up.html' title='WAKE UP'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-6463994907145807068</id><published>2009-05-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:01:22.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU THINK YOU CAN</title><content type='html'>well, you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP NADIA WAKE UP NOW. YOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i twisted the muscles on my side i have no idea what they're called but i feel like my guts got entangled inside me now. no dance for six whole weeks i thought it was the best thing that could ever happen to me but NO I'M FEELING AS EMPTY AS AN EMPTY CAN NOW LIFE IS SO BORING I NEED DANCE. THREE TIMES A WEEK STARTING AT 8AM I DON'T CARE I NEED DANCE I NEED DANCE I NEED DANCE URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPEN HOUSE WAS NEVER THIS EXCITING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember glitter spray, house shirt, cheerleading skirt, umbrella, POMPOMS.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh camera i have to see the booklet that pris says we're on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;and no it isn't a good thing the photos i had this and last year obviously weren't my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6463994907145807068?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6463994907145807068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6463994907145807068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6463994907145807068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6463994907145807068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-think-you-can.html' title='YOU THINK YOU CAN'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-4238790115020167188</id><published>2009-05-10T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:36:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY, ONE MORE TIME</title><content type='html'>it's nice thinking about what made me happy this year :)&lt;br /&gt;we so need an outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SgdyZOK5YHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/h2aujxg6T_8/s1600-h/n732332013_1504575_4717451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358061269737586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SgdyZOK5YHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/h2aujxg6T_8/s320/n732332013_1504575_4717451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SLI '09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOGS COMM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-proLOGueS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-4238790115020167188?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4238790115020167188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=4238790115020167188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4238790115020167188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4238790115020167188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-one-more-time.html' title='BABY, ONE MORE TIME'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SgdyZOK5YHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/h2aujxg6T_8/s72-c/n732332013_1504575_4717451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-833938684865534661</id><published>2009-04-28T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:57:01.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FALLACIOUS ARGUMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PHILO&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;CHEM&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck about chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure hope i can stick to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-833938684865534661?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/833938684865534661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=833938684865534661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/833938684865534661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/833938684865534661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/04/fallacious-argument.html' title='A FALLACIOUS ARGUMENT'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5914719512933938057</id><published>2009-04-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:55:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WITH HONOURS</title><content type='html'>better late than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RGDANCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first in 8 years/ever. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;really shocking news last thursday, considering how almost none of us believed that we had a chance at honours (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god! We got gold with honours!" said Ms Kum in her message.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA MS KUM SAID OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for our celebratory batch haircutting session with half our batch where only a quarter of 11 of us were brave enough to stick to our pre-syf agreement of chopping our fringes into bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW MY FRINGE IS SO ANNOYING BECAUSE IT'S TOO SHORT TO STAY IN THE CLIP I PUT UP THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna wear our costume for rhd this year =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5914719512933938057?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5914719512933938057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5914719512933938057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5914719512933938057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5914719512933938057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never-rgdance-gold.html' title='WITH HONOURS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5562727828306753088</id><published>2009-02-27T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:24:51.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLINGERS, PROLOGUES II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time, it hit me harder than i had expected it to. unlike ICYL, which i prepared myself so much for the realisation that it was over, and yet i didn't feel anything then. Though it isn't as bad as the time when cheer or dance concert was over last year. Still, there's this empty, uncomfortable feeling somewhere, deep down in my gut that i didn't feel this morning when i came to school at 5.45am for pro-LOGueS setup. I guess that since SLI is over, i don't have any other excuse not to start work for the 3 SAs on Monday, Math and Physics on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how i feel like once something i've worked so hard for with people so close to me is over in a teensy little fraction of the time spent preparing. yes, it does sound &lt;s&gt;emo&lt;/s&gt; weird and all that (honestly, 'emo' isn't one of my favourite words), but it still is there. at least the effort we put in is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i'd like to say that i'm proud of pro-LOGueS, and Ruth the so-self-called-bumbling I/C. We did our best and achieved the best, not to mention the full/almost-full/best comm attendance every OT meeting (we're Logs you see). WE HAD PRETTY BOUQUETS, PRETTY CENTREPIECES, PRETTY COASTERS AND GOOD FOOD AREN'T WE PROUD OF OURSELVES :D but that obviously isn't all that pro-LOGueS did of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you guys. i'm missing you so much already, though it's still 27th Feb 2009 and i'll be seeing you again on Monday. Really hope Selene Say finds her phone poor girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5562727828306753088?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5562727828306753088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5562727828306753088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5562727828306753088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5562727828306753088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-time-it-hit-me-harder-than-i-had.html' title='SLINGERS, PROLOGUES II'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1799504073455407672</id><published>2009-02-14T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:27:35.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kinda love my court shoes alot because they're so comfy and everyone else just hobbles about in their too-tall ones that aren't as soft as mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i must remember buy stockings before week 8 friday because i tore my last pair trying to take them off the jazz pants way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1799504073455407672?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1799504073455407672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1799504073455407672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1799504073455407672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1799504073455407672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-kinda-love-my-court-shoes-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7078191063108125941</id><published>2009-02-05T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:46:35.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLINGERS, PROLOGUES</title><content type='html'>SLI RECEPTION'S GONNA BE GREAT WHAT AN AWESOME MENU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate truffles replacing last year's cream+icecream puffs totally made my day :D haha i still remember how Tiff and I were giving them out at the buffet table last year while we snuck some into our mouths at the same time. I'M TERRIBLY EXCITED ABOUT SLI. SLIngers haha geddit koped from Siow. and PROLOGueS from the ingenious mind of dionne. i think we're going to ikea tomorrow for Logs stuff after tech run. I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem practicals are bad for health. especially individual experiments because i find my heart thudering about and my hands become cold and clammy. i've always had this nagging feeling that the bunsen burner tubing will come off the gas tap and fire will shoot at my eyes and disfigure me. it's kinda scary cos i don't have contacts protecting my eyeballs. i still feel like i have ammonium hydroxide up my nose it's disgusting WHY DID I HAVE TO PUT MY NOSE RIGHT AT THE BOTTLE NECK. can't believe they expect us to pour CONCENTRATED HYDROCHLORIC ACID FROM THE BOTTLES WITH HUGE OPENINGS INTO TEENSY LITTLE TEST TUBES WITHOUT A DROPPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROBABLY WALKED OUT OF THE CHEM LAB TODAY WITH 1/2 THE AMOUNT OF HAIR I HAD WHEN I FIRST STEPPED IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to this, bio is therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance wasn't that good today. tuesday's was way better. got a splinter in my foot by the first half hour. annoying people who come in and out and leave the gym covered with a thousand teeny little bits that we can't see at all. it's obvious that people wear their shoes in though they aren't supposed to and we spend at least half the training time doing rolls and floor excercises EWW GROSS MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUGBY IS FUN. i think. not sure what my team mates think though since i'm the one causing all the losses. SCREAMERS FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because a day without homework is nonexsistent in Sec Three, i think i spend 70% of the time during each block drifting off to nothingness and end up copying dionne's or lanabel's notes as a result of maximum 4 hours sleep a morning. note: MORNING&lt;br /&gt;and they say we need eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the wonder of stats. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;like i care about standard deviations or interquartile ranges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7078191063108125941?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7078191063108125941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7078191063108125941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7078191063108125941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7078191063108125941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/02/slingers-prologues.html' title='SLINGERS, PROLOGUES'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7699038455200142342</id><published>2009-01-26T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:05:22.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SS ESSAY IS DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADIA IS A HAPPY GIRL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, can someone please tell me how to fix the wireless connection on my laptop. grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7699038455200142342?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7699038455200142342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7699038455200142342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7699038455200142342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7699038455200142342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/01/ss-essay-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-3143448773433298920</id><published>2009-01-25T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:39:47.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the whole world is against me. even my correction tape.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently thinking that my life sucks but hopefully i'll have a changed mindset after ss essay is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is all blocked up, i'm partially deaf, my eyes are tearing, the house is the messiest dump of books and papers and my pad of foolscap is staring blankly at me, waiting to be filled up with some sort of meaningless crap that i'll cook up in the next, 35 minutes before i wash up to go to my grandparents' house for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family gatherings have always been loads of fun but i hardly think i deserve it without finishing the stinking essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay great essay's 1/10 done and i've to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-3143448773433298920?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3143448773433298920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=3143448773433298920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3143448773433298920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3143448773433298920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole-world-is-against-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2224364908768223484</id><published>2009-01-22T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:29:23.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU WANT IT ALL</title><content type='html'>i can't believe we aren't having an official class party and we can't wear our own clothes. seriously man. no half day, perfectly fine. but no class party?! and no non-uniforms?! what kind of cny celebration is this?! it's assembly. might as well cut the whole celebration. that is, if you still consider it one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just lucky to have a free block tomorrow. homework isn't helping much either. just because we actually have 2 days off from school, they just have to throw everything at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very EXTREMELY afraid of philo this year. NOOOOO DON'T WANT TO BE RETAINED D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, there's philo tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;philo block =  stress period&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got what you want. i'm just gonna let it go, it's wasn't my business to begin with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2224364908768223484?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2224364908768223484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2224364908768223484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2224364908768223484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2224364908768223484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-want-it-all.html' title='YOU WANT IT ALL'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-715342327889957028</id><published>2009-01-20T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:44:03.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIT IT SHARPER</title><content type='html'>i can't bring myself to start on the whole load of homework waiting in my file which is growing and growing and growing. i have a phobia for thick files. should have seen my file last year. i don't get why physics is always the subject with MUTILPLE pieces of homework grah. terribly scared of SS. it's the whole uncertainty of a new subject that you don't even know if you can survive in it. and worse still, it's an ESSAY. oh dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banana&lt;/strong&gt;: TAN HUI MIN I KNOW IT'S YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janne&lt;/strong&gt;: i miss you too hu! my new class is fine, i promise i'll get you a birthday present okay? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly excited for tomorrow. gonna reach school way early.&lt;br /&gt;NO LINK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-715342327889957028?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/715342327889957028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=715342327889957028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/715342327889957028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/715342327889957028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/01/hit-it-sharper.html' title='HIT IT SHARPER'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5365620661960203226</id><published>2009-01-16T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:17:19.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DIDN'T BURN</title><content type='html'>i am back from OBS. i miss OBS. i don't know why even though i was so homesick during OBS. i won't say i died during OBS. because i actually enjoyed it. i don't think i should start in on the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN I MISS OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have this urge to jump off every jetty i see. and my girly tendencies made me spend so much on shirts. GUILTY. unknown bites on my arms and legs are itching me to death (ALMOST. shouldn't be that negative right). don't think i'll be wearing shorts for the next. i don't know. six months? it's strange why the only places i got burnt at were my knuckles and HAH. eyelids. all during kayaking. and they weren't even major-painful-peeling-lobster burns. i hardly put on sunblock HOHOHO I LAUGH AT LOBSTER PEOPLE. i can't believe i didn't get any tanner. i'd rather sunburn over disfiguring unknown insect bites ANYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OBS quote from joanne:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At home, we don't really appreciate anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Camp 1, we appreciate the aircon and warm water at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Camp 2, we appreciate the hooks on the shower stall doors in Camp 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, we'll have to be grateful if we even have doors."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOPIKO IS EVERYTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5365620661960203226?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5365620661960203226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5365620661960203226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5365620661960203226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5365620661960203226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-burn.html' title='I DIDN&apos;T BURN'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-6341410208443759232</id><published>2008-12-31T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:02:29.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello 2009&lt;br /&gt;and everything else that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez what a boring way to end the year.&lt;br /&gt;actually about the most boring ever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited about the first day of school. and maybe meeting 109 and cheer on saturday. but still, not SCHOOL. just the FIRST DAY of school and nothing else. ONLY the first day of school. not DANCE and sunday tuition and PTs and SAs and urgh. lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall think about tribal dancers in subway.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i have to stop thinking about that. i've been obsessing over it lately i think i'm getting annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6341410208443759232?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6341410208443759232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6341410208443759232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6341410208443759232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6341410208443759232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1793620813889160473</id><published>2008-12-27T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:37:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT FARNEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING INTO PRE-SEC3/2009SCHOOLYEAR-DEPRESSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because school starts in exactly a week and i feel like i'm in outer space. i remember jiejie and the other sec3s/sec4s-to-be stressing out over this certain period in term3/4 i can't remember, when they had about 7 or 8 PTs going for them all at once, which makes me dread 2 jan 2009 even more. oh the terror. plus the agonizing over syf auditions dammit it's very unlikely that lao shi will pick me, so yeah that explains it. and you see, we're all so busy already during the holidays and all you do is make it worse by having us go through torture five times a week from 7am to 3/4pm yea we geddit, you're murderers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i feel so angsty and emo-ey and whatnot and I SELDOM FEEL THAT WAY SO IT'S ALL SCHOOL'S-STARTING-IN-A-WEEK'S FAULT, NOT MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been drawing pointe shoes and roses and tutus and lips on 19mm circles for the 97489136741674618371846109741097348 time, but whatever. compared to PTs and SAs, stickers ANYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing remotely fun in making dance stickers for CCAO is the part which involves applying glitter. call me crazy or what, i'm in pre-Sec3/2009schoolyear-depression so too bad, can't blame me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i don't get what i just said at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i probably am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1793620813889160473?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1793620813889160473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1793620813889160473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1793620813889160473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1793620813889160473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-farnee.html' title='NOT FARNEE'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-4969057342354291446</id><published>2008-12-20T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:05:53.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGH OUT LOUD</title><content type='html'>i uncovered 2 sheets of hotel note paper while digging around my nike handbag for my house keys so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quotes from Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Mt Aso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: Mummy look the cable car's so empty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: Aaah.&lt;/span&gt; (like really expressively which made us practically collapse on Mt. Aso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: I want Caramel Corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: CAMERA PORN???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miranda: Daddy wants the magnet with the word &lt;em&gt;Kumamoto&lt;/em&gt; on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: Fumamoto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: What Fumamoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: Is that your father's translated Japanese name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guess where we were touring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: Mummy where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: At home lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: Oh yeah hor I call home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: We haven't taken our Mr Tickle photo yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: Recepticle?! We haven't taken our recepticle yet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miranda: Oh my god another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: We're having a spree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miranda: Must be the cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(so basically guess what we had for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Mt Aso, which happens to be an active volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: Do you smell sulphur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miranda: No, it's her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- my human memory stamina is just as bad as my physical one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miranda: We're playing a new game.  It's called pass the ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay geez too crude for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: oh my god another one&lt;br /&gt;*lifts blanket up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's under my blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: Please don't lift up your blanket. I can smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: OWW!!!&lt;/span&gt; (for the 100th time)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: I cannot eat chewing gum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone: Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: My tongue is too stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*insert weirded out face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Ipod: "That's not my name!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: You like this song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: Ya I like chewing gum. My friend has the strawberry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: Hello, &lt;u&gt;SONG&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: Oh you mean song? Ya it's so &lt;u&gt;rememberable.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Hotel room, my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Miranda: I'm sorry Nadia, the blame is on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nadia: No way *sniffs* your gaseous DNA is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel: Is there such thing as gaseous DNA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: NEHMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and then we all slip into complete unconsciousness due to mel's nehmind-ness)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location- Bus to jigoku area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mum: Is that 8 Hell? I see smoke!!&lt;/span&gt; *excited face*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: No it's chimneys -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-4969057342354291446?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4969057342354291446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=4969057342354291446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4969057342354291446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4969057342354291446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/12/laugh-out-loud.html' title='LAUGH OUT LOUD'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2864036008094968197</id><published>2008-12-19T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:45:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDSIGNS WOMAN, HANDSIGNS</title><content type='html'>i feel a sudden urge to talk about the japan trip which is so weird because the only thing i could think of the moment i got back was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORTS SHORTS I NEED TO CHANGE TO SHORTS.&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT'S NOT COLD.&lt;br /&gt;WHY ISN'T THE CHOCOLATE AS HARD AS IT IS IN JAPAN.&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised it's the temperature OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS. I HAVE THEM ONCE THE OTHER MOST RIDICULOUS THING THAT EVER ROAMED THE EARTH GIVES ME HER MEMORY CARD/UPLOADS ON FB/SENDS TO ME. i'm getting a teeny weeny bit impatient already chop chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got addicted to meiji chocolate mushrooms, awesome keep-you-awake-during-2-hour-long-train-rides snack and we changed hotels thrice so we were all "YESH" when we found out that all 3 locations had convenience stores. which means midnight pigging out (MY WEIGHT).&lt;br /&gt;rain during cold weather is just plain bad urgh don't like. i read and finished breaking dawn throughout the whole trip like PHEW it totally distracted me from the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because my terribly psychotic memory card refused to accept anymore photos when it was a freaking 2GB one, i have hardly any nice photos and the majority are unglam to the max. it isn't even like i took alot of photos to use up the memory since it was so cold that i refused to take my hands out of the coat pockets grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to have better tolerance for extreme temperatures though i have no idea how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAPANESE STRAWBERRIES ARE AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2864036008094968197?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2864036008094968197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2864036008094968197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2864036008094968197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2864036008094968197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/12/handsigns-woman-handsigns.html' title='HANDSIGNS WOMAN, HANDSIGNS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2584978962948498641</id><published>2008-12-07T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:30:52.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHIES ON SPRINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAPAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened the last time i went to japan with my fellow most-ridiculous-thing-that-ever-roamed-the-earth/cousin miranda yeo was seriously seriously gay and embarrassing HAHAH hope it doesn't happen again, afterall who can resist the call of nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on 15th midnight =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2584978962948498641?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2584978962948498641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2584978962948498641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2584978962948498641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2584978962948498641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/12/fishies-on-springs.html' title='FISHIES ON SPRINGS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7052172890317686110</id><published>2008-12-03T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:39:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TUTU'S A CAKE</title><content type='html'>i've made it through the whole holiday of dance practs (well except for one this friday) I AM FREAKING EXCITED ABOUT THE LAST PRACT BECAUSE AFTER THAT IT'LL BE NO DANCE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR IT FEELS LIKE EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not cos laoshi dumped us with a new routine that we've to perfect while she's overseas and get auditioned for once practs start next year. feels like eoys, it isn't healthy. and neither is that crazy jump and spin and jump thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway friday's full dress for ballet recital so i'm off to prick my fingers and get sequins and thread tangled up and stuck everywhere (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573087253062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/STaZxYxUY3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/kNB9csSG9jY/s320/P1010552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275542298773456466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/STZ9xQvwhlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LvoERFON2Nk/s320/n1517470217_30085873_5452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ICYL'08&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/35903359-7052172890317686110?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7052172890317686110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7052172890317686110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7052172890317686110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7052172890317686110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-tutus-cake.html' title='MY TUTU&apos;S A CAKE'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/STaZxYxUY3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/kNB9csSG9jY/s72-c/P1010552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-2238595507679708254</id><published>2008-11-21T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:41:23.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ICYL'S OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has certainly passed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;All the rehearsals for opening ceremony, reporting at 6.30 or 7am in school for morning briefings, goofing about in the slac, setting up and clearing away of chairs in the hall, doing the doll face and sound "hi, welcome to lunch" creepy thing, endless worrying and scurrying about for welcome dinner, seeing local and international delegates around school, fumbling about/running like a chicken in formal u and court shoes, beeping each other with walkie-talkies, watching the photo wars between rachel tan and ariel, trying to catch tiff on camera, fretting about our IFN costumes and everything right down to the tip of my landyard which insists on breaking at a different section everytime i sew up another seemed like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've worked hard at it for 9 to 10 months and now, and it was all over in a flash.  this week hardly even felt like a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now nostalgia's engulfing every part of me. the only thing i can do now is sleep on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2238595507679708254?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2238595507679708254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2238595507679708254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2238595507679708254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2238595507679708254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/icyls-over.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2772919987203017691</id><published>2008-11-18T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:40:11.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICYL DAY 2</title><content type='html'>It's already the 2nd day of ICYL and WELCOME DINNER'S OVER. but now i feel a little empty already without having to worry about the procedure and everything for Welcome Dinner ): imagine what it'd be like after ICYL's completely over D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i feel so indebted to everyone who helped me in Welcome Dinner, like the PROGS comm heads, ava, set-up, decor, food LOGS people and EVERYONE whom i deployed who helped with the dinner!&lt;br /&gt;mandi thought i was being CORNY and cheryl gatot RAN AWAY when i called her! (means only qiqi reacted normally) i needa thank elainetay and seryee and jiaying tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't mingled with any delegates yet ohemghee i've to start tomorrow! i got my IFN costume already whoopseedoos. IT'S GLITTERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: bring zambuk for nat's hand tomorrow. it's swollen (sorry nat sorry D=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2772919987203017691?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2772919987203017691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2772919987203017691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2772919987203017691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2772919987203017691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/icyl-day-2.html' title='ICYL DAY 2'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2044957673276485157</id><published>2008-11-14T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:41:39.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I SEE YOUR LOVE</title><content type='html'>ICYL's in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually excited about it. We've been working since April and its finally time to showcase what we've slogged at for 7 months. I really hope nothing goes wrong during Welcome Dinner D= progs and also OT bonded really well especially during today's final GM. I guess when ICYL's finally over, it'll be all the emotional stuff again, just like dance concert and cheerleading. and though i'll be glad that i can finally sleep well, i'm very very sure i'll miss progs and OT alot alot. yup and i think i most probably will be crying alot next friday so PREPARE TISSUE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's minute-by-minute, manpower allocation, proposal, game powerpoint, emcee script, prize hamper box wrapping time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2044957673276485157?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2044957673276485157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2044957673276485157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2044957673276485157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2044957673276485157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/icyls-in-3-days.html' title='WHEN I SEE YOUR LOVE'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8512624566343134760</id><published>2008-11-11T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:26:39.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADS SHOULDERS KNEES &amp; TOES</title><content type='html'>i finished reading my book. I FINISHED READING MY BOOK. heard that alicia. and manda. and shans whatever I FINISHED READING MY BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe laoshi wants us to come at 8.15 for pract. freaking 8.15am. forget about the sleep part, 45 minutes of stretching and warmups, 3 FREAKING HOURS OF HER ROUTINES THIS IS MURDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin and i are officially the most ridiculous things that roamed the earth. i shan't bother explaining how and why that came about. it's easy to guess, really, if you use your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless on saturday! i love our school's ELDS productions. they're so good and WE GET TO SEE JANNE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8512624566343134760?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8512624566343134760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8512624566343134760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8512624566343134760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8512624566343134760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finished-reading-my-book.html' title='HEADS SHOULDERS KNEES &amp; TOES'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-879655108365127395</id><published>2008-11-09T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:53:00.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF MOLE RATIOS AND SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS</title><content type='html'>chick flick just attracts me so much. my mum says i should read books that are less shallow. my reading speed has slowed down so much since pri school. quote alicia, "maybe one month later she'll be at the end of the book!" but chick flick always ends up so nice and sweet heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICYL. NEXT SUNDAY. OMG. WELCOME DINNER. NO DETAILS. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's busy busy busy! opening ceremony dry run 7.30-9.30, dance 9.30-12.00 (pris, BE GLAD YOU'RE MISSING THE WHOLE OF DANCE), meet ms koh 12.00-don't know when, hiphop class 4.30-5.30, ballet 8.00-9.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN I'LL BE SO POOPED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata off i go to pack my stuff for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-879655108365127395?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/879655108365127395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=879655108365127395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/879655108365127395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/879655108365127395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-mole-ratios-and-sweet-little.html' title='OF MOLE RATIOS AND SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-6968562928028578095</id><published>2008-11-08T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:13:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PACK UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO GET ORGANISED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICYL'S IN A WEEK AND MY DOCUMENTS ARE EVERYWHERE. I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I NEED OR WHAT I EVEN DID SINCE APRIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead. welcome dinner's dead. i haven't even gotten details. i don't know when Dr Shirley Lim is arriving. I don't know how  she arriving. I don't know if i'm supposed to walk her in or if she's just supposed to come in and mingle with the delegates herself. i don't know how long her speech is. i don't know whether they'll even try to learn the songs. i don't know how much manpower i need. my min-by-min is useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6968562928028578095?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6968562928028578095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6968562928028578095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6968562928028578095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6968562928028578095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/pack-up.html' title='PACK UP'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7819212404325997789</id><published>2008-11-05T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:57:50.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays are jampacked. even keying stuff into my phone calendar doesn't help me remember when i have stuff on at all. or rather WHAT stuff i have on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance is tiring D= laoshi just goes on and on and on for routines. but at least the sudden long break makes up for that a little, just that i don't even have enough water to last me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the whole world or maybe just everyone taking trip science changing their combinations?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TRIP SCI HIST don't try making me change my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7819212404325997789?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7819212404325997789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7819212404325997789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7819212404325997789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7819212404325997789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-are-jampacked.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-3849732639613371758</id><published>2008-10-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:27:55.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAUMA RAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, my phone died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, my laptop went bonkers and deleted all my photo folders with raffles, 213, psb, 113, t3sl'08, cheerleading and blablabla many other photos. THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN RECYCLE BIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, my internet's nuts and it goes off every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TECHNOLOGY IS AGAINST ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S AS SIMPLE AS THAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-3849732639613371758?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3849732639613371758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=3849732639613371758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3849732639613371758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3849732639613371758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/trauma-rama.html' title='TRAUMA RAMA'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2476558215916452679</id><published>2008-10-25T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:18:52.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHONEY PHONE</title><content type='html'>my phone died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no phone has ever died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i want a mirror phone. it MUST have a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not i'll just die from embarrassment because of my face and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry if i didn't reply anyone, because you probably messaged me while my phone was konking out.&lt;br /&gt;don't attempt to contact me through calling or messaging for these few days alright&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i will mourn the death of my mirror phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2476558215916452679?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2476558215916452679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2476558215916452679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2476558215916452679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2476558215916452679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/phoney-phone.html' title='PHONEY PHONE'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2302127499518355167</id><published>2008-10-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:48:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK GLITTER</title><content type='html'>glitter glitter glitter it gets me so high i love glitter! today was basically drama night all the way and a little of acp dance. i've been falling asleep everywhere around class these days and that is not good because i don't burn any fats that way. and i've realised the more i sleep in class the sleepier i get at home which totally doesn't make sense but i guess the human body is unfathomable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my talent lies in having consistent bathing times -.- my whole body's aching from dance yesterday. ballet today didn't help much and there's dance again tomorrow it so isn't fun and its getting so annoying. sheesh i'll have to try to wash off the glitter makeup and hairspray before dance argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i think our acp dance is quite screwed its so friggin short and goofy. man i'm gonna embarrass myself to bits tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2302127499518355167?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2302127499518355167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2302127499518355167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2302127499518355167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2302127499518355167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-glitter.html' title='THINK GLITTER'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-655329189593751155</id><published>2008-10-20T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:07:30.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOURTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say a big thank you to everyone who did even the slightest thing for me on my birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i felt really stressed about CmPS and ICYL and everything that i said this year's birthday was the worst birthday i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything you guys did has made it about the best one throughout my whole life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy for the cake and Mummy for the Guess clutch and pink nano (: (ohno both are pink ohno can't be bimbotic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling cousins who celebrated with me over dinner yesterday (: thanks for listening to me cry all over CmPS jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou dawn shanxi maria ting manda janne stef ariel rachel and everyone who decorated my desk, no on has ever done that for me before (: i have to say it kinda surprised and touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thankyou to dawn and shanxi and everyone who took part in the cake thing last friday! poor maria we can continue our nametag fight soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zongqi/smallest triplet: i love you the cupcakes are pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people than i had expected wished me happy birthday today too, like in real life, on msn/facebook. thanks so much, that was pleasantly surprising (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention for my special buddy! thanks for the messages and blogpost line thingo about my birthday Greg! geez i hope i can continue growing to reach a reasonable height compared to yours (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really sorry if i missed out on thanking anyone, i'm too overwhelmed by everything now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-655329189593751155?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/655329189593751155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=655329189593751155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/655329189593751155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/655329189593751155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/fourteen.html' title='FOURTEEN'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1304818789214771029</id><published>2008-10-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:15:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUSE IF YOU JUMP, I WILL JUMP TOO</title><content type='html'>HAND IN SCIENCE REFLECTIONS TO DWEEB .&lt;br /&gt;HAND IN EXCUSE LETTERS &lt;s&gt;for ponning school&lt;/s&gt; TO YIWYE.&lt;br /&gt;BRING ICYL PROPOSAL.&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THAT THERE'S PSB NIGHT TOMORROW UNTIL 8-ISH.&lt;br /&gt;RETURN AMANDA HER $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tempted to bring a tiny little going out bag to school tomorrow but there's dweeby's stuff, my mum's letters and icyl proposal i can't stand folding my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUSSIAN BALLET GALA DA:NS FEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i want an arch like the Prima Ballerina ):&lt;br /&gt;i want to jump like the Premier guy ):&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DO POINTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to grow more it isn't fair ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone send me &lt;em&gt;Giselle&lt;/em&gt; music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1304818789214771029?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1304818789214771029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1304818789214771029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1304818789214771029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1304818789214771029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-if-you-jump-i-will-jump-too.html' title='CAUSE IF YOU JUMP, I WILL JUMP TOO'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2648450667821110252</id><published>2008-10-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:44:01.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE RUN OUT OF TEARS</title><content type='html'>I think quizes are actually quite dumb.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO ANY MORE QUIZES NADIA.&lt;br /&gt;urgh this is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. Many actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you felt unbearably guilty?&lt;br /&gt;10-13 October 2008.  When I went to Hong Kong and ate non-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How is life going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sucky EOY results, CmPS oral presentation the day right after my birthday, ICYL stressstressstress stuff.&lt;br /&gt;WHADYA EXPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you held someone’s hand?&lt;br /&gt;Today? Amanda I think. No not lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who can you tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Myself, who else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you talked to on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;Jaime on Russian Ballet Gala Da:ns Fest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last words you spoke?&lt;br /&gt;“You changed the channel?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a C?&lt;br /&gt;I have no relatives whom I’ve kissed who’s names start with C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you feel about gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;You know I was never good at seeing things from different points-of-view.  That’s precisely why my Lit sucks.  Ask gays dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the next concert you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Kinda obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Russian Ballet Gala Da:ns Fest”&lt;br /&gt;THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Can you play guitar hero?&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t tried yet though Amanda says she’ll let me play at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Like as in like like? Or like like? I don’t think I’m making sense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is any part of your body sore?&lt;br /&gt;About every part?&lt;br /&gt;Considering how I stopped dance for one whole month and then went for ballet without doing warmups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;NARNIA NARNIA NARNIA. Skandar Keynes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you currently hear?&lt;br /&gt;Taxi engine sounds, TV broadcaster’s voice, fan blade noises, my keyboard clicking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who did you kiss this year at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T TAKE NOTE OF THE TIME I KISS PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;And by “kiss”, I presume it’s the on-the-cheek-for-parents-only type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who did you last share a bed with?&lt;br /&gt;My MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do fish have feelings?&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK LIKE A FISH TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you currently smell like?&lt;br /&gt;I think, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?&lt;br /&gt;I’m planning to get married at 25/26 HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll give birth to 3 children before I’m 30 so I can get Baby Bonus. $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather watch football or baseball?&lt;br /&gt;How in the world do you play baseball.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don’t see how attractive violent kicking of a cow hide printed ball can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, lots ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's the strangest fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;You know even though many people have said that I’m strange, I really don’t see that I am in any way. So ask those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Where is your number one person on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;friends list can mean facebook, Friendster, msn, my mobile whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I was born lazy so no way am I getting off the chair just to get my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How much money do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t stick money on me dood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you sleep naked?&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to be really sick to be doing that.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure I’m at least more innocent than people who claim that they have changed over time &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look at my nails, touch my hair, flip it, squeal, say “PEEEEENK!”&lt;br /&gt;Then revert back to my “Yo Maria” behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reason why people say that I’m fair you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;WO XI HUAN HUA WEN. Ooh this is gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What made you happy today?&lt;br /&gt;I scooted off from school to go for ballet (: while everyone had no valid reason and had to continue suffering in the hall when the aircons didn’t seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ll be aware of it even if I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If so how long have you liked them for?&lt;br /&gt;Someone here obviously is assuming that everyone who does this quiz has a crush.&lt;br /&gt;Quote Dweeby, “Ssh, no, no, it’s an assumption. Ssh. Cannot. Ssh. No, no. Cannot Ssh. Assumption. Ssh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do they like you?&lt;br /&gt;Alright it’s late at night and I’m sleepy stop being so annoying will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's something you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;I like dance. A lot. A lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where and who did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;School hall, with Rachel Tan Jiaqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Not in school.  HATE DWEEBY.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've run out of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Need to get something off your chest?&lt;br /&gt;The intense hate for Dweebs who don’t allow normal people to express their thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2648450667821110252?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2648450667821110252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2648450667821110252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2648450667821110252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2648450667821110252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-run-out-of-tears.html' title='I&apos;VE RUN OUT OF TEARS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1836818210993440328</id><published>2008-10-14T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:54:30.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TINKLE TINKLE TREES AND MRT PARKING LOTS</title><content type='html'>"THAT'S WHERE THE MRTS PARK RIGHT?!"&lt;br /&gt;amanda yim qian wen's finally taking public transport. look carefully woman do the tracks look like they're for cars!&lt;br /&gt;"amanda which direction are you going in?"&lt;br /&gt;"erh, i don't know same as stef"&lt;br /&gt;in between yiochukang and angmokio or don't know what stop, our dear girl goes "my goodness its like 1000000000 years and we're not even at the next stop yet". public transport noob much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giraffes have long necks because they only eat leaves from TINKLE TINKLE TREES. janne, we all know you love roald dahl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 HOURS LEARNING HOW TO TALK AND EAT AND SIT AND HAVE GOOD BODY LANGUAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN ANOTHER 2 HOURS EATING.  THINKING THAT "WOW ITS A 4 COURSE MEAL I'LL BE FULL" SMART SMART ME DIDN'T EAT ANYTHING AT ALL THE WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;so i was kinda fainting from hunger since we only got our food at 4-ish?&lt;br /&gt;the meat was COLD. i don't like cold food that's meant to be eaten steaming hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electronic elmo and cookie monster soft toys laughing like maniacs falling down and standing back up again at the airport in hongkong. being so AWESOMELY creeped out by inanimate objects that aren't supposed to be talking in the first place, i got very suspicious about my seat in the airplane and kept checking to see that there wasn't anything that could grab my legs from underneath. and this made me so jittery that i didn't go to the washroom throughout the whole flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW ELMO JUST HAS TO APPEAR ON THE TV SCREEN AGAIN RIGHT BEFORE I GO TO BED. and i dream about stuff under my bed. i guess it'll be a talking elmo tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1836818210993440328?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1836818210993440328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1836818210993440328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1836818210993440328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1836818210993440328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/tinkle-tinkle-trees-and-mrt-parking.html' title='TINKLE TINKLE TREES AND MRT PARKING LOTS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7952820258873588993</id><published>2008-10-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:35:34.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LOVE YELLOW</title><content type='html'>I FINISHED THE WHOLE STACK OF 95 PAGES OF THE SCIENCE NOTES ON MOODLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PAPER WHOOHOO (go ri people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying off to hongkong tomorrow after the science paper&lt;br /&gt;two words: RETAIL THERAPY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7952820258873588993?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7952820258873588993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7952820258873588993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7952820258873588993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7952820258873588993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-yellow.html' title='WE LOVE YELLOW'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-9041238648063372764</id><published>2008-10-08T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:48:37.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS THE LIFE SUPPORT AND NOTHING ELSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MATH KILLS BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M BRAIN DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Expansion &amp;amp; Factorisation&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Simultaneous Equations&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAPHS*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Indices&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pythagoras Theorem&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Trigonometric Ratios&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Similarity &amp;amp; Congruency&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Scales &amp;amp; Maps&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Symmetrical Properties of Circles&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like wasting paper but i stupidly wrote notes on foolscap and not on rough paper dammit. Indices notes only covered 1/10000 parts of one side of the foolscap ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no guarantee i can remember anything i've revised. how i wish i had my P6 mentality where i could at least memorise or even feel scared for MATH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i'm failing, all the more should i be worried but that feeling just doesn't come. so here i am wasting my math-mugging time and i guess its because killer subjects like geog and history are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND WHOOHOO NO MORE GEOG AND LIT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TATA I'M NOT GONNA MISS YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese is hopeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-9041238648063372764?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/9041238648063372764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=9041238648063372764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/9041238648063372764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/9041238648063372764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-life-support-and-nothing-else.html' title='ITS THE LIFE SUPPORT AND NOTHING ELSE'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-780021645126745626</id><published>2008-10-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:14:47.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOZCTjwXf3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QPNarfqpp20/s1600-h/quill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958919157317490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOZCTjwXf3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QPNarfqpp20/s320/quill.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm waiting for the scans of my geog notes to be sent to maria pfft it's taking so long and i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i convince myself that the next, 7 papers, aren't that hard to tackle.&lt;br /&gt;then i look at my notes and the formats of each paper, and go dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be over soon, its just a matter of a week. just ONE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;and then right after that i'll gorge myself on chocolate hazelnut crepe with amanda and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream with maria.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll fly to hong kong and shop shop shop HAHA and jump around with ariel to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop thinking about what happens after EOYs. THINK ABOUT EOYS ITSELF AND MY SUCKY GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stop fantasizing about post-eoy period, it makes me do slip-shod work and write and think slowly.&lt;br /&gt;and i really wonder why the school likes to give us insanely long papers to do in insanely short timings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-780021645126745626?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/780021645126745626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=780021645126745626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/780021645126745626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/780021645126745626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-waiting-for-scans-of-my-geog-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOZCTjwXf3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QPNarfqpp20/s72-c/quill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-3263237628293718092</id><published>2008-10-01T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:42:24.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROLIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOOXxw89rwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6PUWG70wxIc/s1600-h/259526241_57ace6fb1f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252208471654117122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOOXxw89rwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6PUWG70wxIc/s320/259526241_57ace6fb1f_o.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Children's Day baby, c'mon be happy!"&lt;br /&gt;YA RIGHT LIKE I CAN WITH EOYS STARTING ON FRI. Let me emphasize on this again. When i copy/compile notes, i do not remember ANYTHING i write so stop saying that i'm well-prepared when you know fully well that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disney channel's screened the Swinter episode of Phineas&amp;amp;Ferb a thousand and one times urgh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my room is actually quite breezy but it would have been breezier if not for that big monster house that popped out behind mine. It looks like an abandoned overgrown greek musuem and the ONLY little boy living there's so noisy i yelled at him through my window this morning. He's so annoying even if it wasn't eoy period i'd still scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO CONCENTRATE HERE AND THERE YOU ARE ASKING YOUR AHMAH IF YOU HAVE PAT'S SCHOOLHOUSE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was plain unproductive: no mugging done at all. NONE. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIT JUST WRECKED MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERCY AND FREAKING JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-3263237628293718092?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3263237628293718092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=3263237628293718092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3263237628293718092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3263237628293718092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-childrens-day-baby-cmon-be-happy-ya.html' title='FROLIC'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOOXxw89rwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6PUWG70wxIc/s72-c/259526241_57ace6fb1f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-6519685457498485002</id><published>2008-09-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:51:35.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRANGLEHOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;just one bit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you've got me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOF1hgnXrVI/AAAAAAAAALY/k33AHMx_0zE/s1600-h/i+am+easily+distracte+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251607859041906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOF1hgnXrVI/AAAAAAAAALY/k33AHMx_0zE/s320/i+am+easily+distracte+bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; typical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing notes out doesn't help me remember anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;dang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6519685457498485002?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6519685457498485002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6519685457498485002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6519685457498485002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6519685457498485002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/typical-writing-notes-out-doesnt-help.html' title='STRANGLEHOLD'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SOF1hgnXrVI/AAAAAAAAALY/k33AHMx_0zE/s72-c/i+am+easily+distracte+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-4575421793920473523</id><published>2008-09-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:01:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SN-pASm-PEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cYzaUcpvmkA/s1600-h/chocolate+cartoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251101512997682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SN-pASm-PEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cYzaUcpvmkA/s320/chocolate+cartoon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EOYS = chocolate addiction = 100000000000 calories = fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i study slowly, write slowly, read slowly, type slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO EVERYTHING SLOWLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now my study plan i drew up 2 weeks ago is completely bonkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what with doing up geog and hist notes by today!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i must have been dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Public transport's my best friend now. After EOYs i'm going to spend as much time i want with/on it.  I'll take mrt to school in the morning, i'll take mrt to tuition and back home again on saturday, i'll take mrt home after aspen on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, LIFE SUCKS. BIG TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-4575421793920473523?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4575421793920473523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=4575421793920473523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4575421793920473523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4575421793920473523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/eoys-chocolate-addiction-100000000000.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SN-pASm-PEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cYzaUcpvmkA/s72-c/chocolate+cartoon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-5779628075373388429</id><published>2008-09-27T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T06:03:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COME GET ME MR POLICEMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SN4uIfjG1rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pqC08fVlRl4/s1600-h/n565990554_1481102_7327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250684939003156146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SN4uIfjG1rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pqC08fVlRl4/s320/n565990554_1481102_7327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buck up nadia cheah that mark isn't exactly on the &lt;em&gt;going-to-get-you-a-3.0++-gpa&lt;/em&gt; side you know. &lt;strong&gt;and stop getting distracted for the whole world's sake!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5779628075373388429?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5779628075373388429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5779628075373388429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5779628075373388429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5779628075373388429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/buck-up-nadia-cheah-that-mark-isnt.html' title='COME GET ME MR POLICEMAN'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SN4uIfjG1rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pqC08fVlRl4/s72-c/n565990554_1481102_7327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-2956350954075699520</id><published>2008-09-25T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:29:29.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A GRAPE/ CHERRY TOMATO</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty dead for eoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 done for hist.&lt;br /&gt;geog, eng pe, lit, math, science untouched.&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;exactly a week left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just jump off my bed and die.&lt;br /&gt;revive me after eoys, before my birthday thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latest motivation/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX TISHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were shanxi, i'd say "he's EPIC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find Reeses Peanut Butter Cup lip balm for Shanxi's birthday present next year. or find a way to order in from US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SNtlti71GwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yKoT3Hhtn2w/s1600-h/n565990554_1470786_1470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249901623776713474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SNtlti71GwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yKoT3Hhtn2w/s320/n565990554_1470786_1470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't TING look like she's a loan shark's girlfriend demanding money from stef.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;understatement of the term:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2956350954075699520?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2956350954075699520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2956350954075699520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2956350954075699520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2956350954075699520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-pretty-dead-for-eoys.html' title='I AM A GRAPE/ CHERRY TOMATO'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SNtlti71GwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yKoT3Hhtn2w/s72-c/n565990554_1470786_1470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-8602242130558269654</id><published>2008-09-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:37:07.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>MUGFEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAP till 10 October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS presentation deadline posponed to 21oct! its goood (: and baaad ): my birthday'll have to suffer &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS i ranted and ranted and ranted about all the subjects and SAs then accidentally deleted the whole thing &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8602242130558269654?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8602242130558269654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8602242130558269654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8602242130558269654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8602242130558269654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-608033530407679120</id><published>2008-09-08T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:31:13.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Fourteenth Shanxi Jen =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SMU19hKCOWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TXQYxJKm8tw/s1600-h/P1010284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656672131561826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SMU19hKCOWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TXQYxJKm8tw/s320/P1010284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoho you're OLD now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope you liked the cake and the pocky pouch and peanut butter cups and cigarette and notes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND the very very important blindfolded walk aroung school that receives special mention (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have a happy year ahead till your next birthday!!! (we'll think of something different but i'm sure you'd love the walk around school again :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for being such a great batchmate+eastie+fellow mrt-er+friend/sistaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and last of all i just wanted to say that &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU DARLING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-608033530407679120?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/608033530407679120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=608033530407679120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/608033530407679120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/608033530407679120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fourteenth-shanxi-jen-d-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SMU19hKCOWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TXQYxJKm8tw/s72-c/P1010284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-6918578214826840547</id><published>2008-09-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:08:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Left Tiny Toe's Toenail Came Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;eenette&lt;/strong&gt; haha i didn't openly declare that i was fat so not counted hah! i only said i was flabby in areas like my stomach and my thighs and my butt! zongg is mad how can you eat a cookie and a bit of chicken only for lunch! I'LL DIE YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smallest triplet/zongg&lt;/strong&gt; you ate a bit of the chicken and a cookie for lunch. CRAZY. i don't like snowskin seriously. traditional lotus paste without yolk owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ting&lt;/strong&gt; oops totally forgot about Russian Ballet da:ns fest, haven't asked! the whole point of the old skin was for you NOT to read my text nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rach&lt;/strong&gt; hello rach i never expected you to tag SERIOUSLY. i'm such a good girl you see, that i keep my word about things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my skin and suddenly my tagboard seems like someone did cpr to it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIT FA, MOV MUGGING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6918578214826840547?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6918578214826840547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6918578214826840547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6918578214826840547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6918578214826840547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/eenette-haha-i-didnt-openly-declare.html' title='The Day My Left Tiny Toe&apos;s Toenail Came Off'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-294762378888712523</id><published>2008-09-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:10:48.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho new skin. i feel quite stupid because as i was changing it i felt quite sad for my old skin haha i'm sentimental for the wrong things &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid rash on my left eyebag hasn't gone away since...3-4weeks ago? makes my face look like a baboon's backside. HELLO? like my cheeks aren't red enough already. i really don't get why people think red cheeks are nice no they're not. and half straight hair isn't nice too. but brown hair is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ting&lt;/strong&gt; what boring study questions and what bchl?! ya ya rach lives at limau garden and its limau blablabla everywhere around her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smallest triplet&lt;/strong&gt; you shuddup you don't eat at all ANO-WOMAN! at least i ate alot of chicken and fish and drank my bubble tea today. and YOU only had bubble tea and a cookie. A COOKIE okay my god how can your lunch be A COOKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit fa, chi fa, chi book report my goodness not forgetting &lt;strong&gt;MOV act 2&amp;amp;3 mugging.&lt;/strong&gt; grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe holidays are over. (almost). these 5 days just felt like any old weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-294762378888712523?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/294762378888712523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=294762378888712523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/294762378888712523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/294762378888712523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoho-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-6371306408687667406</id><published>2008-09-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:20:17.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The person who tagged/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;Angela Shanette Koh Zong Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Dancer/Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Skinny little/tall ballet dancer who thinks she's fat all the time. (if you get what i mean then good for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling me that she's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"you're not fat, I'm FAT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;Vomit on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Stopping me from vomitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch about her like mad (: duh that's what you do in an all girls' school when you don't like someone. unless your mind is so innocent like rachelliuyunyann's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;She says she fat when she's obviously not the fat one HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Make her stop saying she's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Flexi ano likes-to-drag-her-eye-skin-downwards-with-her-hair, skinny-like-shit dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will think about you?&lt;br /&gt;This girl's so weird and angry all the time its gets so annoying that i feel like beating her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristics you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;The ability to look pissed when i'm actually not to scare the guts out of mariachang (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;My fat face, tummy, thighs. and an annoying random curl in my hair on the sides of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;define IDEAL. isn't ideal different for everybody? i'm not very sure what ideal means to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;If the feeling's mutual, then "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;1.miranda&lt;br /&gt;2.tingfang&lt;br /&gt;3.shanxi&lt;br /&gt;4.maria&lt;br /&gt;5.dawn&lt;br /&gt;6.amanda&lt;br /&gt;7.janne&lt;br /&gt;8.ariel&lt;br /&gt;9.greg&lt;br /&gt;10.fukai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha i'm AMAZED that i'm actually thinking about the last two. cos i had a really weird dream last night about doing aces in RI. ?????!!!!!! some dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is number 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;haha i got a preeetty good idea who but i'm not sure if its still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is number 9 male or female?&lt;br /&gt;hurhur he once told me that he might consider transferring into rg. but i'm sure he's a straight male (: i trust him you see. cos he looks like one. one meaning A MALE stop tweaking my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;I...can't imagine them together. man they don't even know each other! not janne's type i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is number 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about my subject combi that i chose on impulse now so i guess "studying" refers to subject combi. Ting took biochemlithist(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of band does number 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. i don't know. I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does number 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Younger sis Melvina whom i conveniently call mel(not so bad) or melnaaaaaaaaaa(quite bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;No way man but i'd &lt;strong&gt;HELP&lt;/strong&gt; any guy who would want to woo her. No escaping from marriage SHANXIJENNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How about number 7?&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't need ME wooing her. she has alot more queuing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;She'd kill me if i say no. but she is. but then again i feel like saying no. SO I'LL SAY NO AND GIVE HER MY PISSED LOOK (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the surname of number 5?&lt;br /&gt;TAN (whoa angela shanette koh zong qi's answer for her no. 5 was also tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of number 10?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really talked to him in a looooooong time. then again i never knew anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does number 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;dawn and greg. WHOA omg seriously no offense i really didn't mean it to turn out like that i just typed your names randomly. Yes they do i just asked dawndearie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is number 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Girls' Secondary School, 213&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk something casually about number one.&lt;br /&gt;I like camwhoring with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where does number 9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;gotta check pri school autograph book.&lt;br /&gt;okay checked.&lt;br /&gt;he wrote Jalan Limau Bali something something.&lt;br /&gt;That's near rachie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Rachie alights at tanah merah.&lt;br /&gt;So i conclude he lives at tanah merah/bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What colour does number 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;She didn't specify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are number 5 and number 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Friends i think. not best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Does number 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yea BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is number 6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping i think. It like 1am now doood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6371306408687667406?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6371306408687667406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6371306408687667406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6371306408687667406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6371306408687667406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8257044588654517221</id><published>2008-08-31T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:58:01.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i admit i'm a sucker for soppy romance movies and sad movies which involve fighting and dying. i really can't stand it. one minute my eyes are glued to the tv and the next minute everything goes blurry, my worksheets get wet and my nose will feel as though it was inactive for the past 1000years. the worst thing is that the movie i just watched had 5 out of 7 good guys dying and the worst thing is the funniest cutest character died too. he just got married without telling his parents and then when he finally reached home he was killed before he could even let his parents acknowledge his wife and they didn't even have the sense to bury his wife's cloth with him. when obviously they could see that the cloth was very important to him given that he was still clutching it after rigor mortis set in. i hate the scriptwriter for writing such a sad plot but i guess he succeeded since he made me cry so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why but im hungry all the time and that is NOT GOOD. because i see my tummy and thighs and face expanding ALARMINGLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8257044588654517221?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8257044588654517221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8257044588654517221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8257044588654517221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8257044588654517221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-admit-im-sucker-for-soppy-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5498597770226418370</id><published>2008-08-29T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:07:01.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the thing with shanxi, is that she's a heartless freak.  First she hankered after butterscotch. and then ditched butterscotch for percy. during her relationship with percy, she noticed penny the &lt;em&gt;girl-next-door&lt;/em&gt;. and she just couldn't decide between percy and penny. after how LONG dawn and i tried convincing her that penny was more worth her attention, she agreed to take penny home. and then right before she actually broke the news to penny, she changed her mind. AND DITCHED PENNY FOR BUTTERSCOTCH AGAIN, LEAVING PENNY SO SOURRR ON THE SHELF. seeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA went to plaza sing with the 2 eastie-dancers and saw someone HAHAHA freak much? dawn tan you pangseh-ed me grrr i didn't say anything at all when i saw them haha so awkward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5498597770226418370?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5498597770226418370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5498597770226418370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5498597770226418370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5498597770226418370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-with-shanxi-is-that-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1891207964233425259</id><published>2008-08-27T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:39:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams (for this term) are over (: yesyess i just realised we finished the LAST pt of the year and i'm free from any major homework next week! except eng compre but nevermind i'm so glad the whole of jpsb who applied got in for psb'09 but i really have to control myself from screaming in the middle of the foyer haha i can't i have to scream into my pillow. yay yay dawn and ting and mandaa got in too i'm super happy i feel like jumping so much now (: i guess things will be different with so much more people in our batch now compared to jpsb'08, just the 12 of us + dayna but nevermind life's open to changes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho i can't wait for pe tomorrow basketball is fun yes i know i'm always the one screaming my head off when the ball goes ANYWHERE, even to people like maria hahaha. but mrs wee said my wrist flick is good so that's comforting (: plus i have LUCK. so much that ball aimed at maria can land somewhere so much better. somewhere which earned us a point. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so handicapped without my camera its gonna cost about $100-$250 to repair my gawd saving's gonna be hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1891207964233425259?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1891207964233425259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1891207964233425259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1891207964233425259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1891207964233425259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams-for-this-term-are-over-yesyess-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7931696391858440920</id><published>2008-08-24T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:08:18.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ought to be studying for history tomorrow but seriously i feel as though there's nothing ELSE to study. other than riots lah but STILL! and i somehow have this nagging thought that i have to study somemore, i need to know something else and the sa isn't going to be that easy but i don't know what else there is to study! but there's no way i can get full marks for the essay tomorrow i just can't link okay! considering how SHE didn't tell us the exact format and HOW to link. wth lah as if RG history marking system is that easy to understand. argh but i need NEED &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; the gpa4.0! and i keep telling myself &lt;em&gt;nadia you already CHOSE your subject combi and the only humans subject you're taking is HISTORY so you better not flunk it, especially even before Sec3 starts&lt;/em&gt;! but its not working i forget it totally and start watching tv again. and the whole cycle repeats itself argh why did i take tripscihist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and my reason is that i got so sick of geog while studying for the sa on 12aug and as much as i like lit, i just can't do it grrr MOV IS KILLING ME.  and then my mommy said "you think YOU can cope with all the sciences ah". and then i say "I'LL TRY!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i write slowly i do work slowly i read slowly so it means i do exams slowly which also means i have to rush which then means that i don't have enough time for elaboration for all my points which means in the end that my essay is really messy and unlike my normal handwriting PLUS its plain crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't produce crappy essays if i want my 4.0 shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people ideologies circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intro point point point conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;wth do i say in conclusion lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riots post-war probs communism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygawdgoodlucktome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7931696391858440920?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7931696391858440920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7931696391858440920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7931696391858440920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7931696391858440920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-ought-to-be-studying-for-history.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2173996797174816706</id><published>2008-08-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:50:20.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My camera is spoilt spoilt spoilt and the LCD screen has a crack diagonally from one corner to the other and many many other smaller cracks seriously i'm not kidding. its not that i'm afraid of my parents scolding me. they spent 300over on the camera and now another don't know how much to change the LCD screen and it really makes me fee guilty. no way i'm not letting you guys pay for it for me i'll save up myself and lose weight since i won't be able to buy so much food (: yep think on the bright side. &lt;strong&gt;at least i get to lose weight and ITS NOT THE LENS THAT CRACKED. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2173996797174816706?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2173996797174816706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2173996797174816706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2173996797174816706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2173996797174816706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-camera-is-spoilt-spoilt-spoilt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8429884640828709274</id><published>2008-08-16T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:44:30.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was walking around wisma with my dad today after lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad: EH!!! how come your dance jacket has your name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: It had my name ALL ALONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad: really? you sewed it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: YA RIGHT I DID. considering how much PATIENCE i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad: I KNOW! you used iron-ons *triumphant smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: Wow i have time soooo much time to iron on my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad: then? how come your jacket has your name??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: the same reason why my jacket has "RAFFLES DANCE-INTERNATIONAL" printed on the back and the school crest in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm having touble with lit hw so i pushed the merchant of venice to him a few minutes ago and told him to read and find examples for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad: huh what is this word. consisteth. so weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: its the merchant of venice SHAKESPEARE'S LANGUAGE hallooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dad: i don't care if its shakespeare or shakesword or shakesbomb or shakesgun. its JARGON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohmannn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8429884640828709274?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8429884640828709274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8429884640828709274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8429884640828709274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8429884640828709274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/dad-eh-how-come-your-dance-jacket-has.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5734607877601210508</id><published>2008-08-16T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:02:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly i don't mind the blisters =D my feet skin's so thick it doesn't hurt anyway. it just helps psychologically that finally FINALLY my feet skin is going to be 1 or 2 mm thinner. then it gets another 3 to 4 mm thicker by the next pract. peeling off the annoying-and-always-there-no-matter-how-much-you-cut-it-off skin is therapeutic. gross but therapeutic. my feet are always clean (: PERFECTLY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clean. CLEAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5734607877601210508?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5734607877601210508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5734607877601210508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5734607877601210508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5734607877601210508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/honestly-i-dont-mind-blisters-d-my-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-6386596494510402680</id><published>2008-08-15T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:45:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 science teachers and finally a fifth permanent one. and er. seriously we don't need him to tell us where to write our answers and to write one sentence of notes on ONE PIECE OF FOOLSCAP PAPER EACH. ya right we will if you provide us with the paper. being an RG girl doesn't mean we have access to foolscap paper manufacturing factories you know. and who cares if you've been teaching math at tkgs for 10 freakin years. AND we can pretty much figure out what reaction time is ourselves. urgh what's wrong with you. telling us to say a word on awesome and then saying that a word which is our perception of awesome "CANNOT". YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to nice sweet replacement teachers. hello to &lt;strong&gt;ultimate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dweebiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made the choice of my remaining 2 years in RG and i'm not gonna regret it.  &lt;em&gt;I Hope&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sas plus pts 3 days in a row SUCK. especially if you haven't started on any and only have a week left. and you're not planning to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay who am i kidding. I'M not planning to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just &lt;em&gt;looove&lt;/em&gt; to torture us poor peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6386596494510402680?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6386596494510402680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6386596494510402680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6386596494510402680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6386596494510402680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-science-teachers-and-finally-fifth.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-511233771462167501</id><published>2008-08-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:41:48.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ILU shanxijen (:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJ_cXEuiMFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U-uCd7BxAqg/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233143580991828050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJ_cXEuiMFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U-uCd7BxAqg/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i broke my mug i broke my mug i broke my darling "nadia" mug from switzerland that's 4 years old i broke my mug. gaaaaaahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-511233771462167501?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/511233771462167501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=511233771462167501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/511233771462167501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/511233771462167501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-broke-my-mug-i-broke-my-mug-i-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJ_cXEuiMFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U-uCd7BxAqg/s72-c/P1010047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-7249434513754991952</id><published>2008-08-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:34:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The person who tagged/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;Angela Shanette Koh Zong Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Dancer/Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Skinny little/tall ballet dancer who thinks she's fat all the time. (if you get what i mean then good for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling me that she's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"you're not fat, I'm FAT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;Vomit on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Stopping me from vomitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch about her like mad (: duh that's what you do in an all girls' school when you don't like someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;She says she fat when she's obviously not the fat one HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Make her stop saying she's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Flexi ano like-to-drag-her-eye-skin-downwards-with-her-hair, skinny-like-shit dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will think about you?&lt;br /&gt;This girl's so weird and angry all the time its gets so annoying that i feel like beating her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristics you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;The ability to look pissed when i'm actually not to scare the guts out of mariachang (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;My fat face, tummy, thighs. and an annoying random curl in my hair on the sides of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;define IDEAL. isn't ideal different for everybody? i'm not very sure what ideal means to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;1.miranda&lt;br /&gt;2.tingfang&lt;br /&gt;3.shanxi&lt;br /&gt;4.maria&lt;br /&gt;5.dawn&lt;br /&gt;6.amanda&lt;br /&gt;7.janne&lt;br /&gt;8.ariel&lt;br /&gt;9.greg&lt;br /&gt;10.fukai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm AMAZED that i'm actually thinking about the last two. cos i had a really weird dream last night about doing aces in ri. ?????!!!!!! some dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is number 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;haha i got a preeetty good idea who but i'm not sure if its still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is number 9 male or female?female, but maybe she's a male and she's hiding it from me!&lt;br /&gt;hurhur he once told me that he might consider transferring into rg.  but i'm sure he's a straight male (: its &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;I...can't imagine them together. man they don't even know each other! not janne's type i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is number 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about my subject combi that i chose on impulse now so i guess "studying" refers to subject combi.  Ting took biochemlithist(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of band does number 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. i don't know. I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does number 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Younger sis Melvina which i conveniently call mel(not so bad) or melnaaaaaaaaaa(quite bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;No way man but i'd HELP any guy who would want to woo her. No escaping from marriage SHANXIJENNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How about number 7?&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't need ME wooing her. she has so many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;She'd kill me if i say no. but she is. but then again i feel like saying no. SO I'LL SAY NO AND GIVE HER MY PISSED LOOK (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the surname of number 5?&lt;br /&gt;TAN (whoa angela shanette koh zong qi's answer for her no. 5 was also tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of number 10?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really talked to him in a looooooong time.  then again i never knew anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does number 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;dawn and greg. WHOA omg seriously no offense i really didn't mean it to turn out like that i just typed your names randomly.  I guess they do i don't know. haven't really asked if they still keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is number 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Girls' Secondary School, Class 213&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk something casually about number one.&lt;br /&gt;I like camwhoring with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where does number 9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;gotta check pri school autograph book.&lt;br /&gt;okay checked.&lt;br /&gt;he wrote Jalan limau bali something something. That's near rachie's house. Rachie alights at tanah merah.  So i conclude he lives at tanah merah/bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What colour does number 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;She didn't specify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are number 5 and number 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Friends i think. not best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Does number 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yea BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is number 6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping i think. It like 1am now doood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7249434513754991952?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7249434513754991952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7249434513754991952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7249434513754991952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7249434513754991952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-am-i-doing-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8047272202965550656</id><published>2008-08-06T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:53:29.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm aching all over from dance yesterday there's pulse tomorrow when am i ever gonna recover i don't know.  oh yea and one thing, you might as well have just told me that you wanted to stop instead of coming up with such an easily-identifiable, cliched, unbelievable excuse. what was i thinking by even replying to that. everything's screwed. &lt;strong&gt;from math to pts to sas to dance. &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8047272202965550656?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8047272202965550656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8047272202965550656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8047272202965550656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8047272202965550656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-aching-all-over-from-dance-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-261880491217335806</id><published>2008-08-04T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:46:49.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcVMSyryoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Szkf7IRF87Y/s1600-h/P1000666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230672793161157250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcVMSyryoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Szkf7IRF87Y/s320/P1000666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; COOL TOILET, cool room, cool hongkong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcPU36XcWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/szkllLeP71A/s1600-h/P1000685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230666343494676834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcPU36XcWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/szkllLeP71A/s320/P1000685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fun, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcKxiOpqLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/M-IXCso1Rtc/s1600-h/HK+Dance+Exchange+sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230661338332244146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcKxiOpqLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/M-IXCso1Rtc/s320/HK+Dance+Exchange+sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BATCH '10 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcKycBqvqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fZE1YuPWBFo/s1600-h/P1000871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230661353847045794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcKycBqvqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fZE1YuPWBFo/s320/P1000871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella's Carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJb4zY0X_qI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F2bmB5LwZ3w/s1600-h/n699244961_711433_6791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230641578956553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJb4zY0X_qI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F2bmB5LwZ3w/s320/n699244961_711433_6791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BATCH '10 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJb4zVcRUwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jtpyW0Dugqo/s1600-h/n699244961_711651_5027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230641578050147074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJb4zVcRUwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jtpyW0Dugqo/s320/n699244961_711651_5027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;linwen shijin eenette me, an arm and cullottes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJb4zbmDl_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/fmPwVOIE9FI/s1600-h/n699244961_711664_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230641579701802994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJb4zbmDl_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/fmPwVOIE9FI/s320/n699244961_711664_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHANXI, DAWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-261880491217335806?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/261880491217335806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=261880491217335806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/261880491217335806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/261880491217335806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/cool-toilet-cool-room-cool-hongkong-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJcVMSyryoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Szkf7IRF87Y/s72-c/P1000666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-2552085663085737463</id><published>2008-08-03T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:22:06.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you count past 100?&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that i'm 14 this year, WHY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language do you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;weird, but chinese. i'm currently flunking it now and i really wouldn't mind doing better in it to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any upcoming vacations?&lt;br /&gt;uh. national day? hardly a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to marry someone, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Duh my future husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what people think of you?&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you call yourself smart?&lt;br /&gt;If smart meant able to get along with people, yes. school? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea. especially soppy romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever touched an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;yea so hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;School, tangs and mrt-ing home with shans. i think dawn dearie has 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything wrong?&lt;br /&gt;anything???&lt;br /&gt;currently school work, splits, the coffee table, my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;went to this place near my house for dinner with cousin lovelayes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for?&lt;br /&gt;the period after EOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore doesn't ahve the 4 seasons so i guess its the period after EOYs duh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and dance concert period (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to Tom?&lt;br /&gt;who's tom. do i know him? or her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate/drank?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever run with scissors?&lt;br /&gt;yes of course. when i feel murderous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s making you feel the way you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;uh. not exactly who but more like what.&lt;br /&gt;pts, sas, the 2 hist fas on the table and lit quiz and csi spa tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most visited web page?&lt;br /&gt;yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;puhlease. pepsi is so sweet. coke anytime (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to something this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;uh. the weekend's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;none though i've been wishing i'd have a big brother all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;considering how my parents don't like cleaning up? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know. it varies. but i'd go for even numbers anytime (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Church by tpain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is good grammar attractive?&lt;br /&gt;i think so, just can't stand super broken english and abbreviations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. i'm happy with the way i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you known any of your friends your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;uh i think this question's kinda weird cos if you have friends you definitely would know them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;quite alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do your friends live?&lt;br /&gt;all over singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?&lt;br /&gt;yes quite alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to most of your friend’s house?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently like someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes can i say who? skandar keynes and joe jonas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has one of your crushes ever called you self-centered before?&lt;br /&gt;given that my crushes are far far away in london and US, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal opinion confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want for President?&lt;br /&gt;erm who are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles aren't so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;NEEDLES?! random man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of secrets that you share with...?&lt;br /&gt;my mommy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy drama?&lt;br /&gt;yes especially rgdrama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that said, "I Love you" to you?&lt;br /&gt;my mommy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2552085663085737463?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2552085663085737463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2552085663085737463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2552085663085737463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2552085663085737463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-count-past-100-considering-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-4558934795831705412</id><published>2008-08-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:58:04.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;disappear. now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it doesn't help that you're here bugging me all day long when i have tons of homework, csi spa on monday, chi pt, math sa, chi sa, GEOG sa, lit recitation next week which i haven't started mugging for at all. &lt;em&gt;so go. NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-4558934795831705412?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4558934795831705412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=4558934795831705412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4558934795831705412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4558934795831705412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/08/disappear.html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SJMfZR_ZjKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QspFKXaZahY/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-6911039273505329696</id><published>2008-07-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:00:51.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my old hair. stupid hairdresser why did he have to THIN it so much. i wanted it short and not thin look what you've done. now i've lost that nice wavyness already urgh i hate my hair. it better grow back to its initial thickness FAST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6911039273505329696?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6911039273505329696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It still is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SIcwAMw4bKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3tnWs8SKpOY/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226198672571133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SIcwAMw4bKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3tnWs8SKpOY/s320/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have to slap myself for it. after how much i spent on it and how i protected it with my LIFE. urgh i'm gonna jump off my roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with that person why did he have to take such unglam shots of me during concert! hah but yes i realised i look really weird in almost ALL the items. like really REALLY weird. and how exactly did my skirt appear SO short in a batch dance shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dance so much! but ahhh there's pulse tomorrow so sian. how ironic is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't exactly act like i'm in love and planning to elope when i'm not in the first place without sounding cheesy right. and do i seems like a person who is into merchant of venice! urgh i've been worrying about history pt so much i couldn't care less about lit recitation and science report now. i'm like go away i deserve the rest. i serously hope i don't embarrass myself like crap tomorrow and the whole thing about the mask turning you into a whole new person whom no one knows so that you can feel free to express yourself? uhuh doesn't work for me. curse merchant of venice. now i'm wishing that i picked gold. someone save me. from, well, eloping with lorenzo as jessica. hah i wonder who got portia. apparently portias have larger upper parts of their upper bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6235240666442953802?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6235240666442953802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6235240666442953802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6235240666442953802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6235240666442953802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-still-is-i-seriously-have-to-slap.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SIM1ud90_zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EarpaYmk-ko/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225079065114115890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SIM1ud90_zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EarpaYmk-ko/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SHD9pdSRGJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zJqHc1DAV5c/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219950856800114834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SHD9pdSRGJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zJqHc1DAV5c/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SHD9p8kqhJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-uX20lw3zI/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219950865198777490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SHD9p8kqhJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-uX20lw3zI/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SHD6xB72P_I/AAAAAAAAAII/0zY2Ahbmvbc/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219947688362393586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SHD6xB72P_I/AAAAAAAAAII/0zY2Ahbmvbc/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8956851605703638654?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SIM4KQxQv_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/KlvRPe9-Rag/s72-c/P1010029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-3685650430464795560</id><published>2008-07-02T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:31:52.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe dance night's over so fast, after we started preparing since last year. i'm really proud of you guys, for dancing your hearts out and making our batch dance/the whole concert a success (: thankyou so much for the flowers i just hoped i could keep them longer than a few days, especially to my friends, juniors, jiejie, mel, mummy and my family members (: it was really fun camwhoring with our batch in our super cold dressing room on the super cold 2nd floor. i won't ever forget these moments we've had together as a batch and i really hope dance night 08 has made us alot more bonded (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sec4s, today was also they're last day as sec4 dancers. even though we aren't extremely close to them, i'm pretty sure i'd miss them alot more and i've already started to anyway so what's the first part of the sentence for. ): thinking about sec4s leaving, dance night being over, going back to schoolwork and pts, boring old school days and dance practs made me cry like nobody's business in our dressing room after influence from shanxijenjiehui who didn't look like she would cry at all. and my mum just said that we were crazy. hmph she doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i can't imagine what i'd do in my life other than dance, though it gives me broken toenails and lots of blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is batch hairstyle day haha jump for joy&lt;br /&gt;batchies please please please send me all the photos you have of dance night i love you guys so sos very very much thanks alot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-3685650430464795560?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3685650430464795560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=3685650430464795560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3685650430464795560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3685650430464795560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-believe-dance-nights-over-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7346448353407496736</id><published>2008-06-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:50:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>countdown: 4 more days&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7346448353407496736?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7346448353407496736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7346448353407496736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7346448353407496736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7346448353407496736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/06/countdown-4-more-days-d.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8505137638092699186</id><published>2008-06-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:15:43.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Batch dance is screwed laoshi and everyone else all said that our formations suck like ****, especially the attempted v-shaped thing ): i'm really sorry that i've been losing my temper with you guys so much these days, especially during batch practs. i really don't wanna miss ballet tomorrow, that means i don't see my teacher for another 3 weeks when i just started to think that ms elyn can be as good as ms emi after some time ): watching cell block makes me really want to start pointe even more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i don't tear my diamonds costume like shans and vanessa cos i almost did while dancing today. pulse is good but i'm afraid we might not have time to finish the choreography. i'm also really blur to all the changes laoshi made today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually don't mind dance till 8pm in school. surprising. haha how fun can walking to the front gate be when there are 2 super paranoid sec2s who just can't stop thinking that there's someone or something following them and another who's afraid that an arrow would just some flying from the sky and pierce her through her heart at 7.45pm when its dark and eerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now fret about next year's subject combi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 8 days, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;but too bad i have to wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8505137638092699186?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8505137638092699186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8505137638092699186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8505137638092699186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8505137638092699186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1309617055630941953?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1309617055630941953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1309617055630941953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1309617055630941953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1309617055630941953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-started-my-science.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SFfT6Gz7gQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FSCDVNQL2oE/s72-c/P1000816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-7900318694557551408</id><published>2008-06-13T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:02:33.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin Heels Rant</title><content type='html'>the latin heels are so tight they turn my poor toes purple and gave me two ugly fat blisters on each foot. i can't even stand properly in them let alone dance. and its not like its normal tight. its like TIGHT tight. seriously tight until your feet go numb but you can feel the excruciating pain at the same time especially at the blisters. wth i'm juat gonna die flat. like seriously how does someone with feet squashed in heels 3 freaking sizes smaller than normal walk properly/without pain? and how exactly do you expect her to even DANCE? on her ten swollen purple toes???!!! tearing her skin more and more by the second???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its practically impossible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7900318694557551408?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7900318694557551408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7900318694557551408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7900318694557551408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7900318694557551408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/06/latin-heels-rant.html' title='Latin Heels Rant'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1035571000473535877</id><published>2008-06-06T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:20:19.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SEkmt2nHxJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/402Z5mHuG_g/s1600-h/poster+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208737013226259602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SEkmt2nHxJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/402Z5mHuG_g/s320/poster+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still madly in love with this movie&lt;br /&gt;its the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movie i've ever watched. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can swear but my parents don't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched it the 2nd time today and it was still as exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;skandar keynes gets hotter and hotter and hotter the more you look at him ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;especially in all the outfits he wore in Narnia and his baddie school uniform! though he looks kinda weird in a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish there'd be some meet-and-greet-the-cast-of-Narnia session in singapore all i want is to see and speak to him in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent the last one and a half hours watching interviews of the Narnia cast on youtube but what a good waste of time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;william and ben are starting to grow on me too but i still think skandar looks the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hotness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1035571000473535877?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1035571000473535877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1035571000473535877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-2488599829963659285</id><published>2008-06-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:51:25.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a picture would be so much better but i can't find any nice/suitable ones so i shall have to make do with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, PRINCE CASPIAN is supremely awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i just can't stop thinking about it ever since i watched the movie on friday while celebrating my cute little cuzzie's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SKANDAR KEYNES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;/&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edmund!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously he's gotten alot hotter and to think that when i watched the first movie in p5, i already thought he was quite &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;good-looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and thank goodness he's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(ideal age!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and not, well, twenty-one. but william mosely is quite hot too. but i think &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;skandar keynes is still alot hotter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes i cried buckets when the narnians were left behind in the castle. who wouldn't? i mean, you'd be heartless if you didn't, wouldn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the ending was such a sweet one but really sad when the four of them were leaving and peter&amp;amp;susan were never coming back! yes i admit i cried at that part too! the voyage of the dawn treader is out in 2010 i can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oh man SKANDAR KEYNES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to big triplet:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skandar keynes IS MINE (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no he's not too old for me, he's too young for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;william mosely is yours!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smallest triplet can have ben barnes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha. oh gosh i can't believe it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;first ever celebrity crush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2488599829963659285?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2488599829963659285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2488599829963659285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2488599829963659285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2488599829963659285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-would-be-so-much-better-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-6419112116969062836</id><published>2008-05-23T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:24:49.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh i TOLD YOU i hate photos where i'm not looking at the camera. URGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit flyer business gahhh. seriously, the pyramid has to go well tomorrow i cannot embarrass myself in front of the whole school and all the sec1s and p6es and their parents! i already did in front of all the cheerleaders from other houses! my gpa is terrible i'm sure my mum will scream the whole house down when she comes home. busy day tomorrow. reach school at 7.20, do hair, costume on standby under pinafore, report to dry lab at 8, then foyer, start school tour until 10, rush to meet other waddle cheerleaders, plaster on makeup in 10 minutes, cheer performance at amphi and kill myself from the lack of stamina to last through the whole routine, 30 min break to revive myself(starve myself since i forgot to order lunch), cheer peformance at hall and murder myself again, 1-3 dance booth that's gonna be so fun HAH i don't know why. suffer from the shock of falling off pyramid (tentative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love mrt-ing with shan&amp;amp;dawn and our stops at tangs to eat eat eat after dance or cheer=D yes i'm a growing kid let me eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not done with packing and seriously its the most stressful part of going overseas, especially without parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays aren't holidays at all. what relax, my foot. 3 PTs thrown at us with math remedial right after hk dance exchange then dance 4 times a week. my feet are getting worse and dance during holidays doesn't help at all. just a 2+min long dance and i'm already dying. add in heels i'll collapse halfway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6419112116969062836?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6419112116969062836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Espressione III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Victoria Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$15 $18 $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Approach any RGdancer to order tickets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RG Dance Night '08 is gonna be a blast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5877537676057120044?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-4653250363886665642</id><published>2008-05-14T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:59:55.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the excitement just builds up even more (: glad that i got into laoshi dance2, but i'm really angry at having to miss latin tomorrow since it means alot of catching up to do, plus i'm at the front with isabelle ): i've really really expanded alot everywhere during the exam period and mummy said that my whole built just grew bigger. O.o i didn't know extreme stress has this effect on people. so now i look funny in ballet i don't know why, everyone else just seems more normal. i have to start dieting to make sure i don't balloon out sideways and frontwards. but i already did i'm so sad! hong kong hong kong hong kong i can't get that out of my mind and i have to bring the handbook wherever i go haha. i wanna start packing already but i don't know how and where to start i need mum's help! i get really paranoid about stuff when i'm packing for anything so i end up bringing extra stuff argh! &lt;strong&gt;i failed math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-4653250363886665642?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4653250363886665642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=4653250363886665642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4653250363886665642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/4653250363886665642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/05/excitement-just-builds-up-even-more.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1908935340128255059</id><published>2008-05-11T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:57:46.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am excitedddd =D about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hong kong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. about open house. about the session with shan+dawn to do our nails after that. about batch pract tomorrow. about (can you believe it?!) latin on thursday. about thursday itself so that i'll be done with geog pt and can continue with gossip girl! hong kong is in exactly 14 days =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance night's gonna be good, i promise. tickets are 15 and 18, sorry about the expensive-ness but we really can't help it since we've to purchase new costumes for every single dance, unlike other musical ccas where wear the same thing for almost the whole performance. come to think of it we don't earn much, actually none at all. please come, its an ssa! (i think) its at vic-t how cool is that? get tickets now! and ask many many people to come along! if you miss this one, you'll have to wait for another 2 years to watch another one snd it won't be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought her lipstick with spf and no doubt she's happy (: i'm thouroughly sick of convergent divergent and transform boundaries argh i hate powerpoints and animations now. don't have anytime to do it on tue and wed and its due on thu so i have to finish it by tomorrow!+ i'm turning into a huge lump of fat by the day i don't think i'll be able to lose anymore weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still can't get over the joy that i got my lipgloss and eyeliner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hoping to grab mac fafi before they stopped production but i'm still super happy that i got the limited edition viva glam VI special edition (yes i have to say it over and over again because i'm so glad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i got 3 pairs of shorts, 2 sweaters, 3 pink shirts and the hoodie i ordered online has arrived and its pretty as could be (: i love shopping with mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to terrible platetectonics which i've barely started. argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1908935340128255059?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1908935340128255059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1908935340128255059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1908935340128255059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1908935340128255059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-excitedddd-d-about-hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2413161990216452531</id><published>2008-05-08T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:14:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm grinning and grinning away to myself like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;mac viva glam VI special edition and skin food black bean eyeliner woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;tried the all over muffin cake from skin food and my goodness it was much much much better than i expected but costs a whooping $45.90! will save up but the only thing is to decide between bronzer or blusher argh! i think bronzer since i have creme blush already =D and i need mascara desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog pt due next wed/thu i can't remember and i don't plan to start yet. freaking math spoilt my end-of-exams mood yesterday but i regained it today after the jab HAH. vaccinations aren't that bad after all (: then sakae with shan jaime elyssa zongqi! and shopping at raffles city with shan&amp;amp;jaime! i burnt a hole in my pocket with my lipgloss eyeliner foooooood and mummy's lipstick. can't believe i spent ninety bucks this week. excluding the jab fees, seventy bucks! argh. tomorrow's gonna be a long day, school till 11, house thing till 12, batch dance till 3 when it was supposed to be marking day at first with only batch dance and lunching with rach/shan/jaime! it BETTER be a holiday on monday WE NEED THE BREAK. my arm is numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2413161990216452531?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-6551513993875572617</id><published>2008-05-06T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:42:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only math left and guess what. nadia broke down silently during philo and sobbed and cried and sobbed to herself throughout the whole thing without anyone noticing. i completely didn't understand what i was actually writing about and there goes my chance of passing. fail=retained. i think i &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; get retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sets and graphs are like rubbish to me how am i going to do the paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get my mac lipgloss tomorrow. hopefully they have fafi cult fave left. i feel like i'm such a noob and so uninformed. argh no i refuse to get hot pink lipgloss. cult fave smells nice and edible hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people slimmed down alot during the exam period but i realised that i have developed a double chin! now i can't wait for dance to start again cos i have to burn off my unseen fats. really really hoping to get in to laoshidance2. i'm sick of people saying "no nadia you're not fat you look anorexic!" and what not. i know my body the best and i know that my tummy's just bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want batch outing on thursday heehee! we gotta rush rush rush batch dance choreo before the hong kong trip. i resolve not to spend unneccessary money on unneccessary things in singapore i will go to hong kong and shop shop shop until i faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm in serious need of stage makeup. can you believe it, no mascara no eyeliner no foundation no lipgloss no hairgel only 1 colour of eyeshadow and a teeny weeny pot of glitter thats not shiny like what the hell i have to keep borrowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must stop snacking on anything edible i see! argh i can't wait for hongkong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-6551513993875572617?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6551513993875572617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=6551513993875572617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6551513993875572617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/6551513993875572617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-math-left-and-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-9100946075542444384</id><published>2008-04-27T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:53:24.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nadia is freaking pissed now because friendster refuses to let her upload her photos, not even one by one because it exceeds the uploading limit. and then nadia's comp refuses to let her resize her photos. then when nadia has finally managed to resize a few photos friendster refuses to let her save it inside her old album and forces her to create a new one. after that, no photos can be uploaded to the new album at all and nadia only has a pathetic number of 9 photos in her page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so nadia is freaking pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-9100946075542444384?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/9100946075542444384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=9100946075542444384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/9100946075542444384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/9100946075542444384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/nadia-is-freaking-pissed-now-because.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-7242740673960048660</id><published>2008-04-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:02:25.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nadia is so dead for history and geography and physics and chinese and literature and math and PHILO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheeeeeeeeeelooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;i miss ballet on sundays&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to rj for lyrical physical practs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rama lama bang bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i suddenly thought of my birthday and how wonderful it would be if its right tomorrow since my birthday means a week right after eoys. i'm sick of school life i'd rather have dance everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/10/1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-7242740673960048660?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7242740673960048660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=7242740673960048660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7242740673960048660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/7242740673960048660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/nadia-is-so-dead-for-history-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5135138557644863077</id><published>2008-04-25T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:40:24.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rj street dance is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unzip my body take my heart out" boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha shanxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5135138557644863077?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5135138557644863077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5135138557644863077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5135138557644863077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5135138557644863077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/rj-street-dance-is-cool-unzip-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8318435165494272801</id><published>2008-04-21T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:46:34.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SAym9mW0cHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hdC82g70Gz8/s1600-h/IMG_4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191708047649828978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SAym9mW0cHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hdC82g70Gz8/s320/IMG_4181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8318435165494272801?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8318435165494272801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8318435165494272801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8318435165494272801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8318435165494272801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drXxaZBGBZM/SAym9mW0cHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hdC82g70Gz8/s72-c/IMG_4181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-8072858415196265528</id><published>2008-04-16T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:04:38.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear dear ting fang got me hooked to skinfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must start saving up for their &lt;em&gt;all over muffin cake, soft mousse shadow &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;lip glitter star.&lt;/em&gt; and check regularly that they don't disappear from the shelves completely even before the mya period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latest obsession&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8072858415196265528?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8072858415196265528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8072858415196265528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8072858415196265528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8072858415196265528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-dear-ting-fang-got-me-hooked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-3039332602885581903</id><published>2008-04-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:40:14.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as fun as last year's and i kinda got lost alot in RI. tried looking for pri school classmates but tada none. the walk-a-jog was basically quite. um. unlike a walk-a-jog and more of. a walk. yep nice t-shirt! psb coconuts got sold out before the end of ORA and we were partying with ice until selene found another box of coconuts! i am happy since i bought a rafflesian badge from RIPB and the prefect who sold it to me was nice and gentlemanly and not the typical ri kind (quite special) and i highly suspect he's sec2 too cos he still has the nice cute little baby-face-look and his voice hasn't broken yet! haha its amazing how someone like me notices these details. and i saw him get dunked poor thing he looked so nervous. i thought psb was doing the dunking thing at first how come it turned out to be pb. i know his name i shan't tell you and i hope i won't forget it he doesn't know mine. but don't ever ever EVER think wrong i am not such a wrong person. got a pretty arm painting i think its cool and special no one else had it! yes i am so looking forward to next year's ORA. we should have more joint events with ri and rj actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance rehearsal at rj tomorrow from 6 to 9. terribly pooped from the week and ballet exam is in 2 days. haven't started lit pt yet die die die goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-3039332602885581903?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-4569647232656394759</id><published>2008-04-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T05:51:25.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>batch dance sucked today i felt like peeing while waiting for the music to start. timing was totally horrible only 2 out of 11 managed to do the new part at the correct counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am happy cos i got a preeettty hairband which i paid only 5 bucks for when it cost 14 bucks at six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 tomorrow then rj dance rehearsal i'll stink up the whole of the gym and rj man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me good luck and hope i don't vomit after running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i don't really care about getting gold anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batch dance choreo and lit pt again. grah i haven't started i am so disappointed in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet exam next monday i'm freaking out cos last 2nd pract is tomorrow and i'm missing it because of 2.4 and rehearsal and mummy won't be able to stay with me throughout the time i'm at the studio cos she can't take leave and is flying off to kl the next day.  tada first ballet exam without mummy i doubt my other groupmates will have their parents with them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh i forgot plies diediedie and i do almost every excercise solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lit pt&lt;br /&gt;2. ballet exam&lt;br /&gt;3. batch dance choreo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-4569647232656394759?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4569647232656394759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batch dance + lit pt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can be more stressful???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-3612455483513114638?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3612455483513114638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=3612455483513114638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3612455483513114638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/3612455483513114638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2866880871149167071</id><published>2008-04-04T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:09:22.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything ended today in just that 2 and a half minutes on the track and i just can't accept the fact that cheerleading is over. it was what i looked forward to every week and what kept me going in school and in homework and PTs. it was also the most enjoyable among all my other commitments whcih seem to have taken over my whole life and left little space for free or study time. i did really badly for term1 exams and i have a feeling that its because of all these commitments. i'm certain everything would be different without cheerleading on mondays and its that feeling of nostalgia, as though i'd never have cheerleading again. even practices next year won't be the same without the sec4s around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when i reached home from cheerleading dinner, i just felt like collapsing on the sofa and never wake up ever again. i guess this is the worst kind of stress i have ever had in my whole life. even eya stress feels much less than this and i have never admited that i felt stressed before. the thought of lit pt, being icyl welcome dinner i/c, open house i/c, ora psb booth proposal, geog pt and everything else made me feel like crying during dinner but i held the tears back because of all the make-up. i just had to let everything out when i was in the bathroom at home and this was the 2nd time i've broken down this week. the coming deadlines for almost everything is a day away, and i have 7 pieces of homework to complete by monday. considering how busy i am on weekends, that just makes everything worse. i haven't gotten ready for psl sessions or diamonds pract tomorrow. neither have i gotten my koro costume and my group's meeting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.lit pt&lt;br /&gt;2.open house proposal&lt;br /&gt;3.ora psb booth proposal&lt;br /&gt;4.geog pt&lt;br /&gt;5.diamonds&lt;br /&gt;6.batch dance choreo&lt;br /&gt;7.koro costume&lt;br /&gt;8.icyl welcome dinner proposal&lt;br /&gt;9.7 pieces of homework&lt;br /&gt;10.normal STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great that's exactly what i need to waste my tears and shorten my life. i miss cheerleading so badly and that began right after we performed. now i feel like breaking down again and i doubt anyone will even understand how i feel at all. since everyone's all "oh nadia doesn't mean what she says! she's always exaggerating!" and that's how annoying it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my performer shirt back. i cost 17 bucks out of my mum's pocket and i already feel bad for spending so much money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2866880871149167071?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2866880871149167071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2866880871149167071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2866880871149167071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2866880871149167071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything-ended-today-in-just-that-2.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-3792183105840489834</id><published>2008-03-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:04:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read my previous post and i realised that i was being extremely mean. just to let you know, i didn't mean it, don't take it to heart. please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to chionging physics pt before mummy flies off to KL. then lit pt after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. such fun. and what great times i'm gonna have with my thumbdrive computer and printer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-5353299018546072374</id><published>2008-03-16T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:02:30.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel very very indignant/angry/bad-tempered/don't know what's the correct word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened to chance upon sec1s' blogs and urgh. i realise that most of them want to be psls and dadidadida but they don't realise that its not just about laughing and doing silly stuff and being nice and feeling popular cos alll your sec1s love you to bits and cheer like mad for you during sli. being a psl actually involves lots and lots of work and isn't as simple as it seems to be. worse still, i came across a few who seemed like "i want to be a waddle cheerleader cos i think being a cheerleader will make everyone think that i'm hot sexy and curvy and everyone will worcship me and love me so much that they want to kiss my toes" urgh. i am exaggerating but that shows how disgusted i feel now. i could have been like that when i was sec1 but at least i don't let the whole world know that i want to be a psl or a waddle cheerleader. i get very irritated when sec1s tell the whole world that i want to be this or i want to do that and they treat everything very flippantly and aren't serious about it at all they think everythings as easy as primary school standards. go away its damn disgusting. but anyway, i AM a jpsl and waddle cheerleader so too bad if you think i don't deserve to be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. i'm done ranting. you know that i don't mean anything when i rant. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5353299018546072374?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35903359.post-2373281549620936227</id><published>2008-03-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T06:23:40.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance camp juiced all the energy i had out of me. explainable since i suffered from mosquito bites on my forehead throughout the whole night in the ks chee then had cheer pract at toa payoh after camp then went home and did ICYL stuff until 12 plus and woke up at 8 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CmPS proposal is stressing me out but yes i really hope we get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggae workshop was quite fun but the instructor was. erm. disturbing. couldn't move the neccessary body part properly because of the fall i had last saturday which cracked my tailbone. didn't get reggae but got latin instead! quite weird counting the fact that i put in more effort for reggae than latin. but yet again, both are COOL. in different ways of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icebreakers. was quite a success counting the fact that i was worrying and stressing out so much about the thickness of wacko sticks, music for musical twin towers, options for queen of sheba and twister which we didn't play haha. i think duck duck goose is goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station games was fun and not tiring at all since i was a station mistress! sushi-shopping was turned into "your task for this station is to look for nadia in isetan" by shiharn! haha and the groups were all, "she was shopping inside okay! SHOPPING!" poor wenying got saboed to do reggae dance for almost all her forfeits haha who ask her to dance so well. and now i know the story of lynn's dimple and she's very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach was growling and growling and growling during centrestage. and nice nice kunhang smsed me to ask whether our batch was hungry haha she's so nice she saved my life. plus dawn's and shanxi's and meiyi's! pearl milk tea and chips! thank you kunhang i forgot to pay you for the bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a glutton cos i ate 3 chocolate bars, 8 fried mars balls, chocolate ice cream. why's everything chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye reggae fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooooo LATIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2373281549620936227?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2373281549620936227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2373281549620936227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2373281549620936227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2373281549620936227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-wonderful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1375348736901901308</id><published>2008-02-29T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:40:31.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finishing a whole 473ml tub of haagen daz macadamia nut ice cream wan't my idea of an afternoon cooped up at home studying geog. oh well what can i do when i'm alone at home, feeling lazy, extremely hungry and sweating alot? what's more i LOVE haagen daz macadamia nut ice cream. i couldn't resist the temptation! (tere's another 473ml tub of strawberry ice cream in the freezer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please stop me. quick. before its too late. i'm getting off the chair and walking towards the kitchen soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1375348736901901308?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1375348736901901308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1375348736901901308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1375348736901901308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1375348736901901308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/02/finishing-whole-473ml-tub-of-haagen-daz.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-9188614626654733083</id><published>2008-02-29T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:13:54.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what's gotten into me but now, i feel so shallow and slow. it seems as though i have lost the ability to be coherent in essays as well as being able to memorise anything. almost couldn't finish my chinese paper on wednesday didn't complete the history paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably get 2m for the first question and 2m for the 2nd. the last, which i did not complete, would most probably get me 3m at most since i didn't have time to write the example and elaboration of the 2nd point, the purpose and the conclusion. what a good way to throw away marks. so altogether 7 out of 15. perhaps i'm just too used to being able to finish my paper on time such that i really dilly-dallied my way through till the end. to think i was even hoping that this SA would go as well as all that i had last year, which i had only about 1 or 2 marks taken off the whole score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried my goodbyes to gpa4.0 after the invigilator collected our scripts. there's nothing i can do other than hope for the best. and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the terrorist who escaped is giving me the creeps. the mrt seems quite  dangerous place to be in now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-9188614626654733083?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/9188614626654733083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=9188614626654733083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/9188614626654733083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/9188614626654733083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-whats-gotten-into-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-1502134372025364048</id><published>2008-02-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:30:36.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised this is a little overdue. no very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation seemed so short i can't believe its over. i still keep thinking about how we scared the sec1s with our low and loud Raffles cheers. and i keep thining of missing lessons for RI sessions and debriefs and concert prep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say that i love 101'08 (: my sec1s are so cute i love them so much. 101 has really grown and bonded alot since the first time they stepped into RGS till now. just that you naughty little sec1s are really forgetful and always don't turn off the aircon!!!  yes but i have to say that 101 is really the bestest of the bestest class of the sec1'08 batch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my affinity with 101. quite unexplainable. yes. number1, i was put in 101 on my own reporting day last year then transferred to 113. number2, i was allocated to 101 for my term3 SL duties last year! number3, i'm JPSL of 101'08!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab and i were in 113 and irina was 113's JPSL last year.&lt;br /&gt;sab's 101's PIT and i'm 101's JPSL and irina's 101's PSL.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to every saturday since there's cheerleading and psl sessions from 7 to 12 plus. better than gaining weight at home. ankle hurts after dance pract today where i injured my ligament 1 year ago. sec1 juniors are really nice (: nasty sec4s tried to act scary before pract but failed! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-pieces-of-homework i'm not touching you at all i don't care even though you are only 3-pieces. i love my tv and comp and umbrella more. even though the umbrella is nasty when i do all for one's routine at the actual speed. i mixed the steps for extra+hey you and the right temperature+hello up i need someone to remind me which is which again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry and there's nothing to eat at home except for cranberries which i don't really feel like eating now and i can't go out at 11.30 pm just to eat. cny celebrations at RG tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-1502134372025364048?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1502134372025364048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=1502134372025364048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1502134372025364048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/1502134372025364048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-realised-this-is-little-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-8053222498229757301</id><published>2008-01-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:32:06.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really nice to see 101 blossom from 35 quiet little sec1s to 1 bunch of noisy big little juniors! omg i love them so much their so enthu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda glad that dance pract has started already but i'm back to the stress of trying to remember the routines and making sure that our batch dance won't be CMI! Sec1s will be auditioning tomorrow and tuesday! but poor poor Sec2s don't get to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why? cause when we were auditioning last year, all the levels were there! and ms kum said we cannot make the sec1s stressed and scare them away with all of us going! but we almost got scared away last year! so sec2s are the most pitiful since we got stressed and never got to watch auditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I AM FUMING MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to miss cheer pract tomorrow because of orientation debrief which was supposed to be until 2.50 but i received an email saying that it starts at 3pm instead! and cheer pract starts at 3, ends at 5, plus i need to leave early for ballet at 4.10 you tell me how i'm going to catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you they'll just kick me off the team or not consider putting me in the competing team since i don't know my steps at all. and also because i'm this super irritating member who doesn't have any commitment to cheerleading cos she's too busy with other commitments which are so troublesome and bla bla bla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-8053222498229757301?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8053222498229757301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=8053222498229757301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8053222498229757301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/8053222498229757301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-really-nice-to-see-101-blossom-from.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-2851785490427983889</id><published>2007-12-21T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:24:14.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class allocation is out and i am depressed! so little good friends in my class and the rest fly over to 211. 211 has so many nice nice people! lowyingxin, selenesay, shaowei, tiffanykoh!!!!!! and joietanmingyan and alot alot other nice nice people i'm so sad!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eenette now i know how you feel!!! don't be too sad over your class allocation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THERE ARE NO DANCERS IN MY CLASS I'M EVEN SADDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S ONLY JANNE AND ME IN PSB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY? I WANT LOWYINGXIN SELENESAY SHAOWEI TIFFANYKOH JOIETANMINGYAN!!!!! WHY DID YOU ALL FLY TO 211???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope 213 is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-2851785490427983889?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2851785490427983889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=2851785490427983889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2851785490427983889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/2851785490427983889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2007/12/class-allocation-is-out-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</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-35903359.post-5069705983473016803</id><published>2007-11-16T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:47:58.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel bored bored bored bored bored. there's nothing to do at home except watching some gong hong kong drama serials and convincing my cousin that gep will be fun. not that i've experienced it lah but its just to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe life would be less boring with my littleler cousin coming to my aunt's house on monday onwards. she's so cute you know she follows everything we do and starts singing humpty dumpty when we ask her where's her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dance pract today except that only my batch came to choreograph our batch dance. then like what. how many people came? 5 out of 11. so pathetic right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored! i want to go shopping! but so sadly no on can come with me cause miranda yeo is at her tribune chalet and all my close close friends cannot go out. then if i go with my mummy i'll feel so guilty cause i will buy alot of clothes that usually cost quite alot and i did that alot of times already. but if i go with my daddy it won't be fun cause i can't do stupid things and bitch about like i do with my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm stuck at home with my tv and computer which expose me to alot of radiation that. er. isn't very good for my health. and my laptop's e key has a problem and i have to press very hard to get the dumb letter to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wasted time cartwheeling and frontwalking and backwalking about during dance pract and i finally succeeded doing a bridge standing up. ahhh shanxi jen i can't stand you how come you can do bridge and frontwalk and backwalk and splits so well!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell flat on my back while trying to do frontwalk and felt like someone sqeezed my lungs till there was no air left. and shanxi was like "ehh i want to try backwalk". then she just bended into a bridge and flipped over like nothing at all. argh!!! then before that she did frontwalk like nothing at all also and told us that she followed what meiyi did and it was very simple and you just need to kick harder and arch your back and it was the first time she did it. i was like what the hell lah i feel so pathetic and i got no more air in my lungs somemore!!! shanxi jen i can't stand you!!! (i can sit you haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we came back from lunch shanxi went for dental appointment so the four of us start doing front somersaults in the gym way where we run then jump on the springy before somersaulting onto the crash mats. but i was like damn fun and easier than whatever frontwalk or backwalk or bridge lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i still feel bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35903359-5069705983473016803?l=naddie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5069705983473016803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35903359&amp;postID=5069705983473016803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5069705983473016803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35903359/posts/default/5069705983473016803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddie-.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819733571701360987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
