<?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-10033501</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:26:22.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far from evil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-4903733074279082477</id><published>2008-05-20T22:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:03:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it really doesn't feel like i'm 18. there's no sudden realization that i can drink, drive, watch M18 movies legally. no sudden feeling of responsibility that being considered almost a full adult should bring. it doesn't seem that big a deal compared to my 16th birthday. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, birthday week was quite sucky. fell sick after dance night and still had to cram for h3 final exam. i had only that one week to get down to studying h3, which now i think back, was quite a big risk i took. after all, that final exam's effectively my A' levels. we'll only know how well we did for it next year when we get back A' level results. what the pongs. 9 months of torture. that said, i never regretted committing to dance night 2008 because, tiring as it was to juggle h3 and dance pracs, i truly did love those rehearsals. sort of. and dance night itself was a blast!!! (= couldn't have had a better way to end it all. felt a bit emo the day immediately after though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup. so no more dance pracs. no more external h3 in the evenings. i'm finally free. and free for what? free to finally get down to studying. hahaha sad life. i never thought i'd say this, but i'm actually relieved to be able to start planning my study schedule, to start contemplating serious mugging. before dance night, before h3 exam, i couldn't even bring myself to think about all the tutorials i haven't started, all the assignments my math teacher never got to mark because i haven't even looked at them, all the concepts i was supposed to already have mastered thoroughly but don't even know about yet. not to mention study plans for SATS in june. i really was panicking because at the back of my mind there was this vague knowledge that there were loads of stuff i had to do, but i didn't have the energy to list them all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today i handed in my first math assignment for the term. hahaha it's not bad, considering desmond sounded a bit anxious when he realized i'd completed the assignment. so maybe i'm not the only one lagging. and only today ms wang bothered to call on me to answer questions during math, because my math tutorial is finally in a presentable state. the teachers do know that we're kind of lost to them the week before a concert or our h3 exam. ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok lazy to write already. pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486667936664002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDLyD38SCcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZA1moj-CHMU/s320/airport(departure)04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;17. November 2007! departure to germany. thank you, 6R, for sending us off! &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486049461373314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDLxf38SCYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zYRUbmJSg6w/s320/schwaebische_alb04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;winter wonderland! charlotte, me, xiao xuan, and constanze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486053756340626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDLxgH8SCZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/s2WDaTmxVQc/s320/wintersonata05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our favourite place in tuebingen. we call it the winter sonata lane. because it really does look like those places in korean dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486058051307938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDLxgX8SCaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Wgkx3MSxlcQ/s320/wintersonata10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;winter sonata lane again. uj and i trying (and failing miserably) to be emo drama-mamas. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486062346275250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDLxgn8SCbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/k_sUOBq6_-M/s320/Picture+537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;winter sonata lane again. i'll never get tired of it. adeline, me and mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489515499981266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL0pn8SCdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uMQi_pK9a2M/s320/neuschwanstein01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;castle neuschwanstein. the fairy tale castle that many people go to bayern to see. it's like those castles in polly pocket! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489528384883170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL0qX8SCeI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DfocuKyGehI/s320/DSCN5575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot guys in vienna! hahaha this was taken when we visited a school in vienna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489536974817778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL0q38SCfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JxFpkaWpaHk/s320/DSCN5611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephansdom (Stephan's cathedral) in vienna. this will be one sight i will never ever forget. the first time we saw this cathedral was at night, and it was so beautiful, so ethereal that i thought i was hallucinating. took me 10 seconds to realize it was a real cathedral and then my jaw dropped. in germany, i already saw many churches that really made me want to cry, but this one beat them all. the pic doesn't do it justice, by the way. it's one thing you have to see for yourself to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489545564752386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL0rX8SCgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UfA0r7uEiUk/s320/DSCN5751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christkindlmarkt! or christmas markets, which you'll only find in germany or german-speaking countries. in the background: the viennese town council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202489549859719698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL0rn8SChI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3XJhwWHyK4E/s320/crossroads08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ballet concert - crossroads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491843372255778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL2xH8SCiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3HHK6hCrE90/s320/6R02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chinese new year party at heidi's house! 6R!!! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491847667223090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL2xX8SCjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9vCRuGu_BjM/s320/h3math01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and desmond (h3 partner!) at cny party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491847667223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL2xX8SCkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2KjI7nmsjzQ/s320/reallyrandom29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and zhi xin! &lt;3 align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491851962190418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL2xn8SClI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Cx6BsoaGg70/s320/pinklovers02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the 3 of us! ye wei's being extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202491856257157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDL2x38SCmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uGUYNL2Z6dI/s320/eva01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and eva (my host in germany in 2005) at rj gate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202502095459191410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMAF38SCnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oPLNr9Ww0to/s320/benbday14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ben-chan's birthday party at tea party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202502095459191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMAF38SCoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/o1h3ci6MGJ8/s320/benbday16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;still tea party. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202502104049126050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMAGX8SCqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TxcxyRpl6SU/s320/desannees14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dance night '08 - des annees! xD with daryl eng. in my retro costume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202502108344093362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMAGn8SCrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_Sp1UgMybOA/s320/desannees15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dance night again! in my bollywood costume this time. with my fav babes. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202504990267148994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMCuX8SCsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LZG_t-IDadY/s320/desannees24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with 6R! thanks for coming to support, friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202504994562116306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMCun8SCtI/AAAAAAAAARA/YgtDt-DVXAo/s320/desannees23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with xuewei and hui min. why's hui min the only one looking at the camera?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202504994562116322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMCun8SCuI/AAAAAAAAARI/NZ5OIlehfrw/s320/desannees21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;still dance night. with 6R girls. love you all, babes. MUAH! XOXO &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202504998857083634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDMCu38SCvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6Oi9yWbdHOI/s320/desannees20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okok final group photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok gotta go sleep. gp common test tmr. crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-4903733074279082477?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/4903733074279082477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=4903733074279082477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/4903733074279082477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/4903733074279082477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-really-doesnt-feel-like-im-18.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOqwpfL0oeU/SDLyD38SCcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZA1moj-CHMU/s72-c/airport(departure)04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-2659403548540260596</id><published>2008-05-01T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:03:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry darlings (assuming anyone still reads my blog)! been 8 months since i last posted. is that a record? knowing my blogging frequency, i wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the longest i've gone without a post. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, our trip to germany and vienna last november was great, as fun as the stay in frankenberg a few years ago, i'd say. this time, it was almost like backpacking. we basically found our way around the cities (munich and vienna) mostly on our own, taking public transport and reading maps and everything. frau schraudolph rocks. she gave suggestions on where we should go, but she usually just let us go off on our own to wherever we wanted. omg it's beautiful in winter. there are so many sights i won't forget. neuschwanstein, winter sonata lane, christkindlmarkt etc. i'll blog more about it when i have time (read: after A' levels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's dance night. my last dance concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even while i know i'll feel relieved when it's all over on saturday night, because there are so many things i've been neglecting and can finally get down to doing them, i'm also a bit sad. dance is tiring and i'm not uber-uber-pro at it, and there are times when it gets stressful especially during concerts, but it just struck me that i really do love dancing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the stage, because when it comes to making a performer high, nothing beats colourful glaring stage lights and a live audience, not to mention hearing the familiar music that you've been practising to for how many months, so much so that your every muscle knows the next beat, and you're almost beginning to get sick of the soundtrack, but suddenly it sounds a zillion times better when you're finally performing to it. ok i don't know if i'm making sense, but those are gonna be the things i'll miss about dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, there is no way you can feel bad when you dance. so keep on dancing, folks. &lt;i&gt;like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-2659403548540260596?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/2659403548540260596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=2659403548540260596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/2659403548540260596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/2659403548540260596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-darlings-assuming-anyone-still.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-1320326181472161809</id><published>2007-09-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:03:06.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm sick! this flu just popped out of nowhere and it had to come just when i really shouldn't be feeling sleepy. the mountain of tissue paper beside me is growing but there's no point in clearing it because once i cart it over to the bin, a new one will start growing. and the tea i drank might as well have been water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. guess this is the price to pay for coming home late every night. been mugging out for the whole week, so today's the first day i'm mugging at home. stupid flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk about teacher's day, cip on saturday, german school etc. (and maybe, just maybe, class adventure camp) another day. for now, let the pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107501754231885570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuF9yOatDwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-7Ulv0lgaJI/s320/3rdlangorals_before(wing1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;taking before and after pics for 3rd lang oral exams! wing's supposed to look stressed in this pic (because she hasn't gone for oral exam yet), but somehow she smiled instead. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107501767116787490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuF9y-atDyI/AAAAAAAAALA/mMM02FekF5s/s320/3rdlangorals_after(huimin).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hui min's after-oral-exam pic. i think she'll bash me if i post the before pic. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107501797181558578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuF90uatDzI/AAAAAAAAALI/JiNHeFChW8E/s320/phoebe%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and phoebe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107501801476525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuF90-atD0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/77EqQSp41aE/s320/reallyrandom08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hot babe alert! hui zhen, me and grace! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107504679104614226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuGAceatD1I/AAAAAAAAALY/E9ExjEzKFcI/s320/reallyrandom11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;another hot babe alert! me, xuewei my BaObEiXXX, and mila, though she can't really be seen. hehe sorry. ^^"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107504687694548834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuGAc-atD2I/AAAAAAAAALg/FYiqvzJSlUs/s320/reallyrandom13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;now you can be seen. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107504687694548850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuGAc-atD3I/AAAAAAAAALo/WefXSP-KF7I/s320/kathrin%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and kathrin, my host at the german european school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that's all for now, darlings! i keep sneezing onto the poor keyboard, so i'd better get away before it catches the flu from me. tata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-1320326181472161809?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/1320326181472161809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=1320326181472161809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/1320326181472161809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/1320326181472161809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sick-this-flu-just-popped-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RuF9yOatDwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-7Ulv0lgaJI/s72-c/3rdlangorals_before(wing1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-1619159546967224473</id><published>2007-08-09T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:03:11.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been telling everyone that i'll blog "soon", but i never do. now i wasn't planning to blog, but just suddenly felt like writing something, so here i am. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh shout-outs to those people on my tagboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;hui zhen&lt;/b&gt;: where's my shout-out! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;joshua&lt;/b&gt;: it's been so damn long since that shout-out! it is actually a bit amusing to re-read my entries because since that last shout-out, you've learnt to suan people like crazy but still remain as blur. xP and yes, i know that line that appears when you try to copy and paste from my blog is damn cool. for those of you who still don't know how my blog works, try copying something from my blog and pasting it somewhere else and you'll see what i mean by cool. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;xuewei&lt;/b&gt;: any discerning person can see that this blog is far from bimboland. but yes, i'm thinking about revamping my blog and i kind of can't remember how the "take me" "touch me" "hold me close" came to be on my tagboard. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;hui min&lt;/b&gt;: hello! haha is that you or someone else? why's the word before "min" censored? tsk tsk. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ye wei&lt;/b&gt;: a bit paiseh. sorry if you all have been waiting for an update. you haven't been blogging for some time either! update your blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;~end of shout-outs~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i simply cannot resist this. HELLO GRACE I UPDATED! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i think i really need to re-design the blog. most of the links are kind of stale too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is national day! had our national day celebrations on tuesday night. turned out to be kind of a cool idea, because that's the first time the whole school stayed back until so late, and it was quite fun. like take 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, after school on tuesday, we were deciding where to spend the afternoon before coming back for national day celebrations. at first, i suggested going to watch the simpsons and hui min and joshua were all for it. but then chin yang was devastated because he wanted the class to go to his house, so in the end they went. only me and hui zhen and grace refused to go, so we started thinking of what to do for the rest of the afternoon. couldn't go pool because we were in uniform. didn't go walk around orchard because hui zhen say too far away. didn't go play volleyball because i didn't want to. couldn't go ride on hui zhen's friend's bike because he could only come at 5.30. in the end, grace remembered that you can watch movie for only 5 bucks at eng wah jubilee, so we checked timing for the simpsons and just decided to go for the 4.00 show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we still had some time to stone, so we went to the art room to watch hui zhen make her mask for art class. oh, i was telling grace about the cheesy pick-up line: &lt;b&gt;you make my software turn into hardware.&lt;/b&gt; and then hui zhen went to add another line to it: &lt;b&gt;i want to install my program in you.&lt;/b&gt; which is totally sick, but you have to agree it's quite smart! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after that when we set off for eng wah jubilee, we dragged hui zhen's art friend along too. when we got there, we found out the 5 bucks only applied to shows before noon, and tickets after 12pm cost $6.50. \= it's still very worth it if you're watching the show for the first time, but hui zhen and her friend already watched the simpsons before and they didn't wanna waste so much money for a show they'd already seen, so they went to play pool and only me and grace watched. omg simpsons was damn funny! i so have to watch it again. and it isn't only like retarded no-brains funny. there were some spoofs and references too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then after we got back to school, hui min was kind of regretting not going with us because we arrived back quite early. the "believe it or not" booths were almost closing already though, so i didn't get to try. \= we got food from the stalls and ate a bit, then it was time to move to the stadium for the national day concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were lucky enough to spot a space on the track right in front of the field, so we squeezed in there and sat down. which was really great! because we were almost right in front of the stage and got the full effects. and i don't care if it's corny, i still enjoy cheering and waving mini flags and singing national day songs with friends during national day celebrations. celebrations are funner at night too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh, and wen jun was seriously priceless as mr. singapore. he was like, "&lt;b&gt;i love MR! but i love all of you too! i love RJC! i love Singapore!&lt;/b&gt;" something along those lines. he was totally being himself. but anyway, BW tied with BB for the house champion in the end! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a bit sad because this will probably be the last big celebration in the school for this year. there will be celebrations for teacher's day too, but most likely not as big because promos are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then yesterday i went for dance prac in the morning. it sucked having to wake up so early on a school holiday, but prac was quite fun and besides i got a bit of a workout from it. after that i went kbox! haven't gone for a long time. dunno why yesterday kbox suddenly decided to extend klunch for 1 more hour, until 3pm. so it was me and xuewei and dawn at klunch and we started spamming past year national day songs and jay chou songs and jj lin songs. joey came for a while then left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally when we go for klunch, after our time is up, we'll stay and continue singing for half an hour more before our conscience gets the better of us. and kbox usually won't chase us out unless they really need the room for the next customer. but yesterday, at exactly 3pm, we couldn't play any more songs that we wanted! we were like wth, because there were still a few songs we wanted to sing. so we decided to just stay and continue singing the songs left on the list that we ordered. FROM MEMORY.WITHOUT ANY MUSIC. hahaha which was super retarded and crazy, but i mean, this is &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt; i'm talking about! xuewei and dawn and me. if anna could make it for klunch, she would have been as crazy as us too. haha omg i really &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea we started singing songs from memory, but though we are intelligent people, we obviously couldn't remember all the lyrics to songs we haven't sung for ages, so there were a lot of parts where we just went "du du du da da da". thank goodness no one heard us. after we had gone through the songs on the list, we went on to singing past year national day songs that we weren't able to find on the kbox list of songs, like "one singapore" and "we are singapore". hehehe even crazier. then in our final act of reluctance to get our butts off the sofa in the kbox room, we turned up the microphone volumes and pressed xuewei's mp3 earpieces to the mike so we could all hear the songs on her mp3 and sing along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about it for this week. a lot of stuff happened since my last entry. there was umm a &lt;i&gt;class gathering&lt;/i&gt;. ^^" dunno if you can call it a class thing since only like 6 or 7 turned up. sort of a celebration after common tests. then the jap girls came on an exchange program. there was a really pretty one called sumire, who was jon yee's guest, so people were asking him "&lt;b&gt;so, how was last night after sumire arrived?&lt;/b&gt;" and then he was like "&lt;b&gt;oooh, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; fun.&lt;/b&gt;" then during a math tutorial, ms wang asked desmond, "&lt;b&gt;desmond, your guest looks very tired. what did you do last night?&lt;/b&gt;" and the whole class started oohing and ahhing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and we went to queue overnight for harry potter at borders! me, xuewei, benjamin, dawn, ge, li ping, elena, yihui. chin yang came to queue with us but didn't buy the book. we were like way in front, among the first 20. hahaha i'll just try to recount some dialogues and situations when we were queueing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Dialogue 1]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;while me and xuewei were queueing, chin yang was buying dinner for us, so i asked him to help me buy lip gloss as well. communicated with him by phone to tell him where and how to buy it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: it's at wisma atria, basement 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: what's the shop's name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Sasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: what the hell is that?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: it's spelt S-A-S-A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: what kind of a shop name is that? never heard before. ok i'll just walk around basement 1 and call out the names of the shops as i pass them. blah blah blah forever 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ok you're at forever 21 now right? and there's a breadtalk beside you right? it's on the other side of breadtalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: ok i go round to the other side. blah blah blah the face shop blah blah blah. there's no Sasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: huh? cannot be! wait i check my card. omg it's at level 1!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hehe sorry can you go up 1 level and find it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: ok i see the shop. what are you looking for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: the brand of this lip gloss is called SPLASH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: huh?! what's that? FLASH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: S-P-L-A-S-H. you know, as in, "splash of water".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: err...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: go ask the salesgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salesgirl: you're looking for L.A SPLASH is it? (&lt;i&gt;leads chin yang to the SPLASH products&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ok now that you're at the SPLASH products, here's the important thing. you see the stuff in tubes? there are 2 types of products with that packaging. one is called LID SPLASH. L-I-D. that's for the eyes. i'm looking for the ones called LIP SPLASH. L-I-P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: uhh the one i'm holding right now says LID SPLASH. i dunno where's the lip one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so the salesgirl helps him to search.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: ok i found the lip products already. what colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: the silvery one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: huh? they all look silvery to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ok uhh pick up the one that looks the most silvery to you and read out the name to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: coral mermaid thingum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: no, that's not silvery. that's like pink. pick up the one that's obviously silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: sparkling crystallina. why do they have such disgusting names?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: i think that's the one. does the colour look greyish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: uhh i think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: check again. does it say LIP and not LID?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chin yang: yes. you better be sure horr. this thing costs $14.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Dialogue 1]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortunately, he bought the correct lip gloss in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Dialogue 2]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was returning back to borders after walking round orchard with benjamin. only dawn and yihui were there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: where did xuewei and the others go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dawn: ehh they went off to &lt;b&gt;angst&lt;/b&gt;! -smiles-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: HUH?!?! since when were they the type to angst?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dawn: ehh since the day they were born! -smilesmorehappily-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Dialogue 2]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok got a lot of other hilarious stuff, but this post is getting too long. so anyway, time for pictures! bits and pieces of what has happened since my last post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096722540918375666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrsyJboqhPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oh0rkzLfOEc/s320/ecp05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coolioz photo at east coast after take 5! from top down, me, xiaoxue, wing, and esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096721819363869874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrsxfboqhLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M8ZI3UX6gxs/s320/take5_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6R! doing the 1-10 poses at take 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096721823658837186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrsxfroqhMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zoldQgKmFSc/s320/vday12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6R valentine's day dinner. couldn't get places at restaurants because we didn't reserve, so we ate at the holland v hawker centre in the end. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096721840838706402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrsxgroqhOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ra_V9HAjy0U/s320/reallyrandom01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from left: grace, me, and hu min. i think this was taken when grace was still quite new to the class. yo zhi xin! glad you came to 6R! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096728433613505794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs3gboqhQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BfdjzALQB2Y/s320/photobooth17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love photobooth! haha. cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096728437908473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs3groqhRI/AAAAAAAAABE/-rP1_l9aYpw/s320/reallyrandom03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and hui zhen! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096728437908473122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs3groqhSI/AAAAAAAAABM/XNpGePuA7pQ/s320/uniform_switch_zhen%26me01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and hui zhen's big uniform switch! wearing each other's uniform here and pretending to be L (as in "death note").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096728442203440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs3g7oqhTI/AAAAAAAAABU/CvNl_KwbNE4/s320/cny05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chinese new year party at hui min's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096728446498407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs3hLoqhUI/AAAAAAAAABc/TCtaotWNSoQ/s320/dancenight10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;presenting dance concert 07 - footloose! 6R dancers from left: jon goh, me, and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096734240409290066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs8yboqhVI/AAAAAAAAABk/Rrf22_E97I4/s320/fullerton09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birthday celebration! in front of singapore river. from left: hui zhen, me, ye wei and benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096734248999224674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs8y7oqhWI/AAAAAAAAABs/zHWW7wNsHkA/s320/fullerton25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhen and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096734253294191986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs8zLoqhXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ajCQ5JMAySs/s320/nyny01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birthday celebration at new york new york! haha with clyde, the waiter we always ask for when we go new york new york! so sad that he's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096734257589159298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs8zboqhYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ce8Rgj3mqMo/s320/nyny02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and zhen against the new york skyline! aren't their walls cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096734266179093906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/Rrs8z7oqhZI/AAAAAAAAACE/SuON33ZY77w/s320/6R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;othello! 6R with iago (ye wei)! and daniel, salad and jon yee! we're proud of you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096740395097425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtCYroqhaI/AAAAAAAAACM/BD5yFN9cInE/s320/reallyrandom05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and zhi xin! on our way to bugis with the jap girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096742967782835634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtEuboqhbI/AAAAAAAAACU/iznFl33aFiQ/s320/6R01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;watching national day celebrations 07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096742972077802946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtEuroqhcI/AAAAAAAAACc/a2tACnFeAlI/s320/6R%2Bhodge02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6R with our headmaster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096744629935179250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtGPLoqhfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IhsGHbNanX4/s320/reallyrandom04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh. my. god. what's jon yee doing to benjam?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096742972077802962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtEuroqhdI/AAAAAAAAACk/YX26xmw8ngU/s320/reallyrandom05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and zhi xin! our gorgeous back views! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096742976372770274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtEu7oqheI/AAAAAAAAACs/KpLZwtFU7VU/s320/200507_6R02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;neoprint taken at suntec city after farewell lunch with mrs. davis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096747937059997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtJProqhgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dtHhHKNmr-U/s320/after_cts01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6R class gathering. celebrating end of common tests by taking neoprints. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096747937059997202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtJProqhhI/AAAAAAAAADE/RSu3G4UlhG0/s320/after_cts05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;notice the doubles behind joshua, xuewei and ye wei!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096747941354964514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtJP7oqhiI/AAAAAAAAADM/MK8IfikVOZM/s320/ogouting01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OG outing! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096747941354964530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtJP7oqhjI/AAAAAAAAADU/mYr7zs84BXQ/s320/dawnbday01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;making pizzas at dawn's birthday party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096751042321352274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrtMEboqhlI/AAAAAAAAADk/R-sWo7JnoRA/s320/dancefarewell07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;raffles dance J2 farewell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok that's all for now! i was going to blog about zhi xin club, but most people already know about it. most &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; people, that is. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-1619159546967224473?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/1619159546967224473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=1619159546967224473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/1619159546967224473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/1619159546967224473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-telling-everyone-that-ill-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOqwpfL0oeU/RrsyJboqhPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oh0rkzLfOEc/s72-c/ecp05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-7776834405590909502</id><published>2007-03-13T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:57:20.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i'm back! but not for long. can't be bothered to re-design the blog at this moment and in any case, no one comes to this blog anymore anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEWEI IF YOU READ THIS, GO TAG ME! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks where to start. i dunno. guess i can say rj hasn't been what i expected. i thought it would be boring, but these 3 months have been really fun. first, my OG. right now only the same few people - angel, fan fan, sean, ashley, gloria, deshawn and me - come to our L'odge every morning. the rest come only occasionally, so we are kinda like disbanded. arghh what happened to our OG?! but L'ooooooong still rocks anyway. we are the only OG who will wear pink pyjamas on Orientation Night. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, my class! 08S06R ROCKS! seriously. it's a class who will lug all your heavy bags with them up to the next class when you take too long in the toilet. it's a class where at least half of the people will buy tickets to see a non-RJ concert, just to support their classmate, though she only played 3 songs during the whole course of the concert. it's a class with people who sincerely care for you and will never ever talk about you behind their backs. 6Rojak is that kind of class, and I'm thinking, no one will ever get such a nice class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, COME SUPPORT ME AT DANCE CONCERT IN MAY! if any one of you is reading this blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the mood for shout-outs! there are so many people i wanna say stuff to, so i guess i'll just do a few first for this entry. more will come in my next entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA! i really can't tell you how very glad i am that we're in the same class. i've known you for 2 years already! how cool is that! anyway, you've been one of the truest friends i've had for the 2 years i've known you. i know you're someone i can always depend on (not to remember stuff, that is. xD). i guess right now in 6R, you're the one who knows me best, and one of the people who i can talk about virtually everything to. thanks for putting up with all my whining, my teasing (you're a really pro guy, but most of the time you seem so hopelessly blur i can't help laughing. hehe hope you don't mind), for always helping to carry my heavy bags, for walking with me to 3rd lang and walking with me back to the mrt station (that long road will be so scary if you're not walking with me), for just being there and all the little little things.HDGDL! es ist wirklich schön, einen Freund wie dich zu haben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUI ZHEN! when i first saw you, i thought you'd be really pai and i must admit, i was quite wary of you. but since dunno when, we started doing everything together and now you're my best gal buddy in 6R! school just wouldn't be the same without you. i'm so glad you got into RJ! hahaha it's been one hell of a term with you. exchanging our uniforms (ours was the coolest because few other pairs did a nanyang-rg uniform switch like us. xD), crashing hwa chong, sitting at the "happening" table and gossiping, crashing ye wei's house and all the other fun stuff we did that will take too much time to list out. hope we'll always remain as close as we are now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i had planned to do shout-outs to ye wei, benjamin and xuewei in this entry, but i'm tired of typing and i'm going out for dinner now, so guess i'll leave the rest to the next entry. tschau! -flyingkisses-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-7776834405590909502?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/7776834405590909502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=7776834405590909502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/7776834405590909502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/7776834405590909502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-im-back-but-not-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-116452954927757623</id><published>2006-11-26T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:28:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FAM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for us, it actually started at 1-plus. me, cola, dawn, shaway, elena, anna, li hsia, grace, joey, leanne and zhiying had our hair and makeup done at a salon at far east. and even though we started at 1-plus and with cola's mum ferrying us from place to place, we were almost late for fam. anyway, i had pink hair! coolioz right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAM was fun. and worth all the trouble we took to prepare for it. it'd take too long to go into all the details, so the main things (and random things too) that happened at FAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;joey, 413's dearest Ms FAM, rocks! her one-woman band was like the coolest item for the talent section because mostly everybody else dances or sings or tells jokes. oh but Sali's bellydance was hot too! i am so envious. and joey got 2nd runner-up Ms FAM and Ms Congeniality! wheee. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ting wen came in pants and a leather jacket. dang we were so looking forward to choosing her prom dress and doing her makeup, but i guess she looked hotter in the leather jacket after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dawn didn't dare to look at me half the time because she says i look exactly like her cousin who just got married last December. so she snapped quite a few pics of me and took videos (because she claims i laugh and act like her cousin too) to show her family. hahaha dawn is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i haven't taken so many pics in a very long time. in fact, since i hate taking pics of myself, the only other time i took as many pics was when i was in germany last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after FAM, we stayed over at panpac. me, elena, anna, leanne, grace and cola had the bigger room to ourselves while joey, ge, xuewei, ems and zhiying were in the other room. but after a while, ems came over and stayed in our room all the way til morning. then after we checked in, we changed out of our prom dress but left our hair on and went to 7-eleven's at marina square across the road. a few taxi drivers were shouting at us because they thought we were hookers. &gt;&lt;" after that, we removed makeup and bathed and chatted abit and i slept for like 2 plus hours. in the morning, we went to suntec city to eat prata. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/"&gt;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go on and talk about ECF, but i'm tired of blogging and it feels weird because i haven't blogged for such a long time. i'd rather talk about it in a convo with someone. anyone. but i don't think anyone will ask me about it because most of us were involved anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ECF rocked! really rocked. i love bollywood/horror dancers. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 bollywood was fun, but i liked horror most of all! the scary gothic makeup (except i think i was the only one with really gothic makeup. the others were more like scary, i-have-been-dead-for-3-years makeup), the victorian lacy horrible costumes we had to put on, and the uber-cool dance steps (though bib's head will swell even more if she hears still more compliments about her choreography). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has like the best entrance in the whole show. i was hanging upside down over the gallery and i think it was really quite scary because the people below me jumped and gasped and the gasps started spreading down the rows. they weren't supposed to discover us hanging over the gallery so soon, but the effect was pretty good anyway. xD it's actually quite fun to scare people. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss ECF and the crazy bunch of people in it. \=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-116452954927757623?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/116452954927757623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=116452954927757623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116452954927757623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116452954927757623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/11/fam-for-us-it-actually-started-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-116331293013189492</id><published>2006-11-12T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:28:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is for moments like this that i dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is moments like this that i need to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-116331293013189492?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/116331293013189492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=116331293013189492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116331293013189492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116331293013189492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-for-moments-like-this-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-116264439806470437</id><published>2006-11-04T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:30:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every time i feel like crying, every time i have something important to say, every time i'm feeling high, every time i know that you're sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first impulse is to pick up the phone and call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i just don't have the courage to do that anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-116264439806470437?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/116264439806470437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=116264439806470437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116264439806470437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116264439806470437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-time-i-feel-like-crying-every.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-116124561393446165</id><published>2006-10-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:13:33.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm at the magic lab. xD i feel like blogging, but i dunno what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is ending. i don't want it to end! \.= now everyone's getting sentimental.huggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll blog another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-116124561393446165?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/116124561393446165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=116124561393446165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116124561393446165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/116124561393446165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-im-at-magic-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-115392306297502783</id><published>2006-07-26T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:38:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW I KNOW! i haven't blogged for a long time. dats cuz i've gone on a long long holiday and i've just returned. so you can't blame me. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine that was a retarded excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just remembered this song i learnt in primary three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody hates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out to eat some worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big fat juicy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long slim slimy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you bite their heads off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you suck their guts out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how they squiggle and squirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big fat juicy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long slim slimy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty disturbing, isn't it? to think that they actually taught these kind of songs to pure, young innocent p3s like me. ^^" and unwittingly, we sang it cheerfully and even performed it on stage for the whole school.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehh this is the 1st time i'm blogging in like half a year and i'm reminiscing about disturbing songs. &gt;&lt;" i'm hopeless at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut it's too big a task anyway to blog about all that has happened to me since my last entry! too lazy to put it all down here. besides, i have most of it in my diary already. lalala. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;List of stuff that i wanted to blog about but never blogged about in the end:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gin's birthday.&lt;/b&gt; i wanted to blog about this but i forgot wat i wanted to say abt it. but anyway, dat was my 1st time ice-skating. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my birthday.&lt;/b&gt; thanks to the frens who celebrated my birthday with me! joey, cola, dawn, shaway, ge, bo xuan, yunting, gin, and jack. and birthday wishes! from jack, gin, yunting, bo xuan, joey, dawn, shaway, ge, cola, kuang, ems, anna, uj, zhikang, zicheng, boxian, mira, justin, xing rui, alfred, shuhui, eva, and chun. sorry if i missed out anyone! and presents! from kuang. from joey, cola, dawn, shaway and ge. from bo xuan, yunting, jack, and gin.thank you mummy and daddy for the new phone and the new mp3 and everything else! and to sis for the nice pouch too. wheee. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;working at conrad!&lt;/b&gt; it was super tiring (for my feet), but it was fun and most of the people there were really nice to us too! dawn, me and seet worked at the concierge for the 1st week. then 2nd week the 3 of us worked at banquet with 4 other ppl. 2 girls from vjc and 2 guys from ngee ann secondary. (will talk abt them later.) and after a few days of working at concierge, dawn and me actually started nodding and smiling at random ppl in shopping centres before we could stop ourselves. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dawn's birthday.&lt;/b&gt; she had like 10 over vouchers for crystal jade restaurant, so she treated us (me, anna, ge and cola) to a birthday dinner. then the next day, cuz she also had a voucher for fullerton hotel, we got to stay at the fullerton! so fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;world cup.&lt;/b&gt; GERMANY! THEY ROCK! AND THE GERMANY FAN CLUB (that's us) ROCKS TOO! xD went to dawn's house to watch germany flatten costa rica in the 1st match. wheee. i love it when world cup's going on. it's just. different. and exciting. -nods- but it was soooo sad that germany lost to italy. )= 2 goals in the last 1 and a half min. that was so not worth it. was so heartbroken. \.= then when i stepped into class the next day, guess what i saw? a big &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;auf wiedersehen, deutschland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; scrawled across the whole of the blackboard. heartless people. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's not the end of year yet, but i think this year hasn't been as wonderful as the last. still, it's not bad. i got to know quite a few new people this year. it's a year for making new friends. (= gin, yunting, jack, ceyong, aishu and charlynn (the 2 vj girls we worked with at conrad), and fengsheng and sean (the 2 ngee ann boys we worked with at conrad). and seet. i sorta knew her b4 we worked at conrad. we see each other in school and we both live in yishun, but we weren't really good frens. working together brings people closer. -nods- hahaha. ok i dunno what's got into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cuz i just took out the box where i keep all my nice mail and read through everything inside. all the nice letters, postcards from other countries, birthday cards, christmas cards and stuff i've received from friends. hahaha suddenly i feel so loved! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. dance concert is next friday! 1 week from now! everyone go watch! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-115392306297502783?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/115392306297502783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=115392306297502783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/115392306297502783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/115392306297502783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-i-know-i-havent-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113992888991093619</id><published>2006-02-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:17:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna blog today, but i dunno wat i'm gonna blog about. dunno which one to choose. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh rock for good! this is like long overdue, butbut it was great anyway! (= dont understand why everyone was exclaiming at the way i dressed. wasn't dat scandalous what! wheee. we bought nice earrings at far east, me and ems and joey and xuewei and ge and pei ni. den we realized we were kind of late and rushed to sch. and we dint really watch the concert. we just kept wandering in and out of the hall and explored wat we could of the sch. it's so cool to be in sch at nite! haha it just feels more exciting. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ems and joey and i wanted to go up to the galleries cuz it was so crowded downstairs, but they blocked the corridor with stacks of chairs, so we squeezed in through the chairs and went up, only to find the door to the galleries locked, so our indiana jones adventure was for nothing. =P butbut it was fun anyway. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw xuan and his friends, but they all went away at 8-plus to eat dinner, so i dint really get to talk to him. Awwww...haha. anyway, after dat went down to canteen wif ems to talk. and sms. and then joey wanted to go stargazing. sadly, the amphitheatre was out of bounds. so we went carpark and they all just laid down on the carpark ground. until kelly rushed out to tell us the carpark was out of bounds too. haha kind of comical, come to tink of it. and there were only 1 or 2 stars. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and despite all the out-of-bounds areas, couples still managed to sneak to ulu places to make out. like we heard from the bouncers that there was a guy and girl along the science lab corridors. and ems started sniggering and said, "they're doing bio prac!" quite sick.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day today! had a mini party in class. and we sang our maths tchr a "happy reservice" song. cuz he's going back for reservice next week. i swear he was blushing. pity dawnee couldn't summon the courage to umm confess her feelings. hahaha. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick up lines! (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're sweet, u can call me honey.&lt;br /&gt;If you're nice, u can call me sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;If you're hot, u can call me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my teddy bear. Can i sleep with you instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you made of caffeine? u kept me up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're naughty, go to ur room.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna be naughtier, go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby you must be a broom, cuz you just swept me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a plaster?&lt;br /&gt;i scraped my knee falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a map?&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a nice shirt. could i talk you out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby you're so sweet, you put hershey's out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;you've been running around in my head all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i have your photo?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna show santa claus what i want for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a library book? i wanna check you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what would look good on you? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a name or do you go by beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm new around here and i've lost my way. could i have the directions to your place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[edit] at rfg, when i went off with ems to the other parts of the school, xuewei was with us most of the time. [/edit]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113992888991093619?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113992888991093619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113992888991093619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113992888991093619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113992888991093619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wanna-blog-today-but-i-dunno-wat-im.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113750400567238889</id><published>2006-01-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:24:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! school has been nice so far. and fun. wheeee our class is well-liked because we have a lot of male teachers and male teachers love us! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand dawn's daily "interesting" observations:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;as usual, mr lui comes into our class looking delighted.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;joey starts giggling to herself for no reason.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;joey's future boyfriend will be very patient and will say "listen, please."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a nice class who offers me piggyback rides and water and medicated oil and massages and smiles when i'm in pain and don't have the strength to walk. i love youuu! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and dawn's yellow pouch got stolen twice today. once during recess when she put it on the cafeteria table and turned to her right to talk to dunno who. and she was so preoccupied wif gesturing dat she didn't notice emily taking her yellow pouch. and it was like right under her nose! haha wheee. and the 2nd time was just as stupid. during lunch, dawn suddenly wanted to play scissors-paper-stone wif me and the loser closes her eyes and lets the winner hit her head. so dawn lost the 1st round and she closed her eyes and i just took the pouch and passed it on. lala. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking about the Rock for Good concert) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm paying 10 bucks to go to the concert and stuff cotton wool in my ears!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you alright? do you want a massage? a smile?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;see lah. stupid joey. we have now officially progressed from the Stupid Questions group to the Stupid Actions group.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113750400567238889?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113750400567238889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113750400567238889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113750400567238889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113750400567238889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-school-has-been-nice-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113629673015403200</id><published>2006-01-03T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:01:17.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to school day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee it's fun to see everyone again. because my class rocks. yup. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand it's especially fun to crap and tell jokes and laugh stupidly amongst ourselves during boring talks. haha oops. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sitting wif dawn and ge, with xuewei and anna right in front and emily not far off. i love this seating arrangement. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only downside to it is having to stay back til 6pm on the 1st day for cca. &lt;b&gt;)= &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, having to wake up early. &lt;b&gt;)))=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113629673015403200?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113629673015403200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113629673015403200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113629673015403200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113629673015403200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school-day-wheee-its-fun-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113602104128715516</id><published>2005-12-31T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:39:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i realize this blog is almost dead, but i'm blogging now because it is the last day of 2005! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the last 2 weeks of hols have been a bit busier. nicola's party, class chalet and stuff. won't talk abt those cuz it'll take too much time. i'll blog about the more recent stuff. the visitors from germany! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the airport last thursday with mira and joshua to receive david (who's staying wif joshua because he was joshua's host when we went to germany in june) and markus (david's neighbour and one of the hosts in last yr's exchange programme). wheee was exciting, but i wish my own host would come visit too. =/ there were 3 other girls receiving david and markus too. tiffany, mandy and xin yi (my namesake. lala. ^^). they went to germany last yr and markus is staying wif tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to a christmas party wif joshua, david and markus. we persuaded mandy to come along at the last minute. oh, and david and markus taught us to play this card game called "mau-mau". we were really amused at the name. ^^" those 2 slipped out halfway during the party to play frisbee though. they're crazy about frisbee. i haf no idea why, though i remember playing frisbee pretty often back in germany. sadly, i still can't play it for nuts. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to sentosa yesterday. uj came along this time. we blew most of our money on the admission fee and cable car ride and the sentosa luge. can't believe it. &gt;&lt; then david and markus wanted to play frisbee. again. haha. so we were searching for a big empty space on the beach to play. butbut we went to play in the sea first. i tink siloso beach is probably the nicest beach you can find in singapore. it's not dat great, but it's much better than the others. the skyline's ruined by the big ships out on the sea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got hungry and went to eat at Sunset Bay. dat was when joshua found out his wallet was missing. and the food was damn ex. we only realized sentosa was like dat after spending a few hours there. somehow we dint remember everything being so ex the previous times we went to sentosa, butbut maybe it's cuz this time we are the ones buying tickets and stuff, not our parents. so anyway, me and joshua and uj shared a meal cuz it was too ex to buy 3 separate meals. and after dat, we told joshua dat we would go back to the luge counter in the evening to ask abt his wallet and then he cheered up and we went back to play in the water. -shakeshead- he really cheers up veh easily because he forgets things fast, which can be a gd thing i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing in the sea was fun. wheee it pretty much made up for all the other disappointments. -nods- like sitting on joshua's shoulder and playing tug-of-war wif the others until everyone went splashing into the water. and grabbing bunches of seaweed and throwing at each other. won't ever forget dat. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underwater world was too ex cuz everyone was almost down to zero bucks by then. so only david and markus bought tickets and went in. and mandy and tiffany got money from mandy's bank account to buy tickets too, i think. ohh andand guess what, after underwater world, we took the chairlift back to the luge counter and joshua actually walked right past the counter until i asked him "don't you want to go and ask if they've seen your wallet?" and he was like "oh ya! i forgot i lost my wallet." seriously dat guy is hopeless. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm tired of blogging. ta ta for now and happy new year, darlings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113602104128715516?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113602104128715516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113602104128715516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113602104128715516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113602104128715516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-i-realize-this-blog-is-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113291296299618307</id><published>2005-11-25T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:02:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>germies sleepover was &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone turned up for this one except justin. and thana, as usual. we waited dunno how long for him before deciding to call him and the guy actually had the nerve to tell us he was still at home and wasn't coming at all. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was good to see all u guys again! haven't had a gathering for so long. -nods- haha anyway we had the sleepover wednesday nite at yihui's house, butbut she was attending a concert until 9pm, so the rest of us met at 6 and had dinner and walked around clementi, which we decided was boring. so we went jurong point instead, where we had fun running off and leaving phoebe and uj alone when the 2 of them were preoccupied wif each other. -grins- andand we were trying to lure uj and joshua into a lingerie shop, but we dint succeed. oh well at least joshua followed us all the way into a cosmetic shop b4 he realized it. (= it was all pretty aimless cuz we were just trying to waste time until 9pm. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went back to clementi macs and met yihui wif her guy. fan ching or smt. dun really noe how to spell the name. so we went to clementi bus interchange and dat was when we found out yihui wasn't sure which bus to take home. oh mann we were like "you look like you take public transport home all the time!" haha. ok anyway we reached her house and her mum told the guys to go straight to the living room while the girls went up and dumped our stuff in yihui's room. haha we were supposed to slp in yihui's room, while guys would slp in the living room, butbut uj wasn't staying over, so poor joshua would be alone. awwww. yasmin was teasing joshua abt being scared to slp alone. haha so evil! butbut i tink i would haf been scared to slp alone in the living room too. it's so big. and so...empty. -shudders- so in the end yihui's mum let us all slp wif joshua in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david came for a while, but he dint speak much. in fact, he practically dint tok at all. which was so unlike him. usually he can't stop toking, but he was surprisingly quiet on wednesday nite. -nods- oh yea and he dint stay over, so he lent me his slping bag and den conveniently went back home and now i'm stuck wif the slping bag and i have no idea how i'm gonna return it to him. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den yesterday morning we woke up and ate breakfast and den just stoned around. played truth or truth. we never play truth or dare cuz truth or truth is a lot more convenient to play. (= and we asked yihui which body part of fan ching she liked most and she said "his arms". butbut mira heard wrongly. she thought yihui said "his arse"! haha so scandalous. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uj came at 10.30am and around noon, we went to holland village to have lunch wif frau heng. ate at swensens. and ohh it was so stupid. my food came almost 2 hrs after i ordered! arghhh cuz they said the chicken was bad or smt, so they wanted to wait for good chicken to come b4 they cooked my food. stupid reason. everyone already finished eating long ago and my food still hadn't arrived. and uj was smiling sadistically at me. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, mira and i went to plaza sing to watch harry potter, but tickets were sold out. so we wanted to try suntec city next, but went to great world city in the end cuz the cinema there always has places. harry potter was quite crap cuz it was just rushing from one scene to another. if u hadn't read the book before, u wouldn't noe wat was going at all. butbut cedric diggory was cute. he shouldn't haf died! \=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david bende's coming to singapore in december, so hopefully we'll have another gathering when he arrives. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113291296299618307?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113291296299618307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113291296299618307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113291296299618307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113291296299618307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/11/germies-sleepover-was-fun-den.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113179742509284698</id><published>2005-11-12T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:32:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/xingfufanmaiji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/xingfufanmaiji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;green tea means 'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;red tea means 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;do you like green tea or red tea? (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/piggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;piggy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/dangou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DANG OU! so shuai righttt? =PpP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/condomworldsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this means 'condom world'. (=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/condomworldlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the logo. hehhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/xinyiiiii/naughtynotebk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;one of my fav notebooks! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113179742509284698?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113179742509284698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113179742509284698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113179742509284698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113179742509284698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/11/green-tea-means-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113114517196323641</id><published>2005-11-05T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T06:59:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh i'm at changi airport! heehee leaving for taiwan in like 1 hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go kbox with the others today, butbut i can't. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for &lt;i&gt;SQ006&lt;/i&gt; on 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  november!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i'm crapping. am off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113114517196323641?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113114517196323641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113114517196323641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113114517196323641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113114517196323641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/11/oooh-im-at-changi-airport-heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113102502826154665</id><published>2005-11-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:33:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm strangely happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;because i'm free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i won't ever forget the taste of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113102502826154665?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113102502826154665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113102502826154665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113102502826154665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113102502826154665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-strangely-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113050745375573500</id><published>2005-10-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:50:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly recalled being at my host's vaulting competition in germany. i was buying fries wif mama. and there was this bowl containing tiny forks of different colours for us to stab the fries with. so i was digging into the bowl and selected 2 &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt; forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"deine Lieblingsfarbe?" -laughs-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh dat was so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113050745375573500?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113050745375573500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113050745375573500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113050745375573500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113050745375573500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/10/suddenly-recalled-being-at-my-hosts.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113042305113207427</id><published>2005-10-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:25:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow i thought this blogskin would be more...interesting than the old one. -isamused-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhhh my voice is still not better! 2 points of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you sound like a guy!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"your voice sounds sexier."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113042305113207427?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113042305113207427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113042305113207427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113042305113207427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113042305113207427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/10/somehow-i-thought-this-blogskin-would.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-113033239889166105</id><published>2005-10-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:13:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeeee i lost my voice! \.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-113033239889166105?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/113033239889166105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=113033239889166105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113033239889166105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/113033239889166105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/10/eeeeee-i-lost-my-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112990624109924369</id><published>2005-10-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:07:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IT'S OVER IT'S OVER IT'S OVERRR!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha finally. am so happy! on reflection, it really doesn't feel like EOIs are over. once the 1st moment of thrill and excitement passes after our last paper, it feels just like any ordinary day. maybe 'cos for so long, for almost one whole year, we've been waiting for this day to come. and when it comes, we just can't take it all in. deep down, we just can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of papers were crap. first paper, eng paper 1, was like shit. we just didn't expect dat kind of essay qn. "a great person is like a great city, and more." wat kind of essay qn is dat? &gt;&lt; chinese papers were killers. 2 compos in 2 hrs, and 4 compre.s+1 summary+1 cloze passage in 2 hrs. was damn scary. only math paper i can be quite sure i dint make any big mistakes. arhh butbut i desperately need to score full marks for math paper. just pray i dint make any careless mistakes. and dat the tchr marking our papers isn't too fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today whole of orchard road was like filled with ppl from our school. (= me and anna and joey and company went to cine to watch "flight plan". in total 11 people i think. - nods- "flight plan" is soooooo uber coooool. xuewei and me were covering our eyes at one part cuz it was scary. butbut it's like so cool, the way jodie foster knows how to access all the compartments of the plane and how to make the plane black out and stuff. i tink airplane engineers are cool. (= ohh, andand at the start of the movie, jodie foster was still in berlin, so all the signs were in german and they spoke in german! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wanted to go kbox, butbut lunch hour was over, so the prices were a bit higher than we expected. \= so we decided to just walk around, 7 of us left. joey, nicola, anna, zhiying, xuewei, ge and me. and then we took neoprints! haha we were planning wat poses we would do when taking neoprints, butbut still messed up. we are such losers. -shakeshead- i like the bimbo pose neo though! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand zhiying and nicola and ge and joey went crazy over capsule toys. they collected almost the whole series of winnie the pooh key chains in a couple of hours. i think we're all like totally crazy today. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT'S OVER! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am hyperrr. 8 hrs of walking around+movie watching is fun but exhausting. am tired now. gd nighttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh freak i think i'm gonna haf a sore throat. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112990624109924369?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112990624109924369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112990624109924369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112990624109924369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112990624109924369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-over-its-over-its-overrr-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112920707968295099</id><published>2005-10-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:37:59.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so this year is technically coming to an end. we had our last lessons for most of the subjects today. it's so fast. can't believe it's really ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had said a better goodbye to the teachers, especially ms chia and ms siu. true, ms chia  may be a bit strict, butbut she's a really dedicated teacher and she really knows her stuff. not only dat, she's passionate about her subject too. i know we wouldn't have done as well in english and literature without her. why are all the good teachers going away? -sighs- Ms chia, Ms kum, Ms tay. these are the teachers who have especially helped us so much in improving our grades. and yet they are the ones who won't be following us up next year. and other nice teachers like Ms siu and lao shi, we dunno whether they'll follow us up to sec 4 too. we're really gonna suffer next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has truly been wonderful, probably the nicest year i've ever known. it has loads of ups and downs, but dats what makes it so unique and exciting. and the ups are really more than enough to make up for the downs. so many things happened that i will always have beautiful memories of. OBS, chingay, syf, and especially germany. andand how can i ever forget to mention dat wonderfully crazy, crazily wonderful class of mine? 313 is frankly the nicest class one can ever get. i'm just glad we have 1 more year together. i don't wanna think about what will happen when next year ends. for now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wish this year wouldn't ever end. i wanna hold on to all the beauty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since most of the last lessons were taught today, we stayed back for ms chia and ms siu to go through last minute revision. we spent 11 hours straight in school! so cool rite? ^^ so we went totally crazy at the end of it. as expected. (= nard started singing and ems started rocking on her chair and everyone was giggling for no reason. den when i stood up and my chair toppled over (again), they just lost it. they laughed for 5 mins straight. den anna had this oh-so-wonderful suggestion. "let's all imitate xinyi" and the whole class stood up and knocked over their chairs. and they still asked me if i was honoured dat they were all imitating me. arghhh this class is crazy. haha butbut i still love 313! oh dear i seem to have gained a reputation for falling off the chair or making the chair topple over, butbut i swear the problem's with the chair, not me. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy rite now. dunno why. (= just hope this feeling lasts. tmr is the last day of lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112920707968295099?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112920707968295099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112920707968295099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112920707968295099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112920707968295099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-so-this-year-is-technically-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112801060073857964</id><published>2005-09-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:20:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha today was a fun fun fun day! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagey's birthday today, so in the morning we sang her a birthday song, butbut it sounded more like a funeral march cuz we were all still so sleepy and dead. oops. =PpP andand since pagey is so crazy over milo, there were lots of milo products for her birthday present. milo cereal, milo nuggets, milo bars, milo powder, milo cd, u name it. ohhh, andand there was supposed to be this big carton of milo included in the present, butbut joey went to drink it up, so they had to go to the canteen during lunch to get the drink stall auntie to refill the carton. heehee joey's so comical. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, our 2nd lesson was ss and jalleh let us carry out discussion over the casino matter like a parliament. and he told me to take minutes of the discussion, so prav suggested dat i make the minutes as pink as possible to freak him out. =P hopefully, he'll ask to see the minutes. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then during lunch dawn went off to buy smt and asked me to take care of her yellow pouch for her. the one dat contains her wallet and handphone. ahaha she obviously hasn't learnt her lesson yet. the last time she asked me to take care of it for her, the others started passing it arnd and den shuli kept it all the way until the end of school. and by dat time, dawn hadn't even realized dat her pouch was missing. until we asked jane to purposely borrow money from her. dat was soooo funny. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut what's really amazing is dat today she again gave me the pouch to take care of and den all of us started exchanging looks wif each other. so we passed the pouch arnd again and when dawn came back, she already clean forgot dat she had given me the pouch. and&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; after 5 mins she actually &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; realize dat the pouch was missing, but she thought she had left it in the classroom, so she borrowed money from xuewei. omg this is unbelievable. dawn is so so so blur. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den after dat shuli, silei and i were toking abt the turkish ice-cream at far east plaza. u noe, where the turkish ice-cream seller sticks the ice-cream cone on the end of a long stick and then tells u to take the cone frm the stick and den he'll keep twisting and turning the stick so dat u can't grab the cone. all turkish ice-cream sellers do dat. -nods- so anyway, silei was toking abt her past experiences when she was buying turkish ice-cream and it went roughly like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My first-time guy was not very good. my second-time guy was super pro. he lifted the whole thing up."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg dat sounded sooo wrong. haha if u still dun get wats so bad abt dat statement, i suggest u think a bit dirty. i can't believe nicola actually dint get it the 1st time round when i told her abt it. andand shuli's spreading it arnd to everyone she noes. haha poor silei. -shakeshead- (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den last block was math. and it so happens dat last block and math just don't go well together. so our grp (nard, ems, diana and me) went a bit crazy. ok not a bit crazy. veh veh crazy. the rest of the class were writing or sitting silently or stoning. except for our grp. we were sniggering away and while we were figuring out the qns, we made lots of funny noises without actually meaning to. and then we'll start bursting into silent laughter and we actually laughed till our stomachs hurt. unbelievable. dat actually happened during maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wheeee! i'm chatting wif eva rite now! haha ok i'm hyper, butbut i have a gd reason to be hyper. haven't toked to her for such a longgg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. yesterday's german exam somehow reminded me of germany. ahaha. haven't thot abt it for a long time actually, but it all came back ytd. remembered stuff like buffing joshua's nails in berlin. and getting giggly and high wif mira after eating liquor ice-cream. lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really dark dream which lasted throughout the nite. it was kind of like everything happening at the same time. but what i remembered most was dat it was quite dark and i was trying to cross this wooden bridge, like the shaky bridges u find in forests. and the sun was rising, butbut somehow as it rose, it got darker and darker and then the sun exploded into total blackness. quite crap, but it's quite freaky. -nods-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112801060073857964?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112801060073857964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112801060073857964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112801060073857964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112801060073857964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha-today-was-fun-fun-fun-day-pageys.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112695663324721092</id><published>2005-09-18T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:54:50.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 more weeks to freedom. wheee. can't wait can't wait. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week has been quite good. probably cuz everything is due in week 2 and not in week 1. was debating on thursday whether or not to go support pei ni at her readers' digest prize presentation thingy, cuz she was going to read out her winning essay at library@orchard. and actually decided at first dat it might be better to just go home. butbut nicola and dawn and xuewei were going to support and they asked me after school if i wanted to go, so i went in the end. yayyy. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went down to the foyer wif xin ning, who was also going to support. then xue wei's dad was going to come in 5 mins and pick her and nicola and liping up and then drive them to taka. and jiakang had some interviews and she was going by herself later, so me and dawn and xin ning got dragged away by ms chia to her dad's car and we went to taka first. andand the first thing we saw when we entered the library was the reception (as in food for us to eat after the presentation) and i swear dawn never stopped thinking abt the food afterwards. she kept toking abt the reception during the presentation. hehhh i dint noe dawn liked to eat so much. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand the others who came later, nicola and liping and xuewei, made jiakang buy a flower on the way and she arrived so late she never got to hear pei ni read out her essay. haha poor thing. after the presentation, we hung around for a while, mainly to tok to pei ni and also for the reception. =P and ge came while we were eating. then pei ni had to go off and xuewei, liping, nicola, jiakang and me went off to walk round the place. nicola wanted to look for sketch-books, so we went to art friends and then to bookbinders, where we could only exclaim at the notebooks cuz they were so nice but so ex too. so nicola gave it up and decided to look for jordi labanda notebooks or sketchbooks and we went to kino and taka itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent an unbelievably long time in front of the agatha rulz notebooks section. and we saw these staedtler pens which were supposedly for "fatigue-free writing" and we thought it might come in useful for those dreaded exams like lit and english where we almost break our hands cuz we have to write sooo much. so xue wei picked one of the "fatigue-free pens" up and tried it out and she told us dat it hurt to hold the pen. haha guess we won't be buying those pens for exams then. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this year's class fotos! -nods- especially the informal one. cuz i tink it's the best i've looked so far in class fotos. =PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway zhong qiu jie kuai le! tonight's moon is really beautiful! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112695663324721092?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112695663324721092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112695663324721092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112695663324721092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112695663324721092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/09/4-more-weeks-to-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112660515141465022</id><published>2005-09-14T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:52:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahh only 2 more weeks to 3rd lang exam. &gt;&lt; can't believe they only told us like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it'll make any difference, actually. i already noe i'll only study for 3rd lang exam the day before. or more accurately, the night before. considering that's what i've always been doing for past year german exams. it'll be kinda stupid to study the textbook anyway. it's just vocab. either u noe it or u don't. and besides, sch tests are enough for us to handle, let alone plus 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. -nods- prolly cuz there weren't any boring drop-dead lessons. lala. except for bio. butbut it was practical lesson, so not as bad as usual. i notice the only lesson i seem to look forward to nowadays is pe. dats quite sad. haha. ohh, and i do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; throw the ball like a ballerina ok. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am high again. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell me if i'm only 2 metres from the ground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112660515141465022?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112660515141465022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112660515141465022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112660515141465022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112660515141465022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/09/bahh-only-2-more-weeks-to-3rd-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112654366089867001</id><published>2005-09-13T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:54:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week of hols and we're back with even worse timetables and an even worse test schedule. -sighs- when will this &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much for hols. went to watch movie at cine, slacking and watching reruns of favourite videos, lunch with few others after physics Q&amp;A session and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the only thing that's never changed every hols. how ironic. every single hols we get stuff enough to last us for the whole hols, even though we're not supposed to get any hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked more these hols 'cos i noe it's my last chance to slack before the term of horrors start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, andand we went to rda on saturday and learnt how to groom and tack up horses! and learnt to lead them around. ^^ ok we're not dat pro. butbut never thot i'd actually be able to handle a horse. i mean it seems really frightening to pick up a horse's hooves and clean them. sounded like suicide to me at first. until i tried it. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were learning to lead the horses andand there was this female horse, Blossom, who was blind in one eye and had a big attitude problem. like &lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt; problem. we figured she was nearing menopause or smt like dat. all of us were determined not to lead her and there wasn't anyone else left. so ting wen was brave and decided to give it a try. then when the instructor gave the command for everyone to stop their horses, blossom wouldn't stop and ting wen couldn't pull her back. so blossom went right up to this male horse in front and started sniffing his butt. so naturally, that horse tried to kick the perv who was nosing around with him. and blossom got agitated and she turned around and tried to kick back. and she kicked ting wen instead. were really shocked when we saw ting wen fall. butbut no broken bones. is still scary though. -shudders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day hasn't been too bad i guess. diana was drawing scary dance moves on my foolscap pad and we were laughing at all the dark evil illustrations. bit sadistic really. arghhh. butbut there are ppl far more sadistic than us. like the ppl who chop up their victims. &gt;&lt; i wonder if all future murders are gonna be like that. the corpses all chopped up. i wonder if other murderers are gonna start following these ppl's examples. it's a really sick trend. ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand the prefects thought i dyed my hair. \= dats the 2nd time ppl have accused me of dying my hair. 1st time was in sec 1 and ivan soh asked me if my hair colour was natural. humph. just because my hair colour is brown. it's not my fault my hair's not black. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been super high these past few days. including today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112654366089867001?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112654366089867001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112654366089867001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112654366089867001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112654366089867001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/09/week-of-hols-and-were-back-with-even.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112559595693923840</id><published>2005-09-02T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:29:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more day till hols! haha yay. can't believe 10 weeks have passed so fast. andand after september hols, 8 more weeks and sec 3 will be gone just like dat. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, teachers' day. for the 1st time in 3 years, i did aces day routine on tchrs' day! haha dunno why i should be happy abt dat, really. just realized it. cuz for past 2 yrs, always performed for tchrs' day. so need to do make-up and stuff. and u can't put make-up and after dat do aces cuz dats just stupid. so we always relax in the gym and wait for the others to finish aces day routine before going backstage. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers' day concert was just as usual. nothing new. always the same with the tchrs parading in and stuff. ahaha. then after everything was over, went to foyer to wait for he zhi and jia wen and we went back to nps together. then when we reached nps, suddenly realized dat we can't remember which class mr chang is teaching now. so called zhikang and he told us to go to the hall since the celebrations were starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand actually when we went back to nps, jia wen dragged a friend of hers (who isn't from nps) along to come back with us. and that friend got soooo freaked out when she heard mr ng standing on the stage and getting all the classes to line up properly and sit down. cuz the way he talks, it sounds really really fierce to ppl who haven't heard him b4. -isamused-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saw mr chang coming down with his class and he was dressed in this cloak costume with a crown and he had to sit with his class. so we just went over to say hi and then sat at the back of the hall. then ming feng called me to ask where was i and i told him i was sitting at the back of the hall. and he was like walking around with shao ming and zicheng and they walked right past me but couldn't see me or couldn't recognize me. i dunno which. so ming feng smsed and said i was too short for him to find. harrumph. soooo ego. just because he's so tall. &gt;&lt; so me and he zhi and jia wen sat for a while and then got bored with the performances. jia wen wanted to go home already, so i dragged he zhi with me to find the others. by this time, charissa, audrey, perrine and hui wen already came. andand hui wen was busy getting everyone to take photos with her. so we reluctantly took 1 or 2 with her and then told her that we were the type who dun like to take photos. -grins- shao ming and audrey changed so much. almost couldn't recognize them. lala. lots of them went home after the performance ended. so sad. this year so few from our class returned. then only ming feng, shao ming, zicheng, charissa and me left. so we went up to mr chang's classroom and then pravween and karthik came also. talked for a while and then left the school for lunch. nothing much. went to burger king with charissa and wen yan and dat was it. navene, varsha, loshini, boxian, idy and yu jia arrived at nps after we left. seufz. if only they had come a bit earlier. ahaha. ohh, yu jay, u just reminded me dat i dint get to push u into the pond after u pushed me last time. haha. mark my words. i'll get my revenge someday. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kann ich mich auf dir verlassen?&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112559595693923840?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112559595693923840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112559595693923840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112559595693923840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112559595693923840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/09/1-more-day-till-hols-haha-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549861032616080</id><published>2005-08-31T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:30:10.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee can't wait for this week to be over. so far not bad lahh. german lessons are great now that herr anwar's not teaching us anymore. ^^ haha oops. =PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much happened, unless u count the umm soap-sniffing. -nods- haha. cuz diana was showing me the soap that she had carved into the shape of a rabbit. and another soap that was hamster-shaped. then she left them on the table and the smell of the soap kept drifting up to my nose during lessons and i was like "your soap's driving me crazy cuz i &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; dat smell." ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like throughout the lesson i kept picking up the soaps to sniff. wheee. i think they kept me awake. -nods- and i was like sniffing the hamster soap when ms kum caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"xinyi, what are you doing? are you sniffing glue?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    -Ms Kum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;^^"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand another quote from Ms Kum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if you don't know this, you're dead. As dead......as a duck."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have some other nice quotes from ms chia actually, butbut shall not write them here. lala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549861032616080?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549861032616080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549861032616080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549861032616080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549861032616080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/08/whee-cant-wait-for-this-week-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549828163553657</id><published>2005-08-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:29:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the test schedule is getting stupider and stupider. we got bio test next week and we totally haven't learnt anything for this term. and like what is this man? tell us to go and read up about it ourselves. we can't possibly pass if we don't go and read the thick advanced bio textbooks by ourselves. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, ms kum's pregnant! ahaha. our class is crazy. we actually passed down a list of suggested names for her baby during maths. ^^ as well as this list of food that we recommend she should eat (or cannot eat). and like this morning we greeted her as mrs. koh. wheee. is amusing. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're presenting our chinese stuff tmr. arghh. it's quite lucky that we get to push it till tmr, cuz we're kind of not prepared. butbut anyway, had a lot of fun making my puppet. lala. he's the little prince. and lots of ppl say he's cute! ^^ wheee i'm in lurrrve with my little prince. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are finally nearing. can't wait for teachers' day. lala. what do you guys wanna do during our meeting? haha. miss u all so much! even though i usually see mira, joshua, yu jay, adeline, phoebe, justin at moelc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh and guess what. eva was in croatia for holiday for the past 3 weeks. haha would never have guessed it. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ich freue mich auf den Lehrerfeiertag! hab euch ganz doll lieb! muahhh! (= &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549828163553657?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549828163553657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549828163553657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549828163553657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549828163553657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/08/test-schedule-is-getting-stupider-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549825927888486</id><published>2005-08-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:28:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee justin is so nice. love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549825927888486?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549825927888486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i need someone. or something.&lt;br /&gt;to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;to cry to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;please take away my sadness. give me hope. a reason for this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549824025636910?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549824025636910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549824025636910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549824025636910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549824025636910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549821978856123</id><published>2005-08-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:28:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after national day hols is so like anti-climax. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday ppl were exclaiming at my top in sch in the morning. haha it's not that bad whattt. -nods- so anyway, usual stuff and then i went home for a while. haha was so funny. i was at home when justin called and asked for rhea's apartment unit number. and i was like are you going straight after school, what time u going. and then he told me he was already outside rhea's place, just that he didn't know which unit it was. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to rhea's at around 1. omg i can't believe david turned up! haha. haven't seen him for such a long time. since after june. and when i came into rhea's room, he was like hi hi, but dint look up from his phone. and then "oh...you changed your hairstyle" and justin was like this exasperated look. "that's what i've been telling you long long ago." wheee amusing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch. and yihui beat the record by having like 5 or 6 servings of the macaroni. plus soup. plus garlic bread. actually i took like 5 servings too! it should haf been a record, butbut yihui told me "but ur servings are so tiny!" \= awww jeez. andAND i could have sworn david was going to make one of his comments again. -nods- he had dat look on his face. and then i just raised my eyebrows at him and he was protesting "i didn't say anything." when i hadn't even accused him of anything yet. (= is certainly veh interesting with david around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everyone just lazed around and waited for everyone to come and then we went to lot 1 to watch movie, cuz that was the nearest place. charlie and the chocolate factory was really nice. not exactly veh good if u wanna lose weight, cuz u get so tempted by the chocolate. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had dinner and had a really small cake for yihui cuz its her birthday 3 days later. after dat, went back with rhea, joshua, mira and yasmin to rhea's place. the other 3 were sleeping over. i wanted to sleep over! \= butbut didn't, so just stayed until like 11-plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala so that's it for national day. it's so shuang to have like 3 days of hols. so sian to have to come back to school. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549821978856123?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549821978856123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549821978856123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549821978856123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549821978856123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-national-day-hols-is-so-like.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549819706129646</id><published>2005-08-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:27:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to support phoebe at her mep concert yesterday night. she was singing a german song. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was supposed to go with yu jay, yasmin and joshua. butbut in the end yu jay got piano lessons, yasmin go malaysia. only left joshua and me. so met at clementi mrt, only to find out he dint have a clear idea of how to get to mgs and only got some instructions from yu jay to rely on, which were uhh rather inaccurate. &gt;&lt;" and we were walking up and down, around the mrt station. walk to the bus interchange and ask for directions, but what they told us wasn't veh helpful. then call phoebe's dad and then finally got on the right bus. arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert was ok. just dat too many concertos at one time isn't a good idea. was amused at joshua's reactions to some of the items. ahaha. seriously, there really was nothing much to laugh about, butbut he seems to be able to pick out the stupidest things to laugh at. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so drained now. get along fine most of the time, butbut there are moments when i'm alone and i'll wonder if you're still holding on. or even whether u've already given up. &lt;i&gt;i give you my word. we can and will make it. but only if you never give up. please let the fairy tale come true...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr national day celebrations already. no school. wheee. andand then after that, will go out with the germies. i wanna watch charlie and the chocolate factory! ^^ can't wait for tmr. lala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549817849598439</id><published>2005-08-01T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:27:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's kind of uhh peaceful right now. too peaceful sometimes. butbut am not complaining. at least it's not unpleasant or anything. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, saturday's performance at sentosa. haven't been to sentosa for a long long time. bus was driving into sentosa when i suddenly realized that the last time i had seen sentosa was probably when i was in p1 or p2. like 8 years ago. that's a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the viewing gallery, put down our stuff and then went to the musical fountain to run through formation. had totally forgotten what the musical fountain looked like. so anyway, it was drizzling and the stage was completely wet and totally unfit for dancing on, so we just left our shoes on and ran through formation without dancing. 4 groups performing. 1st one from vhs, 2nd from swiss cottage, 3rd one was rgs malay dance and last one was us, international dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went back to the viewing gallery and changed into costumes. and then i realized i forgot to bring a strapless bra. or nipple tape. or some other kind of protection. uh-oh. &gt;&lt;" butbut luckily anzie brought a roll of surgical tape. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after the costume, i started struggling with my hair. cuz i couldn't tie it or put it into a bun. so i had to use loads of pins and mousse and hair spray to keep in the loose ends. and ms kum was like "why you cut it so short?" arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut at least the hair was nothing compared to the make-up. -smirks- we did our own foundation and blush and lipstick, but ms kum did the eye make-up for all of us and it was like all her &lt;i&gt;masterpieces&lt;/i&gt; had a certain trend. lots of people ended up with a high arched right eyebrow and a low straight left eyebrow. and the right eye looked much bigger compared to the left eye. including me. gave myself a shock when i looked into the mirror. ^^" and almost everyone said they look screwed after ms kum was done with them. so shuang wei was like "we better not let ms kum lose confidence. or else she'll just continue getting worse and worse." -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance itself wasn't too bad. just dat we were kind of trembling when we were standing by. butbut no major screw-ups and my "skirt" didn't fall off like it did during syf. ahaha. that's got to be an improvement righttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mum and dad and sis were watching the performance and they stayed to watch the musical fountain while i went back to the viewing gallery to change back and take off make-up and hair stuff. then we went to ri to see how william tan was getting along with his marathon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was like damn retarded cuz we arrived just in time to see william tan go to the toilet. --" that was his 1st break in 4 hours since the start of the marathon, dats what i heard. and then i was just standing there when a few hands tapped me on the shoulder. got quite a shock until i realized it was jane, anna, shuli and ting wen. wheeee. butbut anna's first words were "you scandalous!" haha not fair okayyyyy. i wasn't doing anything wrong. i mean what's so scandalous about standing there and looking at people running on the track? i wasn't like flirting with a guy or anything. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yahhh andand what was most funny was that jane then spotted joey sitting on some steps, right in front of me. arghhh i can't believe i was that blur. i was right behind her and i dint see her. lala. so we just stood around complaining about how stupid it was to come here and see william tan wheel into the toilet. and he took quite long too. butbut jane went to run when he came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks i vowed to sleep early tonight and it's already past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if only fairy tales could come true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549817849598439?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549817849598439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549817849598439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549817849598439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549817849598439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifes-kind-of-uhh-peaceful-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549815777173945</id><published>2005-07-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:25:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. exactly 1 month since we left germany. andand the time right now while i'm blogging is around the time we departed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have gotten over the tears, butbut now and then, my last glimpse of germany suddenly flashes in my mind and i start wondering what they're all doing back in germany. wondering if they still miss me, even if just for the teeniest bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what i miss most about germany is the people. and the land. which is stupid. because what else can u miss about a country? just the people and the land. butbut how can i ever explain the joy of taking the dog for long walks every evening in the countryside and seeing cows and sheep along the way, with mama and her fren trailing behind and laughing when the dog gets enthusiastic about something ahead and pulls me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. shall not start on all that. if not, i'll probably be in tears before long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the singapore side can still meet up whenever we want. andand i still see them at moelc. ^^ david's still not back though. kinda miss him. -nods-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549815777173945?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549815777173945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549815777173945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549815777173945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549815777173945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/07/1-month.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549811788877808</id><published>2005-07-17T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:25:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am blogging because i'm bored. andand because i haven't blogged for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a &lt;s&gt;nightmare&lt;/s&gt;dream last sunday night. till now, still can't forget it. can't call it a nightmare exactly. butbut it's weird. like wat i did in dat dream was so unlike me? i can't even figure out how i had it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh germies, i want the chalet! would be sooo fun to be wif u guys again. go around everywhere together, play truth or dare, sleep together andand yup, pillow fights! haha. really hope we can get one. chalets fill up really fast around public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just read justin's and yu jay's profiles of everyone. it's so amusing, especially reading what they say about you. justinnn, thanks for saying my figure is quite nice. wheeee. at least u don't think i'm fat. -nods- ^^ on the other hand, i'm not that blur okayyy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaa, speaking of figure, my appetite has become so big ever since i came back. it's almost scary. it's like i used to not eat recess cuz i had no appetite, butbut now recess i eat full meal, plus a lot of other stuff, plus drink. oh nein i must have gained like how many kg. \=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for taiwan immersion programme! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549811788877808?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549811788877808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549811788877808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549811788877808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549811788877808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-blogging-because-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549809031613977</id><published>2005-07-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:19:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehh i know this background music isn't veh appropriate, butbut it's just for a while. i really like maksim's music. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jet lag isn't so bad now. wheee. like the past week i've been falling asleep every single lesson. can't believe i actually dared to just put my head down on the desk and fall into deep sleep. like really deep sleep, where you even start to dream. then elena will accuse me of affecting her cuz she's falling asleep as well. ^^" butbut this week dun do that anymore. at most i'll look stoned and the teacher will come and ask me if i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the people from immersion programme yesterday, or as we call ourselves, &lt;b&gt;germies&lt;/b&gt;!!! (= haha went to justin's house. met at yew tee mrt station first. had just alighted from the train and taking the escalator downwards and i saw adeline, justin and yu jay already waiting there. then i waved to yu jay when i walked close cuz he was looking in my direction. and he gave me this blur look. he couldn't recognize me cuz i cut my hair! wheee. then joshua came. got a shock too. then phoebe. then mira. andand mira kept patting my hair and saying "so cute". ahaha. it's always interesting to see other people's reactions when they see your new hairstyle. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch together and then walked to justin's place. andand when we saw the swimming pools, everyone was telling me to stay away from yu jay cuz he was considering pushing me in again. ^^" so so we were supposed to do a memory box at justin's place. like time capsule. put whatever stuff to remember germany by in the box and then the next time we all go back to germany as a group, we can open it there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut we just stoned first and looked at the photos justin uploaded to his com. mann justin you &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to send me the photos you uploaded! -nods- your photos are much nicer than the ones i uploaded. then rhea came and we started on the memory box. actually the memory box was supposed to be the main point of this thing, but it took up like 15 minutes, so i guess it was like just a gathering. for us to see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, andand then guess what. before this, david had told us he got wateva prefect's meeting and smp stuff and dat he'd be coming around 5pm. then we were finishing the memory box and he smsed to say he wasn't coming anymore. )= so mira called him and put her fone on loudspeaker so that everyone could speak to him and he could hear everyone. andand we were like "please please please? you have to come. we miss you." and he said he regretted picking up the call cuz we were &lt;i&gt;emotionally blackmailing&lt;/i&gt; him. &gt;&lt;" hell. then after he hung up, we spammed him with smses. butbut he still couldn't come. \= it's kind of not the same without david. so after that, we discussed about a group pullover. yep we're doing group pullovers and frau heng and our hosts will get the pullovers too. mebbe not so practical for us cuz the weather is damn hot here, butbut it will always come in useful like when you go watch movies and stuff. ^^ after that we spent 1 hr playing cards and dat was about it. next meeting on the next public holiday national day! (= yayyy. ok shoutouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;justin&lt;/b&gt;: hey justin to me you're always the nice one who waits for us when yu jay leaves mira and me behind in search of food. thanks for everything! especially helping us to take photos and stuff. -beams- ohh, andand it was really fun at your house. wheee. dun get too stress with your school stuff k. yup take care and love ya loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;david&lt;/b&gt;: daviddd, am still not happy that you couldn't come for the gathering. )= haha miss you loads, even though you always suan me. and seldom have nice things to say to me, or to anyone else for that matter. heee. so so 9th august u &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; come for the gathering k. you should be back from cambridge by then. or else we'll all be after you. -nods- yup. love ya too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday i was sitting and looking at the faces around me. and i just realized something. it's unbelievable that before this immersion programme, we all used to be strangers. now i just feel like i've known these people all my life. i'm just so used to seeing their faces, hearing their voices. i guess deep down, i just take it for granted that we'll always be able to see each other. and that there will never be an end to this. sure, i'm adapting back to school. i'm no longer like all over the place. butbut it's a matter of fact that i'll always always miss germany. and germies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549809031613977?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549809031613977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549809031613977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549809031613977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549809031613977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/07/hehh-i-know-this-background-music-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549805850888765</id><published>2005-06-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:15:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eva replied my email! (= am both happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy that i still can hear from her. andand i heard she might be coming to singapore along with a few other hosts at the end of the year. wheee. if she really does that, i think i'll prolly cry when i see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sad. &lt;i&gt;seitdem du weg bist ist unsere wohnung wieder so leer...&lt;/i&gt; (it has been so empty ever since you went away.) dats wat she said in her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me just how far apart we are from each other. i just realized we are like on the other side of the earth. more than 10 000 km away from deutschland. it seems so possible that we'll see them again, and germany too, and yet so impossible at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seufz. will we ever meet again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i will follow mira and do shoutouts here too. maybe 3 for today. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mira&lt;/b&gt;: my very best galfren on this trip! i know it would have been like totally different for me if u hadn't been there. what would i have done without u? -nods-&lt;br /&gt;love ya loads. for everything! for the shopping, getting lost together, bitching about sucky stuff, liking pink andand yep u said it! walking at the singaporean pace. haha! and everything else we did in deutschland! our characters clash, butbut who cares. we had a great time. danke fuer alles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yu jay&lt;/b&gt;: thanks so much for umm bringing us lotsa amusement. -nods- like the bickering between u and mira. and the staring competition. ^^ even though u always left us behind, and u think food's more important than mira or me, andand u pushed me into the pond xP, ur still quite nice larr. wheee. love ya loads too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;joshua&lt;/b&gt;: miss the way u blush and&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; the way u say 'no'! i still have a recording of dat. (= thanks for being so nice to us girls. like dat time u helped me slice the bread &lt;i&gt;with your strong arms&lt;/i&gt;, andand like always trying to help us when u can. love ya for dat. dun be too stressed out wif sch. we're always behind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with the shoutouts for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;Laying down and dying&lt;br /&gt;That's when i need you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing's always easy&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i'm just scared you'd leave me&lt;br /&gt;That's when i need you&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting is such torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549805850888765?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549805850888765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549805850888765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549805850888765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549805850888765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/06/eva-replied-my-email-am-both-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549787145000137</id><published>2005-06-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:26:50.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2124610113" target="_blank"&gt;photos from germany! click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut i haven't gotten the other pictures from the other people, so this isn't so complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549787145000137?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549787145000137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549787145000137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549787145000137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549787145000137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/06/photos-from-germany-click-butbut-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549767443688285</id><published>2005-06-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:14:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cut my hair. no more ponytail. looks so different. will need some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i won't be alright for at least 1 week. or maybe 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i close my eyes, i'll see the school field. and in my mind, i'll be walking from the school. down some steps to the underpass with all the graffiti. walking up the steps and to the town. then, the scene changes and i see the room i share with my host. the swing. the middle-finger rug. my bed. i'll see the living room, with sparky curled up on the sofa. the kitchen, where i'm eating and talking to eva and mama. with sparky under the dining table whining and begging us to give him a sausage. then in the classroom i share with the 11 others. decorated with our work and pictures of us. herr purtauf or herr meyer or frau buschmann or frau heng standing at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berlin was fun. all the excursions were fun. butbut it's the things we've been seeing everyday for this 1 month that i just can't get off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking what time it is in germany. and if eva and mama are missing me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand my last glimpse of deutschland. crying and looking out the plane window. seeing fireworks explode from somewhere in frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll get over all the tears. &lt;i&gt;someday&lt;/i&gt;. i'll still miss u all. i'll still wanna go back to deutschland with u all. butbut perhaps i won't be crying when i think of it. vielleicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut just let me hold on to it for now. &lt;em&gt;fuer ein Moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549767443688285?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549767443688285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549767443688285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549767443688285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549767443688285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112549760027165910</id><published>2005-06-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:13:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut i wanna go back! i never wanna leave germany! i wanna stay there &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am usually very happy when coming back to Singapore from other countries. more like overjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut this time i wasn't. on my last day in germany, i cried in the morning. cried when i was eating lunch. most of us cried for more than half an hour when we said goodbye to our host families and boarded the bus going to frankfurt airport. cried when the plane took off from frankfurt. cried when the plane landed in singapore. cried when we were outside the arrival hall taking group photos and saying goodbye to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss germany soooo much. i miss my host family soooo much. i miss all of you soooo darn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazing around in the sun after swimming.&lt;br /&gt;meeting with friends at the disco every Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;playing truth and dare on the bus during excursions.&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the ground and getting people to take pictures of us pointing at the remains of the original Berlin Wall.&lt;br /&gt;shopping in Potsdamer Platz in Berlin. and shopping in Frankenberg during lunch every Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;watching my host Eva perform stunts on horseback in a competition.&lt;br /&gt;getting pushed into a pond twice at a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;tying balloons to my ponytail on Hessentag. watching Mira and Yasmin eat helium from balloons and then try to sing "Lonely".&lt;br /&gt;spinning Joshua round this thing in the playground and watching him stumble around like a madman and then fall down onto the grass laughing. being spun around the same thingy and feeling surprised to see myself doing exactly what he did.&lt;br /&gt;sitting round a campfire in Joshua's host's garden.&lt;br /&gt;walking the dog in the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;eating ice-cream with liquor, then starting to get high and keep laughing with Mira. and scaring rhea, justin and yu jay at the same time cuz they think we're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;posing with Yasmin and Mira as charlie's angels for photo.&lt;br /&gt;and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; days of my life and i know i most probably won't ever get this experience again. i dunno if i'll ever see my host family again. mama (my host mother) made me promise to visit them again. she was crying too. and i cried even harder when i opened the suitcase she gave me and found all the food i loved to eat in germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, i dun wanna part from all the people who went along on this journey with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ich liebe euch! ich wird euch sehr vermissen und will euch nie vergessen. ich hoffe wir koennen noch einmal nach Deutschland zusammenfahren. Bis gleich! Danke fuer alles. Freunde fuer immer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auf wiedersehen, Deutschland. Ich liebe dich.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112549760027165910?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112549760027165910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112549760027165910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549760027165910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112549760027165910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back-in-singaporebutbut-i-wanna-go.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112551005172133116</id><published>2005-06-08T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:40:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am back from berlin. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i can say dat on the whole berlin was funnn. especially the shopping. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut firstly will talk abt the disco. the disco was kind of not such a big deal i guess. the dance floor was like nur 4 meter square and there was hardly any dancing. except mebbe like every hr a few ppl go up and do stuff dat looks like line-dancing. serious. not kidding. &lt;b&gt;line-dancing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the place was like a lot of smoke. so 6 of us. me, yasmin, mira, rhea, justin and yu jay. we kept walking out of the disco. go somewhere else. den walk back into the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first time we went out of the disco, we went to mira's host's house. which was like behind the disco. -nods- andand we went up to the attic. played truth or dare. butbut basically no one chose dare. everyone chose truth. ^^" i was going to choose 'dare', butbut they warned me they might try to make me do something to like any random German outside, so i still chose 'truth' in the end, like everybody else. ^^" still, it was realli realli fun. it was like the 1st time the Singapore ppl got together to play like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat, went back in. den came out again and went to a pizza shop. slacked around there and basically we kept going in and out of the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when only yasmin, mira and me were left, mira wanted us to walk her home. cuz it's this really creepy, dark, cold street that she has to take to get to her host's house from the disco. and we were kinda like freaked out too. when we reached mira's house, yasmin was like "if u hear our screams, quickly come and help us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yasmin and i were the only ones left and we were walking back to the disco and 2 drunk guys popped up like 50m from us. so we got quite scared and started walking faster. and the guys started shouting and calling us sluts. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time when we went back to the disco, yasmin's host was going home and yasmin went with her. so i was the only one left (my host was preoccupied with her bf). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then guess wat happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this big guy suddenly came over to me. and he put his face veh close to me and started talking. i was like stranded in the corner. he asked me if i was alone. and how old i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told the others this the next morning, they were all horrified. kinda realized how dangerous the disco was. that night i was probably saved cuz my host noticed halfway dat this guy was talking to me. andand my host-mother was there too. they wanted to go home already, so i was kinda lucky. he was good-looking, butbut it's still freaky. and it had to happen to me. \=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guess i dun have time to blog abt berlin for now. will do it next time. -nods- me and mira spent quite a lot of money in berlin. hehhh.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112551001596139771</id><published>2005-05-30T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:40:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging in germany. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, firstly, the flight. dat was the worst ever sia flight i've ever had i tell u. first, take-off was scary. plane was vibrating violently and making this loud terrible noise. like it was falling apart or smt. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i happened to be sitting at this place where the roof was leaking. the water was supposed to be dripping on yu jay, who was sitting in front of me, butbut dripped on me instead cuz the plane is kind of a bit slanted, wif the front up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then got claustrophobic. cuz we were all cramped up for 12 hrs. so legs kept getting numb, butts started aching, and i was feeling realli hot. so we kept getting up to go the lavatory and stretch our legs at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, germany's so different. eva's dog, sparky is sooo cute. and so is her hamster. and her rabbit. and her guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's best of all is that it's very sunny now and yet so cool. veh refreshing after being suffocated in the plane for so long. -nods-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112551001596139771?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112551001596139771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tonight!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dat sounded hyper. hehhh. still, it just doesn't sound possible that it's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to rda later. blogging now cuz i don't think i'll have time when i come back from rda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been on a plane in a long long time. we went overseas quite a lot when i was young. i remembered we went on a tour of europe when i was like 3 or 4, but i was too young. can't really recall what it was like. only remember the snow. a cheese factory. the eiffel tower. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since p3, we just haven't had time during hols to go to the further countries. i suppose i'm pretty lucky that we don't have dance pracs over the hols this year. we usually do, but lao shi going for surgery in june, so this year no holiday pracs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee zhikang says german beer is yummy. maybe i should try. okay out of point, butbut still... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bringing my fone along, butbut maybe only call and sms once a week. will try to continue blogging as frequent as possible. frau heng said they got limited internet connection though. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honeyyy, i'm bringing &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; along after all! (= andand the neo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550998942060322?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550998942060322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550998942060322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550998942060322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550998942060322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/tonight-honeyyy-im-bringing-him-along.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550996676656323</id><published>2005-05-28T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:06:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing up the packing today. i hate packing. arghhh why is it so damn hard to squeeze stuff into bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy got to leave school early because of prize presentation at moelc. got 2nd prize for german. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at 12pm today for lunch. wheee. i got to miss physics lesson. ^^ hehhh maybe that's a bit mean. =P after all, ms siu is nice. -nods- butbut still, it's kind of shiok to miss physics once in a while. /",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so boring sitting in the auditorium waiting for all the other prize winners to come. and the parents. and the guest of honour. got so bored i started to play hangman with yihui. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm still going for math olympiad training tmr. and also still going to do service learning at rda as usual. butbut i guess i won't be doing these for quite some time anyway, so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day 1 day 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honey, i can't believe only 1 day left! give me a hug.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;kuanggg, don't sleep before 10. must say good-bye to me horr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550996676656323?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550996676656323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550996676656323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550996676656323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550996676656323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/1-day-finishing-up-packing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550994609155166</id><published>2005-05-27T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:39:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel so... &gt;&lt; (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i keep thinking i won't be seeing my bed for 1 month. i won't be eating this in germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet so looking forward to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, yu jay you wanna ask the others for ideas for changing the actions? or discuss ourselves first better? &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today quite a few people asked me when i was leaving. and were surprised when i said saturday. ^^" and they exclaimed even more when i told them i only had two days to do holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand i just realized today that the last 2 days i will be suffering from serious jet lag anyway, so whichever way, i can't possibly do any real homework during june hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way i'm screwed. that settles it. i'm asking for extensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy tomorrow's the last day of the term! ^^ and i'm leaving school early! -nods- for prize presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days 2 days 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i really wanna say goodbye to you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550994609155166?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550994609155166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550994609155166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550994609155166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550994609155166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/2-days-like-i-keep-thinking-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550991201860451</id><published>2005-05-26T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:38:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last rehearsal today. i think it sucked. was feeling too tired and drained to actually sing the songs with umm enthusiasm. and passion. ^^" andand dance instructor was even more eccentric today. flew into a temper because we didn't know the steps in the last part. butbut he can't blame us. he wasn't even sure about the steps himself last week. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, can't believe all the rehearsals have ended. it seems like yesterday when we just started out, having our first meeting in lab 1 and not even knowing each other. kind of sad, butbut we've still got germany to look forward to. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand i seriously don't think &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; song we're singing is as lively as it should be. it feels pretty dead. and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should add more actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last part is especially sad. yu jayyy, i think we should change the actions. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i realized i've hardly talked about my host. her name is eva. she was born in 1989, so around 1 year older than me. yup. she plays basketball. and performs exercises on horseback, i think. she's so sporty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her parents are separated, but they still live in adjacent houses. so eva lives with her mother and her elder sis lives with her father. butbut since eva's father stays next to her, she can stay with him often too. and her grandparents live in an adjacent house too. talk about complex families. kind of gives you a headache when you're trying to decide how to distribute the souvenirs among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh, andand i've been wanting to say this for a long time. i just keep forgetting to mention it when i blog. -nods- here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;i&gt;misconceptions&lt;/i&gt; of my friends that need to be corrected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; have a slinky silver dress.&lt;li&gt;i &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; do pole dancing or whatever crap you call that.&lt;li&gt;i &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; saunter.&lt;li&gt;i &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; strut.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds crappy? ahaha. those are some stuff my friends claim that i do. which i don't. i dunno how they actually manage to come up with such ideas. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days 3 days 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try to bring the doggie along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550991201860451?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550991201860451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550991201860451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550991201860451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550991201860451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-daysanyway-cant-believe-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550988207272503</id><published>2005-05-25T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:12:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was slack because of photo-taking. we were lucky. our photo-taking time slot happened during physics. so we went down and slacked and waited around for our turn to be photographed and then by the time our photo-taking session was finished, physics was long over as well. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, when we went down to wait for photo-taking, we weren't exactly slacking. or rather, the prefects weren't. half our class came in culottes, so the prefects were frantically handing out pinafores and belts and ties and badges. and whatnot. still, it's slack-er than lessons. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda dreading dance practice today because guiyi told us it was going to be real strenuous. told us we'd regret it if we didn't bring lots of water. &gt;&lt;" then turned out that the committee members had told lao shi not to come because they wanted to use this last practice of the semester for bonding between dance club members. so we were divided into groups and did some improvisation. not too bad. at least it's slack and less stress and fun-er than usual practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, we went to foyer for photo-taking. yayyy i like the new dance tee. it's got the words written in bright pink. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after improvisation, we had a party. ate cookies and brownies baked by the comm members. so far my stomach hasn't really hurt that much, so i guess the cookies and brownies are not 'poisonous'. andand ms kum bought a cake. gahh i ate so much cookies. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarr. saw something disgusting on the way home. was taking 105, nearing toa payoh mrt station. and i looked out of the window, saw this old woman with her pants down, baring her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;---arghhh---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt; and doing business on the grass slope. and that grass slope was just between the block of hdb flats and the pedestrian sidewalk. imagine that. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...tmr's the last rehearsal for germany thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 day 4 days 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss you. yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550988207272503?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550988207272503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550988207272503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550988207272503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550988207272503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/4-days-anyway-today-was-slack-because.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550985870073361</id><published>2005-05-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:06:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate periods. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, am pretty lucky to get my period right before going to germany. that's real lucky. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 more days!&lt;/b&gt; sounds unbelievable. it still feels like i've got weeks and weeks to go before leaving. butbut we're already halfway through the pre-going-overseas rush to buy and pack stuff. so. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we just got the whole list of hosts. andand mine's the only host with the telephone number starting with 02! arghh. all the others start with 06. &gt;&lt;" which means my host probably lives far far away from the others. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how i'm going to manage the pts and any other holiday homework we're gonna have. i have like only the last saturday and sunday of the June holidays to finish my work. 2 days. 2 &lt;b&gt;miserable&lt;/b&gt; days. i'm so gonna go ask for extensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am cramping again. shall go to bed and try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that i just can't picture you in my mind? why is it that i always forget what you look like? why is it that everytime i try to recall, the only things about you i can remember are your nice eyebrows and your dark dark lower eyelashes? and the fact that you're really shuai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550985870073361?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550985870073361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550985870073361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550985870073361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550985870073361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-periods.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550983368900554</id><published>2005-05-13T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:37:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oohhh we had a briefing yesterday for the germany thing. only 2 weeks left before i leave for germany. can hardly believe it. -n0ds-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told what interesting things we could expect over there. &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; interesting. (",) shall blog about them another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotoba ni dekinai kono omoi wo &lt;br /&gt;Utai tsudzukete itai kara&lt;br /&gt;Wasurenaide ne &lt;br /&gt;Donna toki mo zutto &lt;br /&gt;And I will be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; this song. i want a hug. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550983368900554?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550983368900554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550983368900554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550983368900554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550983368900554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/oohhh-we-had-briefing-yesterday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550970462356639</id><published>2005-05-09T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:11:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[update]&lt;/b&gt;wheee more thanks to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple more birthday greetings. to &lt;b&gt;shi qian, yasmin sara, and mirabella&lt;/b&gt;. andand to yasmin, i'm so glad our hosts are best friends! ^^ which means we'll probably still be seeing each other in Germany, even if everyone on the trip is supposed to be separated. -isrelieved- oohh mirabella, don't worry if we're all really separated. 1st thing we'll do when we reach there is give u our contact numbers. then when you wanna see us, u can just give us a call and we'll drag our hosts along to go shopping with you kk. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;313&lt;/b&gt;, for singing the birthday song to silei, me and diana. you really are a great class. rock on! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;kristen&lt;/b&gt;, for the moshi moshi notebook. my nice mortal! (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;---yayyy---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;, for the 2 and half hours-long phone call. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;ich liebe dich sehr viel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;(= &lt;b&gt;[/update]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy i'm 15 now! ^^ anyway, time to express thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for birthday greetings, in no special order, &lt;b&gt;mila, xingrui, jessic, adeline, kuanggg, pei ni, joey, shuhui, ice, anna, si lei, nard, pris ang, ems, prav, bo xian, xuannn, chunnn, zhikang, mum, dad and sis&lt;/b&gt;. sorry if i missed out anyone. -nods- special thanks to &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt;. for the 2 birthday tags, for wishing me happy birthday in person, and for smsing me and wishing me happy birthday in german. that's equivalent to about 4 birthday wishes. ^^ thanks joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;mum and dad&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for letting me buy the roxy bag, the badges, the keychain and the novel. you rock! -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;sis&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for the gold and pink markers. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;my family&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for spending the whole night celebrating. and for letting me have my own way in whatever stuff we do on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;kuanggg&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for the musical dolphin decoration piece. i know there were certain complications in the ummm delivery of this birthday present, and the tune it plays is a bit weird because of that, butbut i still love it k! (= i'm so happy. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;tt&gt;---yayyy---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for the doggie, the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;---yayyy---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;---yayyy---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;! andand you are the best bdae prezzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear angel, i'm happy enough that u promised me a birthday present. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my host from germany has already emailed me! (= arghh she's 15 but she looks real mature. butbut anyway, there's no age restriction on discos over there in germany, so she's going to bring me to the disco. cooool. the bad thing is that their english is not good. &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; my german is not good. &lt;s&gt;which means i'm &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; going to die.&lt;/s&gt; gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;穿越千年的伤痛&lt;br /&gt;只为求一个结果&lt;br /&gt;你留下的轮廓&lt;br /&gt;指引我&lt;br /&gt;黑夜中不寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿越千年的哀愁&lt;br /&gt;是你在尽头等我&lt;br /&gt;最美丽的感动&lt;br /&gt;会值得&lt;br /&gt;用一生守候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;千年之恋 by F.I.R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/song]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550970462356639?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550970462356639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550970462356639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550970462356639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550970462356639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/05/updatewheee-more-thanks-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550967248384875</id><published>2005-04-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:57:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we got gold! ^^ &lt;s&gt;without honours.&lt;/s&gt; scratch that. i'm supposed to be uber happy that we got gold. at least. in fact, i &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; happy. -nods- it's just that getting gold doesn't carry the thrill of of getting gold &lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt; honours. still, it's not too bad. at least we didn't get anything less than gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kallang theatre on friday to hear the results. and guess what? the judges spent the first 1 and a half hour commenting on the dances in general. and telling us what they look out for when judging so that we can improve in syf 2007. &gt;&lt;" what the hell. did they really think most of the audience would listen? spent all that time sleeping and smsing. only started to listen when they finally said they were going to announce the results. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;though when they were making comments on the performances, me and anzie got a little tense 'cause the judges sounded like they were targeting their comments at us. words like "&lt;b&gt;floating&lt;/b&gt;" and "&lt;b&gt;masks&lt;/b&gt;" that we could relate to.&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whisper]&lt;i&gt;if it weren't for you, i think i would have freaked out.&lt;/i&gt;[/whisper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i cut my hair! ^^ been wanting to cut it for a long long time, but couldn't 'cause lao shi wanted us to keep our hair long so that easier to style for syf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rda was more fun today. oh yarr i haven't mentioned before. rda stands for "riding for the disabled association". my group goes there every saturday to do our leadership service learning project. we're acting as sidewalkers for the visually impaired riders for this term. it's so much more fun compared to other projects. -nods- we went into the small jungle today. got some mosquito bites. &gt;&lt;" butbut going into the jungle is still more interesting. i like horses. they have beautiful eyes. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550967248384875?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550967248384875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550967248384875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550967248384875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550967248384875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-got-gold-without-honours.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033501.post-112550964720193643</id><published>2005-04-14T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:35:38.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;syf is overrr!!!&lt;/b&gt; (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with my hair in 2 plaits today, so that it would be easier to pin up. first person who asked me abt it was anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"why you plait your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;"for syf."&lt;br /&gt;"chehh i thought you xin xue lai chao. (roughly means "want to do something wild on impulse")." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second person who commented on it was jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you want to act cute arr?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third person was joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oohh so cute!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth person was ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oohh so cute!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person was pei ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you zhong xie (possessed) arr?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, left after 2nd block for the gym. spent like 2 hours plus struggling with my hair and the horrible white paint we had to apply onto our faces, necks, shoulders, arms, back and feet. and the demons (that's me included) wore this mask on the back of our heads, so it looked as if we were two-faced. maybe the only thing laughable about it was the reaction from students and teachers who saw us when we ran from the gym to the hall for a last rehearsal. They were staring and staring as if they couldn't believe their eyes, and we were like "this is embarrassing. let's just keep our faces passive." imagine if we had smiled at them. they'd probably have freaked out. =PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of our leotards were slipping all the way down during the rehearsal until we were showing all our cleavage, and since the syf judges penalize heavily for umm...&lt;i&gt;indecent exposure&lt;/i&gt;, we had to find shorter and firmer straps and then we were all like frantically sewing the straps onto our leotards while we were on the bus to kallang theatre. no easy task since we couldn't even thread the needle with the bus moving and jerking, let alone sew the strap on without poking ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so screwed up the dance. shan't elaborate. bahhh. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results coming out on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wish me luck, honey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10033501-112550964720193643?l=darkstraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/feeds/112550964720193643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10033501&amp;postID=112550964720193643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550964720193643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10033501/posts/default/112550964720193643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkstraken.blogspot.com/2005/04/syf-is-overrr-went-to-school-with-my_13.html' title=''/><author><name>pink.dream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01592994034304969669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
