<?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-2319171277487778126</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:56:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pixelatingthings;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-1048596671078557131</id><published>2010-02-06T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:04:05.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b-b-b-bored.</title><content type='html'>abcdefgbored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katekyo hitman reborn's manga pwns the anime one. i haven't watched the anime since ages ago. meh. the manga pwns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored. lost the mood to do homework, yay.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wonder which class would win the noticeboard thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1048596671078557131?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1048596671078557131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-b-b-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1048596671078557131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1048596671078557131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-b-b-bored.html' title='b-b-b-bored.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6401500949211777021</id><published>2010-01-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:10:31.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackmailing samantha.</title><content type='html'>headache-ish tuition class today. revision &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt; after like 2 weeks, we're still doing revision. heng next week starting on new topic -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can blackmail samantha now lah, but i don't think i would unless i really need to. breathe a freaking sigh of relief, samantha. i won't tell anyone how you fell so freaking awkwardly -cough cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think samantha can freaking predict &lt;i&gt;bad luck&lt;/i&gt; eh. when i told her my legs hurt since thursday's little stupid fall, she said casually, or more like, bluntly,"&lt;i&gt;what if the lifts don't work?&lt;/i&gt;" and guess what, that remark of hers came true. so we ended up having to freaking climb up 5 storeys just to get to tuition class. shit much xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i think samantha could make a preetty good fortune teller in the future. or something. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6401500949211777021?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6401500949211777021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/blackmailing-samantha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6401500949211777021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6401500949211777021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/blackmailing-samantha.html' title='blackmailing samantha.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-786187711217053010</id><published>2010-01-29T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:00:19.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noticeboard. wdf.</title><content type='html'>this week is crazy. like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, did the NE messages for the ne board, then slacked, random-ed, whatever you say it. then sharmaine and co came back from simei and did the main board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the freaking long story short. any i have learnt a bloody important lesson today. &lt;b&gt;when you freaking want to take bus number 3 home, wait till it comes. don't take any other bloody bus.&lt;/b&gt; why? cos i decided that 3 would took a long time so i took 89 instead. and when we were at a traffic light, i saw the bloody 3 next to our bus. pwnage moment. so had to walk to my freaking block, instead of taking bus no. 3 and dropping off right in front of the f.ing block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB. DUMB. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 tests next week. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-786187711217053010?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/786187711217053010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/noticeboard-wdf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/786187711217053010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/786187711217053010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/noticeboard-wdf.html' title='noticeboard. wdf.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6153801119111459844</id><published>2010-01-16T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:40:47.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition.</title><content type='html'>i had a headache in tuition today, oh, &lt;i&gt;how great&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;s&gt;fortunately&lt;/s&gt; unfortunately, samantha had it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my goodness. tuition today was revision of the chapters we did for the past 1-2 months. it was, how to describe it, &lt;b&gt;sadistically boring as hell&lt;/b&gt;. headache + revision = no-no. and samantha abandoned me in the end D: -throws knives at her- no lah, jk. she went to tampines with her friend : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to forgive and forget, isn't it? &lt;b&gt;but it seems too hard to do so because of your pride, am i right?&lt;/b&gt; the more you keep doing this, the more people will look down on you. i am one of those many people. this is just my personal thought, it's my blog after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't i being so bored today, posting this crap? well yes. going to study physics and make some notes later. also studying history, home econs (i know it's a freaking open book test but it's harmless anyway), and maybe maths if there's time. i can't afford to slack like this too often. and as i mentioned to alecia and some other peepos a few days ago, &lt;i&gt;i'll rather sleep than play the computer right now.&lt;/i&gt; it's just that i don't feel sleepy now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6153801119111459844?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6153801119111459844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6153801119111459844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6153801119111459844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuition.html' title='tuition.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3457845147461710621</id><published>2010-01-15T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:10:29.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broccoli.</title><content type='html'>i have a headache. a. freaking. headache. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i have no idea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was random-ing going blog hopping to dead blogs, when i realised that someone spammed the class tagboard. &lt;i&gt;hey look at it from another perspective, people probably not from OUR class are viewing OUR class blog!&lt;/i&gt; isn't it just wonderful how others actually care about what's happening in our class? &lt;b&gt;not that i wish to butt in anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the point is, if they write something negative about our class, what's the point of scolding them back, huh? the bastard behind the screen would most probably be giggling at you losing your self-control over something written on the internet. pfft. it would make them happier if you replied, right? but what the shit would it do to you? will it freaking make YOU happy? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of it as, ignoring = you being happy. who the hell does not want to be happy now D: since school is getting crappier anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, fun part today. discussing ipw. there were like how many people tagging along lah, lol. i think it was me, melissa, samantha, emma, kaikang, jonathan, benjamin and jiawei, if i'm not mistaken. pro lah. in pasir ris library, we got chased out. WTF ENOUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the tampines library. we ALMOST GOT CHASED OUT. HECK, WE WEREN'T EVEN TALKING. OKAY. &lt;b&gt;oh and apparently that librarian who tried to chase us out looked almost the same as the one that chased me, melissa, peizhen, christina and alecia out of the pasir ris library the other day, WHEN WE WERE ALREADY GOING TO LEAVE. LIKE LOLS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just to let you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fish breeding = hard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. kind of, judging from the books we borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i think my shoulders are going to fall apart soon. they hurt so effing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND ONE MORE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;we have invented the term, "broccoli", with a whole new and fresh meaning! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how nice is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an inside joke about the brothers owning a broccoli farm. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3457845147461710621?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3457845147461710621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/broccoli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3457845147461710621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3457845147461710621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/broccoli.html' title='broccoli.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7511921681775292321</id><published>2010-01-14T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:03:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar.</title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY GUIDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY WAS THE FUNNIEST YET MOST SADISTIC GUIDES SESSION OF MY ENTIRE SEC SCHOOL LIFE. YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only samantha, me, and joey, knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were made to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;penguin walk for a few metres.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go in front a group of guys and do some spinning thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sexy pose and say your name in front of them ( or do 20 pumpings, which i did. lmao)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sexy pose in front of another group of guides (fionn, yan er and desiree xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pole dance on some random lamp -me and samantha-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run to the gates and come back because i couldn't pole dance. YOU SHOULD HAVE WATCHED SAMANTHA POLE DANCE MAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, huiying the PL, said that samantha has MUSCLES. MUSCLES. YES. /facepalms future bodybuilder? &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7511921681775292321?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7511921681775292321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7511921681775292321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7511921681775292321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/liar.html' title='liar.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4948267641489856474</id><published>2010-01-13T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:03:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who wants to collapse from exhaustion?</title><content type='html'>lessons + ipw + afternoon programme + guides (doing drills) tomorrow = undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me cringe so freaking hard no matter what point i look at it from. actually i only imagine myself collapsing in horror during guides. seriously. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we just stop this shit D:&lt;br /&gt;the shit ain't schoolwork, but still important stuff. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4948267641489856474?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4948267641489856474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-wants-to-collapse-from-exhaustion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4948267641489856474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4948267641489856474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-wants-to-collapse-from-exhaustion.html' title='who wants to collapse from exhaustion?'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4561365907888692174</id><published>2010-01-09T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:47:13.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>this would probably be one of the last "boredom" moments of this year since we all know that this is &lt;i&gt;streaming year&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from monday onwards we have to nerdify ourselves or what o_o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn when is katekyo hitman reborn going to come out. there's nothing to do &lt;s&gt;except for eating&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='boredom.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4250447264708065787</id><published>2010-01-08T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:01:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies (finally i bothered).</title><content type='html'>they will be in epic blockquotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;emmarella&lt;/b&gt; i am not a lesbian. LOL. you were so freaked out. i should try a career in acting next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chloe&lt;/b&gt; my (other retarded) name is &lt;u&gt;dixx&lt;/u&gt;. not dick. thanks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sharmaine&lt;/b&gt; bring what o_o'' and the gng gng gng thing is pure LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;peizhen&lt;/b&gt; yes i will torture emma : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt; hello -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it in random order o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4250447264708065787?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4250447264708065787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tag-replies-finally-i-bothered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4250447264708065787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4250447264708065787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tag-replies-finally-i-bothered.html' title='tag replies (finally i bothered).'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2406212911945902137</id><published>2010-01-08T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:55:20.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many ****ing things.</title><content type='html'>today, so many fucked up things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the positions of chairman, vicechairman, secretary and treasurers were announced. &lt;i&gt;what the fucking fuck _|_&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the new timetable. &lt;b&gt;what saddens me is that there is no more mrs adris, mr leong, mr sheun, ms nur and our art teacher.&lt;/b&gt; it's just too....&amp;amp;*%*$%^&amp;amp;^*$*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATS KAIKANG :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2406212911945902137?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2406212911945902137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-many-ing-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2406212911945902137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2406212911945902137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-many-ing-things.html' title='so many ****ing things.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5134328505895814460</id><published>2010-01-07T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:17:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn and kill them.</title><content type='html'>today.. was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping the school part, let's talk albout.. what we did in peizhen's house o_o'' well alecia and peizhen took my water bottle and journal so i had to go over to her house to get it back -_-'' so when me and melissa arrived, we asked qianhui to open the door and she did, kind right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we scared alecia who was in the room using the computer to do her geography homework. like, -creeps up to her and screams at her-. ARGH IT WAS GOOD &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to burn and kill people. guess who? -kufufufu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we played blind mice outside her house, and there was this dog at another flat, like as in, outside the flat -__- without a leash, probably. you should know how scared i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5134328505895814460?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5134328505895814460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/burn-and-kill-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5134328505895814460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5134328505895814460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/burn-and-kill-them.html' title='burn and kill them.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2438282350014980124</id><published>2010-01-06T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:29:25.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emmarella. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emma(rella)&lt;/span&gt; is scared of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melissa, christina, and myself&lt;/span&gt;. -beams proudly-&lt;br /&gt;why? we were scaring her by singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which sounded more like shouting or screaming, maybe shrieking)&lt;/span&gt; the lyrics of &lt;u&gt;bad romance&lt;/u&gt;, many many times over, from white sands all the way to her house,complete with exaggerated expressions. funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to dear emmarella's house today with pz, alecia, melissa and christina. we played monopoly. 4 of them ganged up on me and melissa. -sigh- unfair. 'cos we were playing random songs it was... pretty hilarious when it came to sorry sorry. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, christina stood up and started dancing. yeah. like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just write till here because i am exhausted. like, daaaaamn exhausted. by the way, if you have no clue as to who emmarella is, it's emma. it's easy to guess, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, it's a second blockquote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway went miss emmarella went to find mr raj, some of us were there doing one of the cheers we learnt. then went mr gng was somewhere near us christina was like, "&lt;i&gt;gng gng gng&lt;/i&gt;" i'm like, whaat the?! then we saw mr gng there, lfmao. then he was like, "are you all trying to fly?" 'cos we were doing that cheer and it probably looked like we were trying to fly or something to him. he even did the flying thing with his hands. damn it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my i don't like ms rafidah. her lessons.. are boring. or should i say in a more well-mannered way : &lt;i&gt;her lessons are dry&lt;/i&gt;. and it's not a label, but a feedback ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT EDIT EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoting christina's humble words,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;When i'm happy, i eat.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sad, i eat.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm stressed, i eat.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should be the correct way of life you &lt;s&gt;stick-like skinny people -glares at melissa and kimberly, lol-&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2438282350014980124?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2438282350014980124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/emmarella-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2438282350014980124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2438282350014980124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/emmarella-lol.html' title='emmarella. LOL.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2245383331272329288</id><published>2010-01-04T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:54:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2e1</title><content type='html'>bleh. not used to being called 2e1. or sec 2 for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, we moved back to our original seats back last year, well, there's a little bit more win coming from the fan now but, sigh, i really wished we could change our seating arrangement. and you know, our other form teacher/coform, looks so pale. &lt;b&gt;scary sort pale&lt;/b&gt;. although i don't think we really need a coform, we're coping &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; well now, no? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my god, seriously, i pin my so-called fringe up already still say it's not acceptable? my first thought was like,"?!", then it became,"!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()" so when that guy told me to stand up i just stood like i did nothing wrong because i don't think i did anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the juniors. they look blur (well they're supposed to anyway, it's called the &lt;u&gt;first day&lt;/u&gt; for a reason) and just confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i will try and put all my effort into doing anything that has got to do with ipw because it's 1) important and 2) i hope it will be fun. if not.. oh and kaikang please finish up the proposal. thanks :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M KIND OF GLAD I'M SITTING NEXT TO EMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. i don't know why. &lt;s&gt;hehe i can torment her&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2245383331272329288?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2245383331272329288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/2e1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2245383331272329288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2245383331272329288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/2e1.html' title='2e1'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2627102599580147443</id><published>2010-01-03T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:51:37.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's reopening tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>so, most of the homework's done, except for chinese, which i'm not going to do until probably i see manymany others handing up. so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed up till maybe 2am last night to do the geography pairwork thing, just the last part, and i kind of copied most of the info from the geography textbook (like everyone else), and i included it in the bibliography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess we're all going to see each other again in school tomorrow, i could say i'm happy, meeting the people in class again after 2 months? but of course the homework just kills it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no katekyo hitman reborn this week. oh, how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till i get my hands on the sony ericsson aino in march ;) or should i get satio ._. because both looks awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2627102599580147443?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2627102599580147443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-reopening-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2627102599580147443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2627102599580147443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-reopening-tomorrow.html' title='school&apos;s reopening tomorrow.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7553681981255431179</id><published>2009-12-30T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:53:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework (again!)</title><content type='html'>the most common and annoying thought in my mind now is obviously HOMEWORK. i know probably half of the class (the nerds) have already done their homework, but obviously i haven't. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; i'm nearly finishing my maths, borrowed a book from the library that is somehow related to the history homework with melissa yesterday, finished my english compre and the summary draft, geography pairwork almost done, but the individual one, haven't started on it yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, yes, chinese&lt;/span&gt;. /facepalms. i will do it last. LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice way to end the year *A*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7553681981255431179?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7553681981255431179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7553681981255431179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7553681981255431179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-again.html' title='homework (again!)'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6927752758000193213</id><published>2009-12-28T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:37:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf homework.</title><content type='html'>i hate homework. i really do. and i can't believe i'm ending this year doing my homework and tiring myself out like that. maybe i should continue doing my maths now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omfg the guy that won singapore idol yesterday? i don't know what to say because i don't watch singapore idol because i think it is a complete waste of time. i think taufik from the first season was the only one who had talent and who could actually sing. lmao. although i respect those who entered singapore idol for having the guts to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but personally the girl (sylvia's her name, right?) should have won yesterday. sigh, all the hype about a "female winner".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6927752758000193213?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6927752758000193213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6927752758000193213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6927752758000193213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-homework.html' title='wtf homework.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1257120069434312850</id><published>2009-12-25T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:58:33.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy your time unwrapping gifts (i guess all of you received a hell lot lah), cos all my christmas gifts are like chocolates. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was wondering, just a few days ahead and it would already be 2010. then there would be all that new year's resolution thing going on when everyone would be proclaiming what they are doing to &lt;s&gt;achieve world domination&lt;/s&gt; make the world a better place lah. so i'll do mine right now 'cos i actually have nothing to do before i go to church in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the intro of the essay. o.o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, 2009 has been a really hectic year, with the adjusting-to-the-secondary-school-life thing and the make-new-friends and stuff. then there was the immature name-calling and and bitching back which almost everyone did, well, me included (and therefore i apologise for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i made new friends, 'cos i started in haising knowing nobody, then gradually we knew one another and formed a good friendship with each other o_o'' but we still had people who we hated to the core and etcetcetc, but in the end we found out who were the real friends and who were the fake, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; grateful to everyone who helped me get through the damn crappy times in school, like when we copied and chionged homework from each other in the morning when we reached school, just to name one of the most common ones. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the good times were alwaays present. like the &lt;u&gt;batam camp&lt;/u&gt;. which was really very fun since we could bond with people who we weren't close with. for me, i gotten to know christina a whole lot better, like her sleeptalking, lmao. also there were the movie outings, the neoprints taking, the go-to-whitesands-after-school thing, and that time during midyear, the sauce-sugar-creamer-randomcrap mixture thing in macdonalds. seriously that was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINE. ENOUGH WITH THE ESSAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2010 i shall :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not make life difficult for the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study study study study. you get the point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save money. like mad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try to be more environmentally-friendly and save the planet...kind of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise. and not be lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;okay i shall try to do most of them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is probably my last blog post of the year.&lt;br /&gt;sort of going to miss 2009, and all the things we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1257120069434312850?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1257120069434312850/comments/default' title='Post 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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-2319171277487778126.post-3450323395765991959</id><published>2009-12-24T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:50:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>un-zombie mode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE YOZ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will blog about camp and life tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost 3kg in 3 days. epic win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;homework chionging festival.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;are you taking part?&lt;/i&gt;(well of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;it's like 11:48pm now.&lt;br /&gt;oh hail the laziest blogskin ever made.&lt;br /&gt;and the snow falling effect thing is really weird looking if you use mff but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall eat my &lt;s&gt;dinner&lt;/s&gt; supper &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;(to be honest, i ate nothing but soup and chocolate the whole day. lmao)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3450323395765991959?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3450323395765991959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-zombie-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3450323395765991959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3450323395765991959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-zombie-mode.html' title='un-zombie mode.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3721537008779288691</id><published>2009-12-01T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:24:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>so, i went to buy the school books and stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i went to the bookshop, i saw sjab people sitting at the canteen/linkway area there. then i noticed melissa. lol. she seemed to be enjoying herself : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay random. see? anyway she didn't see me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to indonesia tomorrow. probably won't go on the internet much (grandparents' house doesn't have internet connection -_-'') but i'll be online every 3 days or so .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i have less than 50 dollars for the whole 2 weeks. 30 dollars was leftover money from batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i can talk to faith 'cos she is going to hongkong on a school trip tomorrow too x_x&lt;br /&gt;damn. i also cant play cs. lol. -addict-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3721537008779288691?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3721537008779288691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3721537008779288691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3721537008779288691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5014157700124815154</id><published>2009-11-30T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:06:24.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house.</title><content type='html'>LOL. people actually came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i just slacked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be going on a holiday on 2 dec -which is 2 days' away- and only be coming back 2 weeks later..&lt;br /&gt;so for those of you who want to steal my crops. go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. kaikang don't tell me to "do research on ipw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please define research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5014157700124815154?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5014157700124815154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5014157700124815154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5014157700124815154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-house.html' title='open house.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8778393222252502273</id><published>2009-11-24T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:42:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>country story for people who are bored.</title><content type='html'>this post is inspired by melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not writing about the class outing because i'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SwvTscEvq2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/AIsDXLVC5ro/s1600/cs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SwvTscEvq2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/AIsDXLVC5ro/s320/cs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407648537992211298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accept donations of random stuff. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA WHY ARE YOU SO RICH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do addicts like you have a lot of coins?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i steal crops at 11pm up till 2am sometimes lol.&lt;br /&gt;insomniac huh ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so this is all i'm doing each day.&lt;br /&gt;wake up at random times, bathe, play cs, and then just stare at the computer screen. thank god i'm going on holiday next next week. i would die if i had to continue this crapped up routine. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i stalk random people's trees in cs. so yeah : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably won't post anything until i get out of this routine.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8778393222252502273?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8778393222252502273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/country-story-for-people-who-are-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8778393222252502273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a new blogskin when i get my netbook back after it's done with repairing. they had to replace the motherboard, wtcrap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;class outing tmr, meet melissa and peizhen and alecia (?) to go to the arcade xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do geog homework with melissa on thursday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;complete&lt;/b&gt; the rest of the homework by saturday. start on friday. &gt;D being too harsh on myself? no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;save enough money for shopping in bandung. 2-16 dec.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack stuff for camp. lol kiasuism.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get sony ericsson aino/satio on my birthday, pretty much confirmed. x_x''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do not stick to sleeping at 2am everyday and waking up at 12pm the next day. screws up your brain cells.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk to faith. haven't been on msn for a few days cos i can't rmb my password, it's auto login on my netbook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; get birthday present for christina. &gt;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i'm going to do this quiz from honghui's blog to kill time. and then maybe i would sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who i kissed last. my soft toy? o_o wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;only when i have time. i wake up late everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;bored. BOREEEEEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;design on my wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?&lt;br /&gt;anything can lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;br /&gt;i remember being back in harris resort with the whole sec 1 cohort again, and we were just playing and running around, lol. if only it really took place, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you craving for right now?&lt;br /&gt;the ability to do my effing homework.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe soft shell crabs and sushi ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you floss?&lt;br /&gt;sadly no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you talked on aim?&lt;br /&gt;you mean msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you emotional?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. emily is classified as crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you dance to the taco song?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. when i couldn't sleep. i counted all the way till 6000 lots of times. i'm an insomniac D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;br /&gt;lick. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;no. i want to cut it &lt;s&gt;really short&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;in some ways, yes. like my ability to get addicted to pointless arcade games that gives out sweets. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;nah, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;country story background music .____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;2. sad. but next year should be going to korea or japan xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;more like biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you throw potatoes at him?&lt;br /&gt;NO ._. I COULD GIVE THEM TO THE 1 BILLION STARVING PEOPLE ON EARTH X_X why is this in caps?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?&lt;br /&gt;my necklace o_o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever been in a castle?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;not a fan, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who sits in behind you in your math class?&lt;br /&gt;low kai kang. the really short guy that doesn't get noticed my miss lee (presumably cos i'm tall) when she gives out worksheets in class. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. last year at amanda's party. that day i got splashed water at by everybody ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;water gun and 1-dollar already spoilt toy gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Can you count backwards from 74?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;family. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Brown or white eggs?&lt;br /&gt;both also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you own something from Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;mrt and the ones in indonesia. from jakarta to bandung few years ago. 3 hours. you can see paddy fields along the way ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;with nonliving stuf. materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;it depends, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you use chap stick?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;faith, erm.. i don't know i haven't spoken to her FOR DAYS. maybe going to cca practice? she's having a concert in the next few days. she plays the cello xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;...lol. sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;cream puffs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;what are you two talking about? -to my parents who obviously ignored me.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG FAITH IS ONLINE -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;years ago. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Boys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your bus number for school?&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i think. forgot why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, glass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;get real. it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun?&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes. my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favorite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;after eoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;black and white. depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't holding hands, probably dragging my brother out of the couch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Where was your default picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;BUT OF COURSE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;kind of okay. but boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;don't have a prefrence but maybe puppies. BUT I'M SCARED OF THEM MUCH. maybe hamsters. or cats. or rabbits. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;fries from macdonalds on saturday. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;it's not bad. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm fat but i can, okay? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;see first eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;surfer's paradise shirt and shorts i brought for the batam trip o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;i think so o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4879275250110927677?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4879275250110927677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4879275250110927677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4879275250110927677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-plans.html' title='holiday plans?'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-413771946654521961</id><published>2009-11-11T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:24:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in debt.</title><content type='html'>i don't know how much i owe peizhen, fionn, melissa and alecia. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay we "stalked" those fortunate people who could eat at swensens, watched imagine that, which was damn hilarious, then went to arcade and wasted our money there (me and melissa went on our knees in the arcade to beg peizhen for one dollar..or was it ten cents.) i saw melissa on her knees so i just randomly drop on my knees? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then neoprints. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;FCU. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met ms lee when we were going out of ws. she had to go back to school, lol. poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw why suddenly people's blog turn private one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm going to come up with a new blogskin..next week or something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my netbook's gonna be sent for repairs. why? 'cos my dad said so, because the warranty thing haven't ended or what shit. come on lah, it's a really tiny problem and some more i'm the only one using this netbook (we have 2 other netbooks). it's MINE, and i don't really care about the problem with the netbook, wtf. and he still insists on sending it for repair? wtf what rubbish is this. so if you don't find me online the next few days, you know why. or i'll just use the other netbook... or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-413771946654521961?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/413771946654521961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-debt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/413771946654521961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/413771946654521961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-debt.html' title='i&apos;m in debt.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1491423321465054246</id><published>2009-11-06T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:04:41.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monopoly o_o</title><content type='html'>lol, the title kinda random huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; getting your hand stuck in between the front door and the iron gate thing at emma's house is scary lah.&lt;u&gt;especially when they won't open the door even though you are crying outside and begging them to open the door cos your hand is practically jammed/squashed in between.&lt;/u&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, peizhen's first aid skills are &lt;b&gt;pro&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though there's a bump on my right hand now, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played monopoly with emma, peizhen and melissa today. who keeps going to jail? me. who is the poorest? me. mwahaha. what the hell. okay lame. then in the end paired up with melissa vs emma and peizhen. of course they won lah x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw emma is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hard to bribe. &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1491423321465054246?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1491423321465054246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/monopoly-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1491423321465054246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1491423321465054246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/monopoly-oo.html' title='monopoly o_o'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-661185820172657264</id><published>2009-11-05T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:33:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored bored bored bored.</title><content type='html'>why is it so boring without school.&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just have to learn how to bloody accept things the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather go to school and slack with friends rather than going grocery shopping with my mum at 10am or11am or w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, on monday and tuesday i woke up at 1pm after sleeping at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;i would turn into a bloody pig if i continue on in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.&lt;u&gt;emma,kimberly,melissa,christina,peizhen,alecia,&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;when is our next outing. i forgot x.x''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-661185820172657264?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/661185820172657264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/661185820172657264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/661185820172657264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title='bored bored bored bored bored.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6670538622955417500</id><published>2009-11-04T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:00:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coraline .</title><content type='html'>watching coraline in 3d with kim, emma, melissa and christina was -cough- awesomely horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina ate up most of our popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;she also jumped up and shrieked during one scene when something suddenly popped out of the screen or something. IT'S 3D, POTATO CHIPS : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met alecia and peizhen, talked and walked to t1, bought samantha her birthday present and then went back to the food court at tm and slacked : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between that all of us, thanks to godknowswho, decided to fuhfdusdusgusfui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;. i'm not saying anything 'cos it's really retarded and made us run like crap. okay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was pretty much the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe melissa lye more than 5 bucks? something like that xD&lt;br /&gt;christina owes her a lot more &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. have to go to giant tomorrow buy stuff with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit edit edit it's photo time :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVmTbtaWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UEj3sYihK5g/s1600-h/Photo1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVmTbtaWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UEj3sYihK5g/s320/Photo1607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400261913477998946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment for this photo. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVm1YzhaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mV5FItFnWQU/s1600-h/LGIM0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVm1YzhaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mV5FItFnWQU/s320/LGIM0873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400261922592621986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma acting cute. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVnMXIy8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AugF27pSa8/s1600-h/LGIM0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVnMXIy8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AugF27pSa8/s320/LGIM0878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400261928759643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina with some random cute bunny/rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVnlBMNuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VjuZQj28ork/s1600-h/LGIM0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVnlBMNuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VjuZQj28ork/s320/LGIM0883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400261935378478818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa lye, proud mum of a who knows how many months old infant. &lt;i&gt;she's beaming while breastfeading, lmao.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and hold the damn infant properly next time, thanks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVn6B4lDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1POPI5S6pEA/s1600-h/LGIM0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVn6B4lDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1POPI5S6pEA/s320/LGIM0887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400261941018530866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i don't know what the hell this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6670538622955417500?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6670538622955417500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/coraline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6670538622955417500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6670538622955417500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/coraline.html' title='coraline .'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SvGVmTbtaWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UEj3sYihK5g/s72-c/Photo1607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-750589629921712695</id><published>2009-11-03T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:45:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie.</title><content type='html'>tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;with alecia, pz, melissa, emma and kimberly &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch my sister's keeper or coraline?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-750589629921712695?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/750589629921712695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/750589629921712695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/750589629921712695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie.html' title='movie.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7494702973582696871</id><published>2009-11-01T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:14:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>emma we going out on wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;the only things i have to do are homework, homework and homework.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so lazy and i don't intend to do it anytime soon :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7494702973582696871?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7494702973582696871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7494702973582696871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7494702973582696871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3251936013929820914</id><published>2009-10-30T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:20:55.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you think i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;you're a bitch but you don't know it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you know who i'm referring to.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me who it is. &lt;i&gt;it's all in your conscience :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampere we have nothing to do over the holidays. how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT EDIT EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith's theory on/of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sur2CEvKMHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EgJbKHILFPs/s1600-h/faith.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sur2CEvKMHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EgJbKHILFPs/s400/faith.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398397618848673906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3251936013929820914?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3251936013929820914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-5000472382450624615</id><published>2009-10-30T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:59:51.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day.</title><content type='html'>today was a mix of crap and more crap.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;went to ws with crispy potato chips. and so i'm broke. but it was fun o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't seem to be sad or anything. lols.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5000472382450624615?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5000472382450624615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5000472382450624615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5000472382450624615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day.html' title='last day.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1332945153334169424</id><published>2009-10-29T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:32:07.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crispy potato chips.</title><content type='html'>christina's name never sounded tastier than &lt;i&gt;crispy potato chips&lt;/i&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;today was kind of shitty. well, only referring to the fire drill and the survey thing.&lt;br /&gt;come on, if it was a real fire, all of us would have died in a squatting down position in the field. hai sing &lt;i&gt;cemetery&lt;/i&gt; much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, the report books.&lt;br /&gt;got the same position as alecia, baby &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;i got to say, i was quite happy with my marks, except that i &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; got damn low for chinese lah, b4. sian. and only &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; a1s. others had what, 4?! that's so unfair lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that bloody survey thing. that shit teacher go make us raise our hands. wtf, you want us raise higher so that we can reach your face and slap you right?! bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went with christina, syafiqah and their friend o.o'' to cup walker to buy, well, drinks.&lt;br /&gt;caramel chocolate is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not looking forward to the combined camp.  &lt;i&gt;no i am not.&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;u&gt;no.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1332945153334169424?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1332945153334169424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/crispy-potato-chips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1332945153334169424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1332945153334169424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/crispy-potato-chips.html' title='crispy potato chips.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7336630289227255506</id><published>2009-10-28T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:10:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interclass thing.</title><content type='html'>i didn't expect to be the um, goalie thing, but yeah, at least it helped the team somehow, right?&lt;br /&gt;tired out much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stupid retarded talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went to whitesands with alecia, melissa and peizhen..&lt;br /&gt;then was walking to dunnowhere and saw &lt;b&gt;cheryl lim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked and i hugged her and she hugged me -lol-&lt;br /&gt;and she said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;why are you so tall?!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;so i replied,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;why are you so short?!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then melissa they all were probably stunned O_O'' and melissa said,&lt;br /&gt;"emily you very bad leh &gt;:D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ate lunch at the foodcourt and um, went to popular, then to the library, ampere-d there and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;melissa sleeps with ronald every night.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i bet that this doesn't make much sense, so don't ask.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and also the xi shou thing lol. hilarious crap.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg i have to stayback tomorrow for meeting for the combined camp. &lt;b&gt;shit much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;btw i haven't seen cheryl for almost a year D: and she's a darn good friend, and i guess she likes to wave at people a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7336630289227255506?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7336630289227255506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/interclass-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7336630289227255506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7336630289227255506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/interclass-thing.html' title='interclass thing.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6041400017986899226</id><published>2009-10-27T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:05:26.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a new soul&lt;br /&gt;I came to this strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take&lt;br /&gt;But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself making every possible mistake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;emma&lt;/b&gt;, i'll cheer up soon enough. thanks for listening to me with my thoughtless and irritating rants (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6041400017986899226?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6041400017986899226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6041400017986899226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6041400017986899226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-bored.html' title='too bored.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7248993705700982476</id><published>2009-10-27T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:26:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this damn shit.</title><content type='html'>can we turn back time. &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;, i beg god, just &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wish it was the beginning of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at us now, how we changed.&lt;b&gt;just look how much we all changed&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;take a good look of ourselves in the mirror. i feel utterly disappointed and disgusted by some of you, some of you are disgusted by me, etc&lt;/i&gt;. well that's just how life works, okay? don't expect me to give in to your every damn request because you think acting the way you are makes you someone of royalty or something. that made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so damn irked (friendly enough to use this word, okay.) because of today's flag making thing. i mean, COME ON, we did practically just cutting out, we didn't do anything else. but whatever. i don't give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got scolded for lending off my 7 dollars. way to go for being compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you hate me. just say it in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was the awesome-est slacking time i had in a while. talking about orientation and our little antics etc, well, too bad they're all history now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7248993705700982476?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7248993705700982476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-damn-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7248993705700982476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7248993705700982476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-damn-shit.html' title='this damn shit.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-796353908474663525</id><published>2009-10-26T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:58:32.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monopoly and twister.</title><content type='html'>melissa was the richest in monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;and also the easiest one to fall in twister.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the card thing was weird imo, mine was totally jagged shit, thanks loads to sharmaine who helped me with the grid-ish thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were treated literally like maids by some people who just started throwing rubbish at us. and there was &lt;b&gt;a packet of soya milk&lt;/b&gt; in the dustbin. what the heck, stupid much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i need to buy present for pz and samantha and erm. who else. sharmaine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-796353908474663525?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/796353908474663525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/monopoly-and-twister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/796353908474663525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/796353908474663525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/monopoly-and-twister.html' title='monopoly and twister.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4922750571348910340</id><published>2009-10-24T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:07:52.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;why the heck are people posting random stuff on their blogs o_o''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i have a problem with that anyway. it's just random stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like skipping school or something.&lt;br /&gt;and omfg i can't wait to get my report book. don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to do. seriously bored. argfh. too lazy to watch the latest episode of katekyo hitman reborn. crap why am i so lazy. argh, emily, you lazy ass. go get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4922750571348910340?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4922750571348910340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4922750571348910340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(sounds wrong.) to go to the gutter. lol. but she plays -kind of- like a pro. she strike(d) like, twice or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i lost in the end. thanks to joan and christina and miss lee who strike strike strike strike strike #^&amp;amp;%^I%&amp;amp;*%*^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1678441489328868421?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1678441489328868421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowling-again-but-with-miss-lee-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>melissa&amp;amp;emily, gutter queens of 1e1. like &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember very clearly for the last game i played, i teamed up with melissa and for the first few rounds we had 3 points. like wow? btw the 3 points is i get one. melissa would throw the ball and then it will go down the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bowl for one year. what do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the people who went were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;melissa.&lt;br /&gt;fionn.&lt;br /&gt;alecia.&lt;br /&gt;peizhen.&lt;br /&gt;honghui.&lt;br /&gt;sharmaine.&lt;br /&gt;chloe.&lt;br /&gt;kaikang.&lt;br /&gt;danry.&lt;br /&gt;sean.&lt;br /&gt;hf.&lt;br /&gt;benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to go bowling again tomorrow cos of the catholic thing.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not that i don't want to go, but it's my brother's birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but they say cannot skip. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lol.&lt;br /&gt;gutter queens rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6098376030099980093?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6098376030099980093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowling-with-12-other-e1-ers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6098376030099980093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6098376030099980093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowling-with-12-other-e1-ers.html' title='bowling with 12 other e1-ers.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6228999815111079199</id><published>2009-10-21T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:41:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one-dollar guns.</title><content type='html'>toy guns are kind of fun. and cheap? but mine got stuck or something. hah.&lt;br /&gt;instead of going &lt;i&gt;boomz&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;bangz&lt;/i&gt;, just a tiny click sounds and you get shot.&lt;br /&gt;okay. random lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing blind mice with qianhui (is that how you spell it) was fun. she want to throw the slippers at me, melissa, alecia and peizhen damn accurate one lah, she close her eye somemore. almost everytime she throw i kena-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seaweed party, was awesomely weird.&lt;br /&gt;everyone went gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEY WE'RE EATING OUR VEGETABLES OKAY?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;blah off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6228999815111079199?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6228999815111079199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-dollar-guns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6228999815111079199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6228999815111079199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-dollar-guns.html' title='one-dollar guns.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5305170630830615898</id><published>2009-10-20T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:51:09.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is school so boring.</title><content type='html'>the thought of school now makes me appreciate lessons in class o_o, &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hate sitting down in the hall talking to boring things and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was one of the most boring school days this year. well except for the part where we got dismissed &lt;u&gt;early&lt;/u&gt;. so i went to tampines  mall with samantha to get a phone pouch. the more i look at the design, the weirder it gets. wtf is wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i dozed off while reading. but &lt;u&gt;my sister's keeper&lt;/u&gt; is nice. i want to watch the movie. if i have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and yes samantha i will pay you back okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5305170630830615898?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5305170630830615898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-is-school-so-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5305170630830615898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5305170630830615898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-is-school-so-boring.html' title='why is school so boring.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8974658481874013357</id><published>2009-10-18T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:15:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the batam trip, featuring the holy rock.</title><content type='html'>i have to admit, the camp was totally &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;except for the tiny fact that i was &lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt; during most of the camp. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i am in the mood for blogging, let me give you a pretty detailed account of the camp, from &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived in school pretty early, carrying my not-that-heavy (yet) bag/haversack and went to the hall, talked, then went on the bus to harbourfront, sat with chloe :D. when we went to the ferry, sat with, um, i think it was with sharmaine, melissa and chloe :3 and now, a candid photo of melissa -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0711.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;something she loves more than sex.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0714.jpg" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;giffy&lt;/b&gt;. kind of cute, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when we reached there, walked in the rain and some &lt;i&gt;diluted&lt;/i&gt; mud to the resort and did tent pitching and field cooking. kind of decent food. then drank the orange squash drink of something. tasted so sweet if you didn't put any water inside. lol. after that we went to the rooftop, did some games etc, and then went down again. we were all fighting for ice cubes when they told us to get our water bottles, it was damn hilarious. i bet you the ice had sand inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just sat in the lobby and some of us took our small bags and then we headed for &lt;u&gt;nagoya hills shopping mall/centre/center&lt;/u&gt;. who was in my shopping group? sigh. lol. mostly crazy and annoying &lt;b&gt;non-pizza eating&lt;/b&gt; boys. 'cos we went to &lt;u&gt;pizza hut&lt;/u&gt; and i ordered and shared pizza with chloe, joan, xinxuan, shawn teo (LOL.) and our assigned trainer, who goes by the name of &lt;b&gt;wing&lt;/b&gt;. the rest of the members, frederick, stanley, milton, danry and kaijun either ordered spaghetti or some other noodle-y stuff like carbonara or bolognese. after that, rushed to the supermarket and bought stuff. obviously most of them bought gum, but i didn't feel like buying them at all so i just bought chocolates, instant noodles, and water (we had learnt that water there was DAMN precious by then). 5 bars of chocolates for my mum is a lot. but it was cheap, lol. spent 54,000+ rupiah at the supermarket, that isn't a lot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were going back on the bus, called my parents using christina's phone (i owe you 10 dollars for the call right?) talked to my dad, lol, nothing much. then we were allocated to our rooms. the trainer ahmad called me &lt;b&gt;MARIA&lt;/b&gt; and like practically the 1e1 people were laughing, so was i, then the peter low go tell them don't laugh. LOL. i myself was laughing o_o''&lt;br /&gt;shared the room with &lt;b&gt;christina and sharmaine&lt;/b&gt;, on the &lt;u&gt;1st floor&lt;/u&gt; and had a door connected to &lt;b&gt;xin xuan, joan and chloe's&lt;/b&gt; room. our room was weird, cos the wardrobe, bed frames, lamps, mirrors, curtains etc (you get my point) were all blue, and it was pleasant, to tell the truth. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; we had no minibar, and i had to store my chocolates in there, so thanks to chloe who agreed to let me put my chocolates in her room's minibar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had this lecture thing, then went back to our rooms. one more thing, most rooms had one double bed and a cheapskate mattress, but my room had 2 single beds and one cheapskate mattress. so i slept with sharmaine on my single bed :3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0716.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharmaine putting on her socks for the briefing i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, bathed, sat on the crappy red-ants territory in the sand pit. had breakfast, and caught a flu, then went jungle trekking. i have to say, this was one of the most unexpectedly fun parts of the camp. we stepped on lots and lots of mud, got our shoes and socks all dirtied, and did river crossing. the first time we did it, christina, who was in front of me, fell in the water. i was stunned, lol. the second time we did the river crossing, it was funny cos the water level was high and i felt like i was floating o_o'' somehow we survived that. then did raft building, let's skip the explanation, then went back our room and bathed, and washed our shoes and socks, put them to dry in the balcony, etc. then left for the &lt;u&gt;orphanage school&lt;/u&gt;. did painting of a classroom with our hands, omg, it was a whole new experience to be &lt;i&gt;piak&lt;/i&gt;-ing your hands oh the wall with green paint on your hands, lol. in the end my hair, hands, legs, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes all kena-ed green paint. i was &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; worried if the paint couldn't go off my hair. ah, the vain side of emily -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, here comes the really random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0726.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, this just &lt;i&gt;doesn't&lt;/i&gt; look right. and this is &lt;b&gt;emma&lt;/b&gt; trying to look cute? or trying out for some "i-support-world-peace" competition o_o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0749.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kimberly&lt;/b&gt; looks dazed and confused much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0742.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike a pose, &lt;b&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0758.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;s&gt;scarecrow&lt;/s&gt; samantha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0756.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scene looks like it's taken straight out of a korean tearjerker drama. except that &lt;b&gt;CHRISTINA&lt;/b&gt; is kind of laughing as she hugs &lt;b&gt;MELISSA&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;SHERILYN&lt;/b&gt; is giggling or something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the highlight of the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE HOLY ROCK : PART ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0732.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt; gets cranky as she holds the &lt;u&gt;holy rock&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0733.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt; again, this time trying to bury the holy rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE HOLY ROCK : PART TWO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time with no photos, they're all with christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were sitting down under the hot glaring sun, melissa found &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; holy rock and &lt;b&gt;me, christina, kimberly, emma, magdalene and herself&lt;/b&gt; started to make some shrine for it. magdalene decorated most of it, while i threw sand around the shrine and to everyone else to "bless" them. in the end we put a curse, that is, the person who steps on it will die a terrible death. that person? none other than chan junhong, the asshole. he just crushed the whole thing when we all had to stand up, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to the hotel, sort of bathed, then had d&amp;amp;d, and after that had free time. changed from jeans into &lt;u&gt;fbt shorts&lt;/u&gt; and just roamed around the whole place. then found melissa, kimberly, emma and magdalene on the swing outside the entrance or something and sat with them and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0763.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHERILYN&lt;/b&gt; was in this picture before she left. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0767.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KIMBERLY&lt;/b&gt; yakking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got off the swing alone 'cos i wanted to vomit. it was worse than sitting on a ferry. ARGH, the sheer horror. went to samantha's room for godknowswhat (samantha later told me that i looked damn pale and was trembling then) and then went to my room, found christina alone there, and just started packing my bag. then soon, sharmaine came back and then packed some more and we all slept. that trainer wing just had to wake me and sharmaine up when he rang the doorbell &lt;b&gt;thrice&lt;/b&gt;. bloody crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina's alarm was like half an hour or 45 mins earlier of when we were supposed to wake up (we had to assemble at 8am batam time, agreed to wake up at 7am, her alarm was at 6.15am, LOL) but then we went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.....&lt;br /&gt;-loud alarm ringtone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; : -dazed and confused- -wakes up- CHRISTINA, CHRISTINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;christina&lt;/u&gt; : -wakes up- huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; : your phone's alarm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;christina&lt;/u&gt; : eh emily, &lt;i&gt;it's your phone's&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I GUESS I MUST HAVE BEEN DAMN TIRED OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bathed and everything and then ate cereal for breakfast, went back to the room, took our bags, blah blah blah, took a damn tiring walk back to the ferry terminal with now VERY heavy bags. then they settled my passport stuff, then sat on the top deck of the ferry with fionn and samantha and emma, i think. listened to music with fionn using her mp3 player. then when we were around sentosa there, the ferry stopped 'cos the police coast guards wanted to check the ferry. i started to get dizzy. blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest needs no explanation. to sum it all up, we sat down at harbourfront like crazies, went back to school, waited for awhile, and then went home. tadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some photos of my hotel room :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0770.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bed. with christina lying down. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0772.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nice door. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0774.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photo of the room. random again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0775.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina's bed and mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0778.jpg" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo makes me look kind of tall, no? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0782.jpg" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharmaine drying her shoe or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0792.jpg" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharmaine packing o_o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that's left is the sweet (and not so sweet) memories of the batam trip. i truly enjoyed myself even though i was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i took more or less two hours to write this whole thing. well i guess it's worth it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8974658481874013357?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8974658481874013357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/batam-trip-featuring-holy-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8974658481874013357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8974658481874013357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/batam-trip-featuring-holy-rock.html' title='the batam trip, featuring the holy rock.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2753950264456619529</id><published>2009-10-09T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:29:59.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fionn's birthday, 091009.</title><content type='html'>took a lot of photos, but just summarising this &lt;b&gt;hella awesome&lt;/b&gt; day with a few photos. lol. there are more to come if i feel like uploading them. or you can go see melissa's blog, which has like, lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Ss9WFcNHA2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZImKrDtGY3M/s1600-h/09+october+09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Ss9WFcNHA2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZImKrDtGY3M/s400/09+october+09.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390621930456286050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ikea by bus and by foot. lol, sounds wrong. we ate there, then played awhile, and then went to t1, tampines mall, went to arcade, bought presents, then went to white sands, omfg caramel frappe is love. went to take neos. omg you all owe me money. you were &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; broke while i had 10 over dollars left ._. i owe alecia 2 dollars plus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. what a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy birthday fionn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not looking forward to the camp all of a sudden. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2753950264456619529?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2753950264456619529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/fionns-birthday-091009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2753950264456619529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2753950264456619529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/fionns-birthday-091009.html' title='fionn&apos;s birthday, 091009.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Ss9WFcNHA2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZImKrDtGY3M/s72-c/09+october+09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-5487010282893700209</id><published>2009-09-18T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:04:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially MIA-ing, noobs.</title><content type='html'>that's right.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for your eoy okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw please stop taking stuff from my pencil case. abcdef omg i was so pissed off today. sorry for ranting at you during english emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not look stressed to you, but i think i'm going to die soon.&lt;br /&gt;stress = bad mood = i shout at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i can't wait till we change our seats.&lt;br /&gt;shawn teo is so &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;. well that's the truth. i hate sitting there. i really do. those really retarded people, all they do is talk back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT WHO STARTED TALKING/ARGUING/BULLSHITTING FIRST, HUH? clearly, &lt;u&gt;I DON'T&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you reply to that dumbass, obviously he's going to talk back at you right? WHAT FOR YOU WANT TO REPLY IN THE FIRST PLACE? TO IRRITATE HIM? YOU'RE IRRITATING THOSE WHO SIT AROUND YOU AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so pissed. i am so so pissed that i can't describe it. SITTING THERE IS HELL. those adamant people better shut up. everytime shout and shout. we try to stop them, they say we extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WELL ISN'T IT FOR THE BETTER IF WE CAN HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET IF YOU STOP YOUR DAMN BULLSHITTING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-will be updating in 3 weeks' time-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5487010282893700209?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5487010282893700209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/officially-mia-ing-noobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5487010282893700209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5487010282893700209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/officially-mia-ing-noobs.html' title='officially MIA-ing, noobs.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3534613295218570021</id><published>2009-09-16T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:29:41.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL I LOST THE BET.</title><content type='html'>ignore the title. that seriously cracked me up, some form of sadistic entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;but emma doesn't want the mcdonald's meal, so, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn dentist. lol. got pulled out of home econs and they did something to my front tooth, the malay one and a more senior dentist? while they were using that drilling thing (they used so many different kinds) they were &lt;i&gt;gossiping&lt;/i&gt; about some spinster colleague, lol. i actually teared up a bit cos it was painful for awhile. i even clawed the chair ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aft that, was the funny part in ws.&lt;br /&gt;go read melissa's blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost the motivation to study. can i slack for 2 more days ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3534613295218570021?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3534613295218570021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-i-lost-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3534613295218570021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3534613295218570021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-i-lost-bet.html' title='LOL I LOST THE BET.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5769081110006017592</id><published>2009-09-15T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:48:59.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something's wrong.</title><content type='html'>something's &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never want to study so much before. maybe because seeing my damn horrible marks in sa1, i &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; want to see a repeat of that. i just hope i would pass chinese. got back the lit test we had a few months back. i didn't score very well, i would try my best to cover every chapter. i feel so &lt;i&gt;stressed&lt;/i&gt;. somehow i think this is worse than last year, psle was only 4 subjects, now it's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, miss lee doesn't need to remind us about how many days left till exams. she was making me feel more depressed/stressed when she wrote on the board. what crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, there's dental at 9am tomorrow. mr choo's lesson, wtf. i seriously don't want to miss bio lessons, 'cos i think it's revision right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod i feel so stressed. i don't think i would be updating tomorrow, either too lazy or just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework/tests :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ } Art, on foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;{ } Art, the can thing.&lt;br /&gt;{ } Maths test.&lt;br /&gt;{ } Home econs test. no idea when. but i study alr.&lt;br /&gt;{ } EOY. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will seriously scream when exam ends. i would be happy like mad if i don't have a nervous breakdown before the exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5769081110006017592?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5769081110006017592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5769081110006017592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5769081110006017592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-wrong.html' title='something&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1702181856829314033</id><published>2009-09-14T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:47:18.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, what shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe samantha a &lt;u&gt;blogskin&lt;/u&gt;, i also owe &lt;b&gt;myself&lt;/b&gt; a blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to file stuff today, but obviously couldn't, had to "study/practise" for &lt;i&gt;maths&lt;/i&gt;. number sequences, i forgot about the nth term crap, for graphs, i guess i could cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stressed. omg my english compo sucked. ARGH -_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1702181856829314033?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1702181856829314033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1702181856829314033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1702181856829314033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-shit.html' title='oh, what shit.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-851671083284562529</id><published>2009-09-13T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:06:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mia .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MIA&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even though i would be &lt;i&gt;on msn&lt;/i&gt;,  i won't be checking or anything, i would just waste energy and continue running the laptop and &lt;u&gt;study&lt;/u&gt;. i can't afford to fail anything. anyway exams are not so far away, so it's for the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; that i start revising and stuff. i'm already &lt;u&gt;stressed&lt;/u&gt; because of the homework/tests/exams/surprise tests/anything school-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to update. maybe once or twice a week is enough.&lt;br /&gt;back to book review. i finished my art already, that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-851671083284562529?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/851671083284562529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/851671083284562529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/851671083284562529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/mia.html' title='mia .'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5519829586993209999</id><published>2009-09-10T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:55:21.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coward.</title><content type='html'>retarded coward &lt;b&gt;82276935&lt;/b&gt;, whoever you are. what makes you think that i can change my mindset of someone with a few seemingly fake smses? WHO THE ---- DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO COME AND TRY TO SEEMINGLY RUIN FRIENDSHIPS. please, &lt;u&gt;admit it&lt;/u&gt;, you yourself has none of what other people have : &lt;i&gt;true friends&lt;/i&gt;. it's either you're jealous or have a serious case of being highly INSENSITIVE, choosing to hide behind a (phone) screen and type smses with rubbish content that shows that you are of &lt;u&gt;low upbringing&lt;/u&gt; and have no sense of shame whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND I HOPE YOU READ THIS AND REFLECT ON YOUR CHILDISH, IMMATURE, RETARDED ACTIONS AND GROW UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you think i don't know who you are, just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;try anything else and i won't act nice anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5519829586993209999?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5519829586993209999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/coward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5519829586993209999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5519829586993209999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/coward.html' title='coward.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3549087666380937937</id><published>2009-09-10T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:37:55.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am broke. omnomnom :B</title><content type='html'>i am &lt;b&gt;broke&lt;/b&gt; after buying drawing block and lunch. abcdefghcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i owe melissa 20 cents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was not scary. today was &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying not to sleep during chinese, then literature was so funny when we went to 2n2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paragraph below is kind of &lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt;, but a lot of people know anyway, so, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was at the 2n2 classroom, joan was like, next to me, cos she moved her chair to my side, there was this paper thing jutting out from under the table. so i tot it was some kind of worksheet, but when i looked at it closely, i was like &lt;b&gt;OMFG*((*^*(%&amp;amp;*$*^$^$^&lt;/b&gt; joan's reaction was lol. samantha's reaction was like, "LOL -laughs her head off-". sherilyn's reaction " OMG :3" well, &lt;i&gt;something like that&lt;/i&gt;. then joan showed it to melissa, and she kept on laughing and laughing. benjamin thought it was geography. wtf blind. joan let milton to take a 2 second peek, then he was like -shocked-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the paper about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;P_________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;M_____________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;H____________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;if that seriously didn't perk up our boring lesson, what else would?&lt;br /&gt;btw it was gross shit stuff. not suitable for innocent-minded people &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BROKE D:&lt;br /&gt;back to homework. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3549087666380937937?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3549087666380937937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-broke-omnomnom-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3549087666380937937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3549087666380937937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-broke-omnomnom-b.html' title='i am broke. omnomnom :B'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5689170735578092190</id><published>2009-09-06T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:42:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyos.</title><content type='html'>i don't think anyone noticed me not being online for the past 2 days or anything. i just couldn't be bothered signing in. life's just so crappy. and the f***ing bruise emma gave me is still not, how do you phrase it correctly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;healed *A*. this makes me feel like pushing her down the stairs. arghhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so crappy these days. lalalalah.&lt;br /&gt;so just one picture for today -lawl-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0575-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to upload this the other day. what a &lt;u&gt;nice, candid picture&lt;/u&gt; huh. what are they doing together, &lt;i&gt;kufufufufu&lt;/i&gt; -evil laugh-. emma i still hate you -sobs- i am going to bruise your arm on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life, too much homework, too much pressure, too much crap, too little time. ohno i sound depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5689170735578092190?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5689170735578092190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyyos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5689170735578092190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5689170735578092190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyyos.html' title='heyyos.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7889076165926595251</id><published>2009-09-04T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:31:51.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>040909PHOTOS // FEATURING (VERY) RANDOM FIONN.</title><content type='html'>have to come back to school on thursday, what crap. and there's a whole bunch of crappy maths homework which i am going to start on &lt;b&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ngee ann poly "learningjourney" was kind of a waste of time (no offence), the most interesting part of the exhibition was the &lt;u&gt;nice detergent&lt;/u&gt; and the &lt;u&gt;squash into one&lt;/u&gt;. for the nice detergent, me, fionn+alecia+melissa+peizhen were planning to poison *someone from 1e1* until we found out that it was edible ._. hey it also doubles up as a fertiliser o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we went to the library poly stall, took some notes then before we left the person there was like telling us something about upstairs, so we were like, "&lt;i&gt;upstairs also got?!&lt;/i&gt;" so we took the lift up then saw the squash into one, and also the nerd group, retarded -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that all of us went to the toilet because of &lt;b&gt;our dear melissa lye&lt;/b&gt;. and then we bought &lt;u&gt;pockypockypocky!&lt;/u&gt; -randoms- and we ate. and took pictures. and present. and blahblahblacksheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to school me and melissa were sitting behind milton and i forgot who. then i wanted to sleep but that melissa &amp;amp;*&amp;amp;%*%&amp;amp;*%^(%(  kept taking pictures of milton, scream here and there until i laugh like shit also ._. she took &lt;b&gt;ahelllot&lt;/b&gt; of unglampics of everybody, like joan and xinxuan sleeping (o_o), me doing random poses, kimberly digging emma's nose, and 28328923893248934689 of milton's photos in her goddamn awesome 10.1mp camera. -evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND NOW, FOR PHOTO TIME:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FIONN AND HER RANDOM FACE EXPRESSIONS :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at....someone -mwahahahahahaha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at.... peizhen's bag on the ground? -randoms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomrandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND NOW, INTRODUCING MY LOVELY DARLING GROUP MEMBERS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIONN&amp;amp;ALECIA&lt;/u&gt; in a weird random photo &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0567-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MELISSALYE&amp;amp;LOLLIPOPTHINGY&lt;/u&gt; in an even weirder photo &gt;:D notice sherilyn behind her? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEAHPEIZHEN&lt;/u&gt; the one with that also awesome camera with the nice lenses -jealous-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY VIOLENT DARLINGS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JOAN CHER&lt;/u&gt; | plain scary but gives me lots of sweet -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAMANTHA YEO&lt;/u&gt; | cute and randomly -^*%&amp;amp;*(*(^)*&amp;amp;- people -runs away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wait, long long post much? YES THERE IS ONE MORE PICTURE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/LGIM0489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't kill me emma, but anyway you CAN'T, cause you bruised my arm pretty badly, there's a HUGE bump with a DULL PURPLE-GREEN-BLUE COLOUR COMBINATION ON IT&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of post,and :&lt;br /&gt;have a (nerdy) holiday, peepos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7889076165926595251?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7889076165926595251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/040909photos-featuring-very-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7889076165926595251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7889076165926595251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/040909photos-featuring-very-random.html' title='040909PHOTOS // FEATURING (VERY) RANDOM FIONN.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6977085957624942974</id><published>2009-09-03T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:58:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny tiny update.</title><content type='html'>life is &lt;i&gt;craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much homework and stuff, plus tests coming real soon,  and ms filzah's last day in 1e1 tomorrow. well, say byebye to nice powerpoint slides, say hello to mr sheun teaching using the plain (retarded) whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, there's gonna be a shit "excursion/exhibition" at ngee ann poly, not really looking forward to it, and would only get back to school at 5. what crap? can we go to somewhere more fun? like snow city -remembers bu6'08 special snow city outing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. the school can't afford to take us anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ANDANDANDAND.&lt;br /&gt;assembly in parade square = crap.&lt;br /&gt;no more copying of homework and all. lol. sad huhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this wasn't a tiny update.&lt;br /&gt;but it's my first update in 1-and-a-half-weeks? thanks to me rotting at home because of homework = no time to play comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;u&gt;i guess my next update should be early next week or so...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all going to be about: &lt;i&gt;emily crapping about reading textbooks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6977085957624942974?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6977085957624942974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiny-tiny-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6977085957624942974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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there, whenever it came close to me i pinch joan's hand/ legs/ skirts lol. then xinxuan also scared, in the end ms nur was like asking us what was happening (cos we sitting in front of her uh). &lt;u&gt;if you haven't realised, emily is extremely scared of bugs. stupid much -__-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end of edit. can't wait for &lt;i&gt;chloe's&lt;/i&gt; party on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so darn funny, in ws lah. maybe i would post up pics tmr. unglam photo of joan, proof that jiawei wasn't sick, and the nerds in ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ms lee shouted at us, damn scary seh. it was so loud cos i was right in front of her. she sounded srsly angry shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got hit straight in the face with the dustbin thanks to that b*****d. wtf, that was the crappiest part of the day lah, aft that my left eye became damn painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while waiting for the bus got 358 come, then suddenly emma or dunnowho told me got ppl fight inside the bus uh. i tot is some haisian with another sch the person, turns out is upper sec, 1 malay boy and 1 chinese boy -_- lame seh. then the bus driver break up the fight alr, so they drive off. then we all took 12, alight at the bus interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN :&lt;br /&gt;1) saw the 358 moving off.&lt;br /&gt;2) the 2 gangster wannabes started fighting, again.&lt;br /&gt;3) bus driver stop the bus.&lt;br /&gt;4) alot of ppl trying to break up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw them punching and kicking each other uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come on lah, you want to become gangster/act cool don't do it with your school uniform on can or not? ltr people will think hsc is gangster school one seh -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come on, they probably started fighting because they nth to do. waste ppl time seh. on monday during assembly sure die one uh, if the mr surin or who talks abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6127997292147742327?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6127997292147742327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6127997292147742327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6127997292147742327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-42116698426268158</id><published>2009-08-20T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:42:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title today.</title><content type='html'>today was boring as hell. yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun torturing emma lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can write anything else. feel a little bit tired (as always).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-42116698426268158?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-2319171277487778126.post-7620772589495352972</id><published>2009-08-19T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:47:25.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not hyper o_o</title><content type='html'>the scones we made didn't taste as bad as i thought, the chocolate chip actually made it taste ohsogoddamnawesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to t1 with samantha tomorrow? i'm pretty sure everyone knows why i'm going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for chloe's party, seems like that's gonna be the fun-est thing this whole &lt;s&gt;week&lt;/s&gt; month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests area around the corner, and now there's really a lot of homework, and i'm starting to feel kind of sick at looking at them (come on, who doesn't) and physics seems like the most tormenting subject in secondary school, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying to cope with physics and just hope i won't fail my modular this time round, i would get scolded for sure. &lt;i&gt;and maybe my allowance would be halved -_-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;finished physics homework alr, well all except 2 questions, in like, 10 minutes ._.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test was %^**^$^$^*I$^* had careless mistakes and totally-crap answers for questions i didn't know how to do. and tomorrow is &lt;b&gt;VERY VERY BORING DAY&lt;/b&gt;, 'cos there's physics, maths, literature, english, cme. blah. can't wait till school finishes tomorrow.&lt;i&gt;i hope i won't be caught yawning during physics again lah, so damn paiseh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7620772589495352972?l=pixelatingthings.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-2319171277487778126.post-7254589820865716577</id><published>2009-08-18T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:50:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired out.</title><content type='html'>guides was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;drills, drills, and more drills&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wouldn't be scared enough to raise my hand up if they need a timer, 'cos fionn and samantha alr do, but i havent kena yet. is it really terrifying? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seriously need to study for history and home econs test uh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;so bye.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7254589820865716577?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-2319171277487778126.post-7653676919204619598</id><published>2009-08-17T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:19:24.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't give a f***ing damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i, for one, only &lt;u&gt;cry&lt;/u&gt; when i &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;absolutely do not&lt;/u&gt; cry at other immature and pointless shit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cry, then it must have been.. dust in my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;or it was regret coming here in the first place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no, emily's not going emo or anything, she's just goddamn pissed because of emma asking her of what she has done wrong when i don't get the point over quarreling such minute matters-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, there are SO MANY BETTER THINGS TO DO, for example, chionging through art so i would &lt;b&gt;PASS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reflect on your damn life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7653676919204619598?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7653676919204619598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-give-fing-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7653676919204619598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7653676919204619598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-give-fing-damn.html' title='i don&apos;t give a f***ing damn'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8054707563397209599</id><published>2009-08-15T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:55:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random random post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;funniest thing that happened today :&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;samantha&lt;/u&gt; hiccup-ing in tuition class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listening to the teacher then suddenly got one &lt;i&gt;high-pitched&lt;/i&gt; sound, then i turned around and samantha was trying not to laugh LOL. then the guy beside her was like staring at her (yes, samantha, he did, like, in a horrified way.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8054707563397209599?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8054707563397209599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8054707563397209599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8054707563397209599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-random-post.html' title='random random post.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4169626360839850832</id><published>2009-08-14T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:25:59.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are for life, while some other things are just plain fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate life. hell yeah, baby ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so had mass today, then went to ehub with &lt;b&gt;JOAN♥&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then when we were waiting for the bus, saw kim in no. 12 bus. waved at her *3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i just realised something today. i'm sorry, but i &lt;b&gt;won't care 'bout your bullshit stuff anymore ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4169626360839850832?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4169626360839850832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4169626360839850832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4169626360839850832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m not sorry.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8355510695597931405</id><published>2009-08-13T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:18:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taken from emma's weird blog, this is what you do when you can't concentrate on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you take your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;fb one? melissa took it in class, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;shirt and shorts &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;coping with tests. at this rate, i would fail everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;not listening to anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;-cough- not anyone that i actually know of &gt;D -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;hymn singing. crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;no -phew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;up and ice age 3 &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; kiddy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any languages?&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been close with passed away?&lt;br /&gt;not recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;if i'm uber bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;where i sit in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;maria? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;none officially. or sometimes people call me "that damn violent girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location:&lt;br /&gt;home, trying to study english -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;black :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: Family Matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you live with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;i quarrel with them almost everyday lah. this cannot, that cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt;MACADAMIA NUT, BABY♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;winter, though they don't have it here. sighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;don't hve ny favourites, cos i only use one? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous, so nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;yes -does faith's scary grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back?&lt;br /&gt;what's the definition of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;strangely no. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;scream like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Intend to get Married?&lt;br /&gt;no(t yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Any mental health issues?&lt;br /&gt;rofl no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sprained stuff?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had physical therapy?&lt;br /&gt;no o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;YES BABY♥&lt;br /&gt;(in case you &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; don't know, it was 5 stitches on my left upper eyelid, in p5, when i slammed onto the, erm, edge of a table in class -.-'' not forgetting to mention that i broke my 2 front tooth too. hah.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Taken painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gone scuba diving or snorkelling?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thrown up at the dentist?&lt;br /&gt;almost did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sworn in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yes, on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been called a Player:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie(s)?&lt;br /&gt;UP♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three people to text you:&lt;br /&gt;check my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you called:&lt;br /&gt;mum -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;samantha, when i saw her in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you tackled?&lt;br /&gt;emma. 'cos i must protect melissa &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you talked to on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;faith♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;mouse + laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;dinner. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thing you said?&lt;br /&gt;-looks into wallet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shit, 2 dollars left only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr chinese compo test, wtf-ingshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8355510695597931405?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8355510695597931405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/taken-from-emmas-weird-blog-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8355510695597931405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8355510695597931405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/taken-from-emmas-weird-blog-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2984108682791747185</id><published>2009-08-13T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:59:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;literature&lt;/b&gt;, for the first time, got very fun and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas, stanley and junhong taught for god knows how long during literature today lah, so damn funny. then, had maths test. must be able to pass or else i'd die eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch today was weird lah, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2984108682791747185?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2984108682791747185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/literature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2984108682791747185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2984108682791747185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/literature.html' title='literature.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4909470949651401981</id><published>2009-08-12T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:25:56.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fried rice</title><content type='html'>today is plain crap lol. i'm getting seriously &lt;b&gt;fed up&lt;/b&gt; with some people lah. for example shawn teo &lt;u&gt; as well as &lt;/u&gt; those who irritate him. argh. i want to change my seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, just found out that i might have left my fbt shorts in the toilet or smth when i was changing yesterday, cos my mum was telling me that my fbt shorts weren't in my op bag. then i opened my bag, turned it upside down, all the ws came flying out, but no fbt shorts. LOL DAMN -_-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily she never scold lor, she was laughing and laughing like shit. in the end i also laugh and laugh. she also say can buy another pair or shorts. damn it lah, i still believe that it is in my house, somewhere -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4909470949651401981?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4909470949651401981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fried-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4909470949651401981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4909470949651401981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fried-rice.html' title='fried rice'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2736649707474200432</id><published>2009-08-11T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:53:28.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usually tiring day.</title><content type='html'>ytd slept at 2am, woke up at 5.20am, must have gotten possessed to ctually wake up at that time lol. so the whole day just felt sluggish, then went for &lt;b&gt;guides&lt;/b&gt; as usual. did patrol profile, then drills, then played ball games. we lost terribly after &lt;i&gt;huiying and gloria&lt;/i&gt; joined our opponent's team LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to write. i'm just too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a goddamn tired freak&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2736649707474200432?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2736649707474200432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/usually-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2736649707474200432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2736649707474200432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/usually-tiring-day.html' title='usually tiring day.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-9103830905390630066</id><published>2009-08-09T18:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:45:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day, people :3</title><content type='html'>it's singapore's 44th birthday, so, happy birthday singapore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this quiz from fionn's blog, lol. there's &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to copy-paste this note, and answer all the questions. At the end, choose 15 people to be tagged - including the person who tagged you. (To do this, go to “notes” under tabs (+) on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, paste the questions, answer the questions, tag 15 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: single, forever and ever. amen.&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 15031996♥&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHIN ON: chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: drinking bandung now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: FAITH WOON SHIYAN ♥&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: changes as time passes by,&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMI BEARS OR GUMMI WORMS: gummi bears ftw.&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: i live in singapore, is that counted o_o born where? indonesia. duh.&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: &lt;s&gt;faith&lt;/s&gt; double chocolate frappe!&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: 2 balls can, 3 balls cannot. sounds sick lol.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: in maplestory, long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: from jakarta to bandung. without stopping at all.&lt;br /&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: VANILLAH.&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1.&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: gold in napfa.&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: dad.&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: show the world you care?&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Big Bang - Dirty Cash (no thanks to faith, i think this song is pervertic)&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 12. on national day .&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: perv.&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): nothing wrong in liking them, right? &lt;i&gt;-nudges at melissa lye-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: i scream alot.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: once or twice maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: not my type of toys.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions About You:&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels: mly. eew.&lt;br /&gt;What color do you wear most?: surprisingly, white and blue. school uniform much?&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color?: neon green. drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: 60% of it.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: recess.♥&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college?: tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing?: so-so.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: that darned flipflops which caused me to fall down the stairs. twice.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?: escape theme park with faith, on the viking ship. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance? epic fail&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth? huh.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: no. darn.&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: left handed. woots.&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: you'll never know, right?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: yes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: they're mere illusions.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?: i don't, that's just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan?: fuck no. but they mentioned him in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: yes. when i was 1 or 2.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?: when i was in p1, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: lol. &lt;u&gt;-pokes faith repeatedly-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: quoting fionn's answers, "girlfriends♥"&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: as a friend, quoting her answers.again&lt;3Have you ever been to the ocean?: on a cruise, baby. otherwise just on the beach ._. Have you ever painted your nails?: holidays only -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS: &lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: 987FM FTW ♥♥♥♥. &lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: sakura, that buffet place, last last fri or smth. &lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? chicken mcnuggets and mcflurry after tuition. What was the last thing on TV you watched?: boys over flowers. gah, i was bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS: &lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you IM'd?: faith. &lt;br /&gt;Who Which was the last person pet you took a picture of? huh. &lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION: &lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: no. lol. &lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: yes. p5 the upper eyelid thing and the 2nd time i fell this year o-O &lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: yes, eg concrete angel by martina mcbride. o_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION. &lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: 75% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;What/who can make you happy?: faith, and sugary stuff. not forgetting friends as wel :D &lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: yes (: &lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?: yes, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION. &lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: none, so be glad. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them?: family, perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME. &lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?: black,&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings?: ears o_o &lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: in p5, during the ndp thing. tattoos ALL OVER MY FACE. and hands. i looked like some seriously patriotic screaming girl. o_o &lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: black? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: no. &lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: mooned??? &lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: LOL, EVERYDAY. &lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: YES. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: NO O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: coke, altho i dont drink either. &lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's, or more specifically, &lt;b&gt;McCafe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: neither.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: CHOCOLAT.E.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: strawberries ♥&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: meat? o_o in pizza it would be vegetables, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: Movie :D&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums? guitar, my one is like, rotting somewhere in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: nike?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican: chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: &lt;u&gt;(honey)&lt;/u&gt; cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie: BOTHBOTHBOTH!&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1: o_o? mtv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HELL YEAH I'M DONE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-9103830905390630066?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9103830905390630066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-people-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/9103830905390630066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/9103830905390630066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-people-3.html' title='national day, people :3'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7247163990411097</id><published>2009-08-08T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:15:11.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAITH DARL♥ GROW TALLER OKAYS? ♥&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie, is super awesome. not to mention crazy as well. some hypered old man steering his own house to south america because of his wife. &lt;i&gt;i didn't know love was so.... inspirational o_o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures to keep this place alive. ( well, only 3 photos, let me explain as i go along.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_Tt5reI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hKEj2m3GAuA/s1600-h/LGIM0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367560668217716194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_Tt5reI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hKEj2m3GAuA/s400/LGIM0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this, my friends, is &lt;b&gt;mr leong&lt;/b&gt; queing up for popcorn and drinks with another teacher. a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;male&lt;/i&gt; teacher. ps couldn't get a picture of his face, too scared lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_g-jXtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cnwIlNEwuiQ/s1600-h/LGIM0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367560671777218258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_g-jXtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cnwIlNEwuiQ/s400/LGIM0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is &lt;u&gt;the awesomely spastic&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;melissa lye ♥&lt;/i&gt; in toys r us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_3YvgwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XNLJVs1YDOA/s1600-h/LGIM0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367560677792645890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_3YvgwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XNLJVs1YDOA/s400/LGIM0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melissa:&lt;/b&gt; emily fucked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;emily:&lt;/b&gt; -takes photo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are &lt;b&gt;spastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so much crap homework.&lt;br /&gt;btw now idling away by playing the maybe new playfish-developed game, &lt;i&gt;country story&lt;/i&gt;. it's somehow like barn buddy, fyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7247163990411097?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7247163990411097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7247163990411097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7247163990411097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/up.html' title='up ♥'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sn1n_Tt5reI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hKEj2m3GAuA/s72-c/LGIM0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-5557160501823869881</id><published>2009-08-06T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:50:57.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like killing myself lah. so paiseh just now, on the mrt station going down the stairs slipped and fell uh. twice. my left ankle is &amp;amp;^%&amp;amp;*$&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;((* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not watching the movie alr uh. im in a fucking bad mood. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese oral fail uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and melissa, the fan not called useless, is your poker card dun have that person picture uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5557160501823869881?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5557160501823869881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-killing-myself-lah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5557160501823869881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5557160501823869881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-killing-myself-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7407915935766249359</id><published>2009-08-05T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:32:45.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shepherd's pie-e.</title><content type='html'>we baked shepherd's pie today in home econs uh, overall tasted nice :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got chinese oral ehs, then like wtf, they only tell us 2 days before the actual day? what shit is that? somemore the chinese teacher totally slack uh, this monday and tuesday nvr come for class, then somemore nvr teach in oral or anything, plus i would sure fail. maybe i'd just shut my mouth or eat alot of chocolate or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fucking pissed. lol. because of the tests shit/ my ankle being *&amp;amp;%**(&amp;amp;^ and all, walking like penguin uh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7407915935766249359?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7407915935766249359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/shepherds-pie-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7407915935766249359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7407915935766249359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/shepherds-pie-e.html' title='shepherd&apos;s pie-e.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1031870672735607589</id><published>2009-08-04T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:43:51.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice bruised hands, legs, and ankle. hah.</title><content type='html'>hit something and bruised my ankle today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did 16 pumpings on the concrete ground, sprained my back uh, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the bus i was talking to samantha and desiree uh, suddenly that bitch, &lt;strong&gt;rachel&lt;/strong&gt;, from my primary sch, go shout, "&lt;em&gt;EMILY, EMILY EMILY&lt;/em&gt;" wtf seh -.- like i want to actually talk to her uh. but got creeped out, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MY LEG HURTS. AH. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1031870672735607589?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1031870672735607589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-bruised-hands-legs-and-ankle-hah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1031870672735607589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1031870672735607589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-bruised-hands-legs-and-ankle-hah.html' title='nice bruised hands, legs, and ankle. hah.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2138294531356153124</id><published>2009-08-03T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:28:42.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn crappy day uh.</title><content type='html'>2.4km sucked sucked sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i am taking a retest to hopefully gain an unachievable &lt;i&gt;gold&lt;/i&gt;. and also retaking sit and reach if can uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i today in ws suddenly felt damn sick, want to vomit, all those crap you know? yeah, i'm still having a &lt;b&gt;terrible terrible&lt;/b&gt; headache now. just going to colour the background for my art, then finish liao lorhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw the blogskin, i know not really done yet (the tagboard, whatever) but i feel to sick to even type right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be coming to school tomorrow anyway. there's guides. AND I WON'T GO FOR AP. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2138294531356153124?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2138294531356153124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-crappy-day-uh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2138294531356153124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2138294531356153124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-crappy-day-uh.html' title='damn crappy day uh.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8191982962735091243</id><published>2009-07-31T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:44:39.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMMIT LAH. continuation of the damn short previous post.</title><content type='html'>okay, i wanna change my seats uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; reasons on why i &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to change my seat in class.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no ventilation. no thanks to the curtain, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;2. shawn teo aka ttb, ticking time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;3. can't see the board properly.&lt;br /&gt;4. i want to experience seating SOMEWHERE ELSE, DAMMIT. SEATING AT THAT PLACE FOR 7 MONTHS IS &lt;u&gt;DEMENTED&lt;/u&gt;, FOR GOD'S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;i hate emma&lt;/s&gt; got gerald and junhong there, noisy like shit uh. &lt;i&gt;but they changing place on monday i think, LOL NOOBS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. no fan , please partially refer to the first point.&lt;br /&gt;7. no ventilation, as i found out in some research, causes you to get sleepy. so unless ms lee wants me to &lt;i&gt;sleep&lt;/i&gt; in her class SOON, she better move me to somewhere with &lt;b&gt;PROPER&lt;/b&gt; ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm sitting with nerds. (kaikang is exception, 'cos i always copy his answers uh.)&lt;br /&gt;9. no girls around besides emma. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;NO FUDGING FAN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously lah, have the thought of changing ALL our places come across her mind? I WANTWANTWANT to change seats. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8191982962735091243?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8191982962735091243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit-lah-continuation-of-damn-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8191982962735091243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8191982962735091243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit-lah-continuation-of-damn-short.html' title='DAMMIT LAH. continuation of the damn short previous post.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3135337621711041246</id><published>2009-07-31T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:33:31.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dementedly,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;today was epic. LOL&lt;br /&gt;emma was like, "i hate ms filzah man!"&lt;br /&gt;then i think by the time the lesson was over, ms filzah became her favourite teacher lor. bring her together with voonkit. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, LOLOLOL. that was the only fun thing that happened today, besides the crap about ms lee teaching us a fudging &lt;u&gt;5 periods in a row&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;MRS ADRIS PLEASE COME BACK SOON D:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today afternoon i think don't have the catholic thing so yeah, usual crap, not saying anything. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3135337621711041246?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3135337621711041246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dementedly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3135337621711041246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3135337621711041246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dementedly.html' title='dementedly,'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3346913641157701338</id><published>2009-07-30T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:06:50.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzeh from emma's blog.</title><content type='html'>i did this quiz not because i was bored, i just thought it was funny. the beverage out of your nose part? LOL. sorry xinxuan D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;APPEARANCE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am shorter than 150cm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes everytime.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMBARRASSMENT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my trousers rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RELATIONSHIPS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hugged a stranger. &lt;i&gt;i meant other people's stuff toys lah, what else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HONESTY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test. &lt;i&gt;-ahem- in primary 6, lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAD TIMES &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't swallow pills. &lt;i&gt;that time when i was in a hurry, i ended up choking on them, okay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it. &lt;i&gt;lazy mah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hurt myself on purpose. &lt;i&gt;don't ask.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying. &lt;i&gt;nightmare. lols&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm done. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3346913641157701338?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3346913641157701338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-2319171277487778126.post-2181317181851622819</id><published>2009-07-30T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:39:15.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shockingly weird.</title><content type='html'>mrs adris fainted, ms priya's last day tomorrow, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to write after eating all that sushi and &lt;b&gt;walking back home from ehub&lt;/b&gt; afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everybody using plurk nowadays o_o''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2181317181851622819?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2181317181851622819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/shockingly-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2181317181851622819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2181317181851622819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/shockingly-weird.html' title='shockingly weird.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8360291431042061852</id><published>2009-07-29T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:41:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curry chicken .</title><content type='html'>they give me stomach aches (or was it because there &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have been little bit of soap inside? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was slack day, tomorrow is boring crap day.&lt;br /&gt;i love the curry and chicken and potato, but the carrot is just...gross.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT IT WOULD TASTE NICE. DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8360291431042061852?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8360291431042061852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/curry-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8360291431042061852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8360291431042061852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/curry-chicken.html' title='curry chicken .'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7922657656328818710</id><published>2009-07-28T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:26:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART GIRLGUIDES.</title><content type='html'>camp at end of year, december, but not sure if i can make it leh, 'cos i going on holiday, for two weeks. maybe i'll just ask my dad to cancel and choose an earlier time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slacked during guides today. played captain's ball. my job was easy, cos i was the defender and just hand to throw the ball away to the other side, tsk tsk. then after that played that funny rhyme with fionn,samantha, sherilyn and sharmaine. it was....fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just nice got 15/30 for my maths refresher test. that was, awesome. but i still went to the ap cos i was bored. 'cos most of the girls are going lah, wtcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can make it to the camp, (fionn take note) i would bring my bible can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7922657656328818710?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7922657656328818710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-girlguides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7922657656328818710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7922657656328818710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-girlguides.html' title='I HEART GIRLGUIDES.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8716749968656005570</id><published>2009-07-27T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:05:57.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIONN D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;DEAR FIONN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so &lt;b&gt;shocked&lt;/b&gt; when i saw you suddenly fell, okay?! i was so worried D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt;, rest well and don't try to strain your leg too much kay? since you can't march during guides tomorrow or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nice lovely words from your emily mama :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sm17D072UMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KJqWdWSn72A/s1600-h/LGIM0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078036947620034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sm17D072UMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KJqWdWSn72A/s400/LGIM0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please rotate your nice head to read. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;this is my p6 napfa test results. LOL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;compared to this year's one. i think, my sit-ups and sit and reach were failures o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sm17DrpGhAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n6b43bzQMQ8/s1600-h/LGIM0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078034453070850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sm17DrpGhAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n6b43bzQMQ8/s400/LGIM0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;epic. all no more paint inside one, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIONN, GET WELL SOON OR MAMA WILL DO SOMETHING TO YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8716749968656005570?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8716749968656005570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/fionn-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8716749968656005570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8716749968656005570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/fionn-d.html' title='FIONN D:'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Sm17D072UMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KJqWdWSn72A/s72-c/LGIM0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-3757474834674513236</id><published>2009-07-25T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:18:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah.</title><content type='html'>nothing much to talk about except for cursing that &lt;b&gt;faggot&lt;/b&gt; who splashed some weird thing in the lift (no, i don't think it's urine) on the lift floor. i almost slipped when i went in the lift seh. it could have caused at least a concussion. tsk, people nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to tuition with samantha, as usual. &lt;i&gt;i'm still going to blackmail you, mwahahahahaha&lt;/i&gt;. okay, lol. don't talk about tuition. bleh. i forgot to give her the sweets, so -cough- i ate them. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the new blogskin is ugly. damn. the colours clash ._.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3757474834674513236?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3757474834674513236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/bah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3757474834674513236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3757474834674513236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/bah.html' title='bah.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8933435357971232292</id><published>2009-07-24T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:45:59.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hell.</title><content type='html'>today was crap, but obvously not as bad as the other days -mwahahahahahaha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to skip the catholic thing with joan but we ended up going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(very very very) luckily, &lt;i&gt;they dismissed us at 2+&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i headed to ehub with joan, then when we were going to go inside ntuc to buy sushi, &lt;i&gt;i think&lt;/i&gt; we saw jiawei and his mum or smth, not sure because only saw his back. then he was carrying &lt;u&gt;those toilet papers, the one you buy in a huge pack? yeah&lt;/u&gt; so after that went to buy double chocolate frappe as usual, then went to macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;we saw ms nur.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said if xinxuan get fullmarks for the test, we are going to &lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt;. LOL. then i realised i left my chem stuff in school. ARGH DAMMIT. modular test is on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but thankfully i have a great friend called &lt;b&gt;samantha yeo&lt;/b&gt; who promised me to photocopy the notes.&lt;/i&gt; thanks darl(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8933435357971232292?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8933435357971232292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8933435357971232292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8933435357971232292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-hell.html' title='oh hell.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4483446517574514220</id><published>2009-07-23T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:14:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignored.</title><content type='html'>emma how to **** can you say that you didnt do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random question much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the art thing. must dot everything. ARGHHHHH. how frustrating that is, you know? my hand would go.. &lt;i&gt;numb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today in school, we had lessons, as usual, and all that. i got an apple during lit and gave it to mag cos i dont want to lug that thing all the way to ws and then go home with it o_o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will ****ing going to torture emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways joan finally agreed to play scissors-paper-stone with me. i beat the crap out of her (hand), and fionn hit my hand with the &lt;u&gt;history textbook&lt;/u&gt;. thanks, now there's a spot of blueblack on my right hand, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, melissa also punched me in the stomach. right after reccess. i got revenge, so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :B&lt;br /&gt;i've been writing incredibly short posts lately, i'm still too pissed from what happened to actually think of some shit to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem test - ms swan's method of marking : fail.&lt;br /&gt;geog test - i'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I WILL GET YOU ONE DAY, EMMA, I SWEAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4483446517574514220?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4483446517574514220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4483446517574514220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4483446517574514220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignored.html' title='ignored.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1981254079490013974</id><published>2009-07-22T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:25:08.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too lazy to edit the previous post, so..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb29-epmTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9SH1Eul_K6E/s1600-h/typing+test+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361243951035160882" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb29-epmTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9SH1Eul_K6E/s400/typing+test+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit@^ third try. yay.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb1y8D72oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KVVMox5q3-Q/s1600-h/typing+test+2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361242661896051330" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb1y8D72oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KVVMox5q3-Q/s400/typing+test+2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOOTS, LOLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mwahahahahaha-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1981254079490013974?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1981254079490013974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-lazy-to-edit-previous-post-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1981254079490013974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1981254079490013974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-lazy-to-edit-previous-post-so.html' title='too lazy to edit the previous post, so..'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb29-epmTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9SH1Eul_K6E/s72-c/typing+test+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-3511557809065676645</id><published>2009-07-22T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:15:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typing test. lol</title><content type='html'>when emily is bored, she does random stuff. for example, the typing test mentioned during &lt;b&gt;IT&lt;/b&gt; class. i feel like a pathetic failure right now, judging on the results -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb0c8TGR8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/QY1gycK4e2U/s1600-h/typing+test.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361241184490899394" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb0c8TGR8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/QY1gycK4e2U/s400/typing+test.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2319171277487778126-3511557809065676645?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3511557809065676645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/typing-test-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3511557809065676645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3511557809065676645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/typing-test-lol.html' title='typing test. lol'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/Smb0c8TGR8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/QY1gycK4e2U/s72-c/typing+test.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-2242258697019230891</id><published>2009-07-22T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:36:37.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh fudgecake.</title><content type='html'>today was fucking stupid except for the part where me and samantha got locked out of class, and home econs. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am officially going to kill &lt;b&gt;emma&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt; and maybe &lt;u&gt;fionn&lt;/u&gt;. you guys better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the morning we got er, locked out by the class nerds, jonathan, kaikang, jiawei, guoyao and maybe someone else. quite fun tho, cos i yanked the door open in the end. then mr leong happened to pass by and ask what would happen if i broke the door. epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scissors-paper-stone ish goddamn fun : D -stares at own hands- yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we baked fruit crumbles in home econs :B it was simply, goddamn delicious. mwahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEIZHEN GET WELL SOON D: WE MISS YOU. OR YOU POKING UMM, OUR BUTTS. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2242258697019230891?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2242258697019230891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-fudgecake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2242258697019230891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2242258697019230891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-fudgecake.html' title='oh fudgecake.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-3952885824625399732</id><published>2009-07-21T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:31:12.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't really come up with a title right now / ♥ my scarred hand(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON, PEIZHEN : D I LOVE YOU ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;although we're not that close, you butt poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my phone -stabs phone-&lt;br /&gt;so this is all i'm going to write today because i have to switch to study mode and re-write my messy history notes. hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-3952885824625399732?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3952885824625399732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-really-come-up-with-title-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3952885824625399732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/3952885824625399732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-really-come-up-with-title-right.html' title='i can&apos;t really come up with a title right now / ♥ my scarred hand(s)'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6036085924822752609</id><published>2009-07-20T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:56:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, my phone's camera just went black all of a sudden, i restart a few more times and it can't detect my faggoting memory card. woah, nice right? damn fucking phone -.- and my parents decided not to buy me a new phone, obviously, and trust me, i dont think my phone will get fixed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. damndamndamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week is crap.&lt;br /&gt;at least i finished art? : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6036085924822752609?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6036085924822752609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-this-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6036085924822752609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6036085924822752609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-this-life.html' title='fuck this life.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-4617478060426746791</id><published>2009-07-17T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:12:05.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a happy/hyper day : D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: who is wearing ethnic costume on monday? 'cos i'm prepared to be scolded by ms lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; happy today, like in a few days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not talk about lessons, &lt;b&gt;especially&lt;/b&gt; stinking maths &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/angry.gif"&gt;. gah, that make me want to bang the wall or something. it's just so depressing &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/mad.gif"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after dismissal went to whitesands with samantha, honghui, alecia, peizhen and chloe : D that weirdo junhong &lt;u&gt;barged to our table and started stealing fries&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/tired.gif"&gt;. god, what a cheapskate. anyway, the &lt;b&gt;double chocolate frappe&lt;/b&gt; makes me go hyper. like, really really hyper o-o'' ask them, lol. so i owe alecia 70 cents? &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/worried.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, time for pictures to tell the (less than) a thousand words :D&lt;br /&gt;samantha, your pictures right at the bottom, specially for you, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01671.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, &lt;u&gt;quarantined&lt;/u&gt; cos their project thing was top secret :3. i made it back to them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01682.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;unglam&lt;/i&gt; chloe. she won't kill me, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01697.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left : peizhen, samantha, honghui, me and chloe :D see that the picture was a big fail, cos i wasnt looking at the mirror, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01699.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hideous. taken this while on the top of the sprially thing in the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, trying my utmost best to stay on top of it before slipping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01702.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i banged my head into. the pole thingy was &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01703.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "awesome football skills" ended up in peizhen getting hit by this on the leg. it was a case of "bad timing" D: or my aiming skills phail &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/embarrassed.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01706.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icecream :33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;specially compiled for my daughter samantha.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01670.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i come in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01672.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distracted by me. mwahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01679.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distracted, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01681.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;i&gt;supreme&lt;/i&gt; distracting powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01684.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha, so cute :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01688.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01708.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoom fail, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the video on one part of the game, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ac7ef9254dbff23" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ac7ef9254dbff23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334082205%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D204B6AF86967970E190CC37E8F3CC96FCB790A29.58821D52FF93EEF38996840A8AC22129BEB13244%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ac7ef9254dbff23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DolS-TAR9PItx6nVpI05fZrVgYhU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ac7ef9254dbff23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334082205%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D204B6AF86967970E190CC37E8F3CC96FCB790A29.58821D52FF93EEF38996840A8AC22129BEB13244%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ac7ef9254dbff23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DolS-TAR9PItx6nVpI05fZrVgYhU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4617478060426746791?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ac7ef9254dbff23&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4617478060426746791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happyhyper-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4617478060426746791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4617478060426746791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happyhyper-day-d.html' title='what a happy/hyper day : D'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1984987998936773608</id><published>2009-07-16T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:54:56.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz. something short, lol.</title><content type='html'>quiz from fionn's blog. yay. emily has a life. &lt;s&gt;no wait, i forgot about the test tomorrow&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say the first thing that pops in your head in only three words. Can you do it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;hungry and panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School&lt;br /&gt;not really fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MTV&lt;br /&gt;m , t, v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Weather outside&lt;br /&gt;boring night today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Housework&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cell phone charger&lt;br /&gt;is my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Shoes&lt;br /&gt;some can't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Grades&lt;br /&gt;are pathetic phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Water&lt;br /&gt;8 glasses minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;circus, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rodeo Clowns&lt;br /&gt;creepy, strange, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;not that pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Schedule for tommorow&lt;br /&gt;school, school, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;spelling is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sports&lt;br /&gt;failing my 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Traffic&lt;br /&gt;red yellow green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Socks&lt;br /&gt;i fold mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;is goddamn dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. California&lt;br /&gt;ladies in bikinis :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pop-up ads&lt;br /&gt;alt+f4? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Dinner last night&lt;br /&gt;Was soup. vegetarian :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. George Bush&lt;br /&gt;barack obama owns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Drama&lt;br /&gt;lazy to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Newspapers&lt;br /&gt;i love reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Loudmouths&lt;br /&gt;need immediate therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Best friends&lt;br /&gt;faith faith faith &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Aggravating&lt;br /&gt;yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Cereal&lt;br /&gt;samantha, froot loops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Gangsta Rap&lt;br /&gt;gangsters who rap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. BGRs&lt;br /&gt;i'll go les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Music&lt;br /&gt;is the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Weekends&lt;br /&gt;tuition and church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. iPhone&lt;br /&gt;too expensive, imho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Parents&lt;br /&gt;give pocket money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Megan Fox&lt;br /&gt;has nice boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;pretty much empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Emo&lt;br /&gt;emo,emotional, emoticon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;the viking ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favourite words&lt;br /&gt;-screaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;love macadamia nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Yesterday's events&lt;br /&gt;is history, earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Future plans&lt;br /&gt;happy-go-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. One wish&lt;br /&gt;it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Current location&lt;br /&gt;my weird bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;moo-la-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Travel&lt;br /&gt;holidays long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Cars&lt;br /&gt;on the streets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Life&lt;br /&gt;is totally unfulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. This survey&lt;br /&gt;is kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. 3 words&lt;br /&gt;I heart faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;damn i need to study for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1984987998936773608?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1984987998936773608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-something-short-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1984987998936773608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1984987998936773608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-something-short-lol.html' title='quiz. something short, lol.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-529471857848488136</id><published>2009-07-16T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:23:30.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got my icecream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I LOVEE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;YOU SHARMAINE &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/inlove.gif" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, samantha, i can never be on time if i meet with you at 6.15am &lt;b&gt;everyday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i would &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/dead.gif" /&gt;, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's very crappy lesson time :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chemistry&lt;/b&gt; it sucks when you don't have lab sessions, imho. i was so tired and kind of sick that i wanted to throw up &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/sick-1.gif" /&gt; but i didn't tell anyone anyway. copied notes for one hour. sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;geography&lt;/b&gt; lol. left my water bottle there, got it back after maths, but mr leong was in that room, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;maths&lt;/b&gt; so much homework, not that i'm complaining. &lt;i&gt;just about the copying the questions part. tch, waste our ink.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recess&lt;/b&gt; nothing much, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;english &amp;amp; cme crap&lt;/b&gt; i started vandalising my table &lt;i&gt;( &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/sneer.gif" /&gt; i'm sorry, i got bored! )&lt;/i&gt; summarising is kinda crappy, and there's gonna be so many tests next week anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;literature&lt;/b&gt; boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OH YAHH. TODAY IN THE MORNING SO FUN(NY)! mwahahahahahah :3 cos i beat joan &lt;i&gt;( or should i call her joanne? &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/wink-1.gif" /&gt; )&lt;/i&gt; while playing scissorspaperstone:D she scarred my hand, i scarred hers D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to whitesand with sharmaine and samantha and ate at macs. omg the frappe thing sharmaine drank is god-awesome D: i'm gonna buy it soon, like, very soon. altho it costs 4 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;is &lt;b&gt;MELISSAAAAH&lt;/b&gt; coming back tomorrow? pleasepleaseplease say yes!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-529471857848488136?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/529471857848488136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-my-icecream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/529471857848488136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/529471857848488136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-my-icecream.html' title='i got my icecream.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2258035633881097835</id><published>2009-07-15T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:59:37.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting forgetful. shit.</title><content type='html'>i forgot to bring my hw home. like, how many freaking times in a row already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, ms swan never come, on mc, probably because of our chaotic class, so ms lee happened to see us in class then gave us work to do. and i forgot to bring it home. damndamndamn -smacks self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that was IT, which was boring, then recess, and home econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASIAN KEBABS is lovee ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and 100% better than the muffins &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i went home with joan today, realised that i had no coins, so i used a damn 2-dollar note for the bus fee. fuck that, tyvm. (joan had no coins too?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i reached home i realised that all the coins in my wallet had dropped into the damn skirt pocket. then my mother started saying some crap, asking me how much stuff i could buy with &lt;i&gt;$1.40+&lt;/i&gt; my reply? around 1-and-a-half packets of milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, this part is dedicated to my darling MELISSAAHH :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR MELISSA DARLING;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please freaking get well soon and when you come back on friday, we can burp together again! although i still hold the record for doing the loudest burp, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and that so reminds me of the chain thingy me,alecia,samantha,sharmaine,chloe,peizhen,mag and sherilyn did today. so fun :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2258035633881097835?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2258035633881097835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-forgetful-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2258035633881097835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2258035633881097835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-forgetful-shit.html' title='getting forgetful. shit.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-840672565856828891</id><published>2009-07-13T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:59:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharmaine,</title><content type='html'>dear sharmaine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, or course, and welcome back to horrible school, but i bet staying at home was much worse anyway, and i &lt;b&gt;want my ice cream&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah we have chemistry tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-840672565856828891?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/840672565856828891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sharmaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/840672565856828891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/840672565856828891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sharmaine.html' title='sharmaine,'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8250741610318201535</id><published>2009-07-13T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:56:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework not done .</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/confused.gif" /&gt; too angry to do the bloody art crap.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like killing some bloody people today.&lt;br /&gt;well, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too tired to type or what shit, so i'm just going to end this post short.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to do my art today. maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a new correction tape, damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8250741610318201535?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8250741610318201535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework-not-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8250741610318201535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8250741610318201535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework-not-done.html' title='homework not done .'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-6366137185645893965</id><published>2009-07-12T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:20:51.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dte &amp; escape theme park. word heavy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/confused.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;mood :&lt;/b&gt; dizzy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to t1 with samantha to buy something -cough- (samantha : i found a way to open it)&lt;br /&gt;then after that met up with faith to go to the cosfest thing. omg those goddamn sexy people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so skipping to the escape theme park part. sat on the viking ship. thought it was nothing much, and &lt;b&gt;my judgement failed me completely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that FAITH decided to sit right at the back, so i followed. OMG I ALMOST FAINTED, LOL. cos the thing goes 90 degrees, and since im right on top, i can't breathe when the thing goes down since it is so fast. *A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started clawing her hand cos i was scared, rofl. so after that scary, horrifying experience we decided to go on that roller coaster, and i sat next to jayne, and i was so hyper (or just plain petrified) that i started screaming, "I LOVE COOKIES, I LOVE MUFFINS, FUDGECAKE! ICECREAM! CADBURY CHCOLATE!" hell, that was stupid, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i think we went on the viking ship and sat right at the bottom cos i was scared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01578.jpg" width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viking ship. hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01584.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while queing up for the second ride on the ship, faith got so bored that she &lt;i&gt;kissed the random pole&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01587.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; feel intimidated, faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01601.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ahem- the khr merchandise we bought from the cosfest. no, we're not lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01604.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i look the same height as faith here? i don't really know. faith should be so proud *3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01607.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01611.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my height :D, lol. jayne is holding the toy she won from that game i keep losing in, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remember that hyper freak worker in there. keep saying that i slow (which is true,lol). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have homework to do now, sheep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-6366137185645893965?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6366137185645893965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dte-escape-theme-park-word-heavy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6366137185645893965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/6366137185645893965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dte-escape-theme-park-word-heavy.html' title='dte &amp; escape theme park. word heavy.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-530267565004716749</id><published>2009-07-11T17:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:42:01.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/confused.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;mood :&lt;/b&gt; tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition is starting to get weirder and weirder, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on our way to tuition, samantha and i spotted a bunch of police officers pointing to a particular tree, one of them holding a big white sack and another talking on the phone or something. obviously one tiny crowd of residents had gathered there. i was too scared to take a photo of them when i was directly in front of them, cos it was still very obvious although we were on the other side of the road. so a few hundred metres away from them later... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYiyZJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o_oPwep7qoU/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357129111423285362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYiyZJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o_oPwep7qoU/s400/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my camera has very limited zoom skills, and the picture was overly bright and blur and cartoonish. time to get that w995 phone with 8.1 megapixels, but still broke anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYjKnNrsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kSzP0gGCJ0Q/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357129117924699842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYjKnNrsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kSzP0gGCJ0Q/s400/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is : my very weird tuition class. teacher is writing some stuff on the board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYjRgBHnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xP14gKYmKRU/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357129119773564530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYjRgBHnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xP14gKYmKRU/s400/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a few minutes later he erases the stuff and writes some other stuff ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYjkz4pmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CVbIRF4OqIc/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357129124957169250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYjkz4pmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CVbIRF4OqIc/s400/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explaining the weird sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he gave us homework :D&lt;br /&gt;that's how i spend 2hours of my saturday afternoon every week. with samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;by the way, i paid attention during tuition class, i'm not that lazy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-530267565004716749?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/530267565004716749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuition-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/530267565004716749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/530267565004716749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuition-3.html' title='tuition :3'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlhYiyZJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o_oPwep7qoU/s72-c/DSC01558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-4648118965085719172</id><published>2009-07-10T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:29:24.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily dosage of crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/confused.gif" /&gt; mood: bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, around 6.45am . not the exact words tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: let's take number 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: (some random ramblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: -boards the bus &amp;amp; taps card-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: -boards the bus &amp;amp; taps card, suddenly beep beep beep-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: -walks to the middle of the bus, looking for joan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: -walks to me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: -sits down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: -sits down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: (some crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: joan is sitting there what, with that weird person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: huh, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: -points infront-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: -sees joan listening to music-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: o-o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: let's give her a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;: ok lor ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: hi elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;joan&lt;/i&gt;: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: turn behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;joan&lt;/i&gt;: -turns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;: -waves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was crappy &lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/dead.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-4648118965085719172?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4648118965085719172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/daily-dosage-of-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4648118965085719172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/4648118965085719172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/daily-dosage-of-crap.html' title='daily dosage of crap.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-5095387037078932038</id><published>2009-07-10T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:22:22.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am broke.</title><content type='html'>let me start off by complementing the freaking weather today.&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;b&gt;probably&lt;/b&gt; one of the worst case scenarios, lol.&lt;br /&gt;heavy,heavy rain. right after dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;imagine a pool of students in white and lightblue uniforms running for shelter, towards void decks, bus stops, soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i was drenched by the time i got to the bus stop, where everybody was crowding in to avoid the all-powerful rain. so took a bus to white sands with emma and kimberly, went to the toilet to dry up (only the 2 of them, actually, i wasn't that wet), and then kimberly SUGGESTED to go to this restaurant. and so we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bill : close to 40 dollars. damn service charge, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the pictures .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01548.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our wet skirts. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01552.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exclusive photos. it's not everyday you see kimberly eating like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01553.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food. of course i used the spoon and fork, while they used chopsticks ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01554.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice and rice bowl :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv78/stalkingcookies-z/DSC01557.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma. random photo lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there something damn wrong with uploading photos on blogger, cos mine doesn't seem to work, had to upload it to photobucket -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DAMN, THEY'RE FUDGE-ING GOING TO CHANGE THE TIMETABLE. AGAIN. ARGHH&lt;br /&gt;SAY BYEBYE TO DAMN FUN ONE HOUR PE, PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-5095387037078932038?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5095387037078932038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5095387037078932038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/5095387037078932038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html' title='i am broke.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-7043923825424019395</id><published>2009-07-09T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:56:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's not that bad</title><content type='html'>i think, 'cos chemistry is... quite fun. hard to say especially when science isn't your most likeable subject,huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/5747/dsc01508v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to take this seriously fail photo of the experiment i was doing with honghui and emma yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/8141/dsc01533c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lame mask we did during the last period today, since that einstein came in, cos mr lua had to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pinned it on my noticeboard, and realised that's gonna be one of the first things i see when i wake up in the morning ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out to celebrate dad's birthday, somewhere. but frankly, i rather sleep at home 'cos im damn tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-7043923825424019395?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7043923825424019395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-not-that-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7043923825424019395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/7043923825424019395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-not-that-bad.html' title='life&apos;s not that bad'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1536313581139018426</id><published>2009-07-07T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:40:18.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to stuff my muffins into her mouth.</title><content type='html'>or her other hole, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you, mrs choo.&lt;br /&gt;how the &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; can you call me &lt;i&gt;arrogant&lt;/i&gt; and pretend to know everything when i didn't even do &lt;u&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/u&gt;? but hell, my muffins tasted weird anyway. she gave 2 of my muffins to some weird teacher and gave me 4 -.- the others got 3 each : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHARMAINE PLEASE GET YOUR BUTT TO SCHOOL AS SOON AS POSSIBLE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was shit lor.so tomorrow, dunno how i'm supposed to do experiments alone, if there would be any.&lt;br /&gt;i change place with melissa all the better -.-&lt;br /&gt;i feel so freaking helpless without sharmaine lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost slept during english. i dont know why o-o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school some of us went to macdonalds ( as usual,no? ) and all of them bought french fries except me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MCFLURRY IS NICE, OKAY? ALTHOUGH I ADMIT I EAT QUITE MESSILY ._.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-1536313581139018426?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1536313581139018426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-stuff-my-muffins-into-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1536313581139018426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1536313581139018426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-stuff-my-muffins-into-her.html' title='i want to stuff my muffins into her mouth.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-1544609059250390076</id><published>2009-07-05T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:39:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's crapping raining.</title><content type='html'>just posting 3 random pics, because it's now &lt;i&gt;raining&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;note to &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt; : it must be the rain dance we did on msn yesterday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQHEvHMzI/AAAAAAAAACk/TvwEswkRpbk/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938408148349746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQHEvHMzI/AAAAAAAAACk/TvwEswkRpbk/s400/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. mouse :3 it's darn cute? it's part of the scotch tape thingy : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQGR9rEQI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZU8JmTxBRfY/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938394519212290" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQGR9rEQI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZU8JmTxBRfY/s400/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's &lt;b&gt;yummy&lt;/b&gt; dinner. i feel pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQGmMFXXI/AAAAAAAAACc/caIeZa16xr0/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938399948365170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQGmMFXXI/AAAAAAAAACc/caIeZa16xr0/s400/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;recycle this box up to 3 times? lol.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another note to self : don't do the rain dance today in case it might rain tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2319171277487778126-1544609059250390076?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1544609059250390076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-crapping-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1544609059250390076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/1544609059250390076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-crapping-raining.html' title='it&apos;s crapping raining.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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/_v_EZu_Pz5UI/SlCQHEvHMzI/AAAAAAAAACk/TvwEswkRpbk/s72-c/DSC01464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319171277487778126.post-8766127837797462397</id><published>2009-07-05T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:11:30.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; excited for tomorrow, 'cos im watching the ever-so-epic &lt;u&gt;ice age 3&lt;/u&gt; in 3d with santaclaus samantha, emma, and maybe kim and melissa 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i overslept and didn't go for catechism class today, thanks to my whole family who left to church without me. so before catechism joan smsed me, asking whethere i was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what followed was how she wanted my head to be presented to her ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST I PUT MY HEAD IN A CHEAP PLASTIC BAG INSTEAD OF WRAPPING IT UP WITH....NICE WRAPPING PAPER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants it &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; christmas, so heck, santaclaus samantha, get the chainsaw ready to cut your own mother's &lt;b&gt;HEAD&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, remember our damn plan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;samantha, dont wear a shirt with buttons. just a warning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8766127837797462397?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8766127837797462397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-8d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8766127837797462397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8766127837797462397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-8d.html' title='tomorrow 8D'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-2656484667430319499</id><published>2009-07-04T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:16:50.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson to learn.</title><content type='html'>today, i learnt a very important lesson :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;never ever be thirsty before tuition.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pokes samantha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was crap.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i didn't get to sit next to samantha as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next week we're planning to barge into class &lt;u&gt;early&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-2656484667430319499?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2656484667430319499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2656484667430319499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/2656484667430319499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-to-learn.html' title='a lesson to learn.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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-2319171277487778126.post-8374308704644163351</id><published>2009-07-03T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:28:42.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg, it's friday.</title><content type='html'>today, was hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;melissa&lt;/i&gt;:the icecream thing is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; my fault. the darn auntie never put the cover properly, that's why it spilled LOL. And i &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; get revenge on emma for you, okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;emma&lt;/i&gt;: since when did you get so violent? you scared me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's not part of today's hellish day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog sounds so damn cheem larh, like, boring + cheem = fail tests.&lt;br /&gt;literature was weird, cos i was trying not to sleep like everyone else in class.&lt;br /&gt;and now it's like exam format again. there's no ventilation at the front here, it's so &lt;b&gt;damn&lt;/b&gt;stupid, like, can we change places or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the happier part of the day :&lt;br /&gt;i went to ws with melissa,peizhen,alecia and fionn. then we talked to sharmaine on the way thr. so alecia was the only one who got hold of the pole cos it was fudging crowded, so i held on to her bag while melissa and fionn held on to mine. then when we were at the interchange the bus suddenly turn then i slammed into alecia and melissa and fionn slammed into me. so we jammed all our body weight to alecia o-o  (is your hand ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to macdonalds then bought mcflurry andandand fries there. melissa bought coke and fries lol. after that me, alecia and melissa went to the library to find fionn and pz, then i help melissa to stuff her coke into &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; bag. i'm actually very kind, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went down to morethanwords, bought some stuff, met samantha, bought the present, and i bought myself a katekyohitmanreborn keychain andthen samantha's slippers....spoil-ed? she had to act like a person with a sprained foot all the way home o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i feel so freaking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; -chomps on pizza- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319171277487778126-8374308704644163351?l=pixelatingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8374308704644163351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/omfg-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8374308704644163351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319171277487778126/posts/default/8374308704644163351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelatingthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/omfg-its-friday.html' title='omfg, it&apos;s friday.'/><author><name>[emelyy♥]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04024452487603852308</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>
