<?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-12871704</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:17:29.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-114785703602616798</id><published>2006-05-17T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:19:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its official. My blog has collapsed into a fit of perpetual stagnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather prefer the old fashioned method of writing in a diary but fingers felt itchy today and anyway thought i'd honour chee kueh and laura by posting something- even if it means utterly useless ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My farthead of a brother is away on camp. (whoopee) Because that means i finally get to use the computer. . . This is ridiculous. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have totally disregarded early moning runs with huda. So much for ambitous plans at battling obesity. Its such a painful and slow process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow new spartan health and diet regime shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bloody frigging hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to consume strawberry ice cream and turn into repulsive blob of blubber.&lt;br /&gt;(excusable, since need to console self before getting back shitty exam results tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-114785703602616798?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/114785703602616798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=114785703602616798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i love 3/8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/girls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/girls.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love council. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-114346430859986613?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/114346430859986613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog has been absolutely dead. i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sji-ij camp was good. i had the great oppourtunity to be in liyang's group. again.&lt;br /&gt;the guys in my group were...okay i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sji closing ceremony rocked. like, who knew roderick the mamasan could dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and its been nearly a week since camp but everyone's still talking and reenacting all the different funny stories about the guys.&lt;br /&gt;bill goes hyper everytime someone mentions this dude.&lt;br /&gt;everyone laughs everytime someone mentions another dude.&lt;br /&gt;we're all trying to mimic the way honky dude talks (but failing to do so. miserably.)&lt;br /&gt;and everyone wants to know if micheal the gay guy is really gay.&lt;br /&gt;plus all the great scandals everyone wants to know about.&lt;br /&gt;but we dont really get the real truth because they're all fake and exaggerated anyway.&lt;br /&gt;well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i love council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda screwed up exco interviews.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i did screw up exco interviews.&lt;br /&gt;well at least now you know who's not gonna get into exco. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-114310985219096982?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/114310985219096982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=114310985219096982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/114310985219096982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/114310985219096982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-blog-has-been-absolutely-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-114213235009193814</id><published>2006-03-11T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:59:10.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 camps in one week!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe the injustice of it all? not that im complaining since i always enjoy all the camps i attend but our march hols are totally gone! i mean, whats the point of calling it a holiday when you're coming back to school everyday anyway? as much as how excited i am about all the coming camps, i cant help feeling a bit bitter because im looking at my workload of projects and assignments and all i want to do is fly a kite and erase that whole chunk of work from my memory and pretend i didnt see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanna post about sec 3 adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it so totally rocked my socks in my undies drawer! i love love love my camp instructors and i love love love my class and how we remained so united through it all.&lt;br /&gt;we cheered. haha we cheered like hell! especially during the ropes course when our girls were having difficulty conquering the challenges. haha. and the way they cheered was so heartwarming and funny, we all ended up laughing when we were up there. im so proud of my prata, christine! we managed to complete the team challenge together and she helped me up all the way! i was being a shit scared chicken but she kept on urging me on and she even asked me whether i wanted to sing when we were dunno how many metres above ground on that bloody rope structure. i love my christine! and my girls who were singing 'we are family', the song i always sing to annoy. haha. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang. yes, we drove each other nuts by our amateur singing. especially during our record breakthrough of 'the song that never ends', which we sang for about 15-20mins straight during the amazing race. haha. and of course the dunno how many other thousand camp songs we got hooked to. we even made songs for our instructors, ras and simon, who were really the best people we could ever get. and our songs drew them off their rockers as well!  i love my class lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we laughed, and cried. everything was so extreme. im so glad we're all much closer now.  i mean, i didnt know joy and i could have a quick shower in 2 mins. i would never have dreamt that huda would be washing my hair after the campfire when it was close to midnight. i never knew bill would bring her luggage along (haha!). who would have guessed that savina could do such a great impersonation of a rat/mouse. i didnt dream that debo and i would be holding hands and muttering about wedgies during our night trail without our torches. i never envisioned jumping of the boat with bonnie and christine and waddling about in the water because the three of us couldnt swim. haha. we're pathetic eh.&lt;br /&gt;we're definitely a much closer class now. god, i hope this carries on throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. yesterday was the first camp that the sec 3 councillors got to organise. it was the combined primary and scondary school camp with ij primary. it went pretty well considering how screwed up i thought it would be because everything seemed so disorganised. but thank god, we managed to pull it off so yeah, we did good. could have been better though. im so thankful for yifen, ali, the exco, all the organisers and the teachers for all they did. i think i would have gone mad if not for their support. i hope it didnt look like i was running a one man show, because it seriously wasnt like that. everyone did their part, no matter how small it was. and i was sad that we couldnt really keep to schedule. i cant stand that everything had to be so rushed because of the time limit.&lt;br /&gt;but the experience was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;its like, 'oh. now i know how the exco feels like when they organise camps'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more camps to go and already im feeling like an overused tyre. but i must be positive lah. who knows what might happen in the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;even though it might be shittified packed busy like mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-114025652662582180</id><published>2006-02-18T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:56:51.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooo all!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much stuff to do and so little time and i think im going to burst a blood vessel soon. stress stress stress!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the acjc fun fair with some of the councillors. whoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was extra extra crazy and i tell you, eye candy everywhere man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh! had brunch with rach lim today. like finally lah. we have been planning to go out sinve forever but both of us couldnt find time and all. so today was good. it was just a simple catching up over lunch thing, but im glad we did it anyway. talking to her about stuff just made me realise how much some of us have changed now that we're all in sec 3. i think its quite sad the way some stuff are turning out to be. and miss them so much.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and valentines day was great! 3/8 had this whole angel valentine thing where everyone had to give their angel a small present and we were all so enthusiastic about it. yay. and all the lovely pretty presents and sinful sweets from all the nice nice people. i love valentines day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for adventure camp and combined camp and all the nonsense camps and events that are coming up! i hope our class can really give it our all in terms of rah rah spirit.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-114025652662582180?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/114025652662582180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=114025652662582180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/114025652662582180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/114025652662582180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/helloooo-all-ive-got-so-much-stuff-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113898284507293899</id><published>2006-02-03T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:07:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a long crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health screening was a bit crappy because i had to take off my shirt for the forward bending test. lLuckily i wore a nice presentable looking bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit class was super cool today. mrs alex showed us a video of the play macbeth and it was quite old. Joy and i were making fun of the three witches looking like hagrid from harry potter and how king duncan looked like that king dude from lord of the rings. and we were also wondering how that bloody man could go on and on and on talking when he was terribly injured. And it was quite a disappointment when none of the cast were good looking. We were like "hah...?" when mrs alex pointed out macbeth to us. Somehow, i guess everyone was under the impression that macbeth was this great good looking hunk much like brad pitt in troy. But sadly, macbeth was a far cry from that.&lt;br /&gt;Angie got really excited when the blockings of the actors suggested some gay implications.&lt;br /&gt;But the best part came during the scene when lady macbeth was doing some really crazy stuff to herself that really appeared very WRONG. Of course the whole thing was about lady macbeth going nuts and going on about evil and blah de blah. But judging from the squels of laughter coming from the whole class, i think everyone was interpreting the whole scene as something else. Goodness me Angie was so excited. Laura kept on hiding behind her file as if wishing the whole scene to disappear. And Joy and I were having a ball of a time laughing and quoting the text after the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. yay. i love mrs alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my class had our first unofficial meeting today after school. Things are starting off quite smoothly considering alot of us are very separated into our own cliques. Savina's really good and sistematic, she has all sorts of plans for the class. It was really cool to bond with the rest. Haha. Talk about class spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i got back at 10.45pm today. Its been one heck of a long crazy day. First there was ld and then after a crazy dinner of cup noodles and mash potato, Gabby Samira and I had to rush off to sec 1 parents night duty. After our duty, the rest of us lounged around at the prefects room and gossiped a bit and panicked about student leaders invest, because there was so much to do but so little time. Conversation topics ranged from our teachers, g string and lots more. Their quite a loony bunch. You would never have guessed that underneath that serious exterior the councillors tend to project, their quite as mental as any other teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most memorable part of the night was lying under the stars at the basketball court during time off from duty when we were supposed to be having our comm meeting. It was quite crazy- the sight of councillors lying down and staring up into the endless sky, feebly trying to count the stars. Then joy suggested running round the track. So they ran round the track. It looked like so much fun that samira and i decided to join them. So we did! We joined joy, dan, sin yee, ning xin, lee boon and the rest. It was bloody shiok, running round the track with the cool night breeze blowing against our hair and laughing like we didnt have a care in the world. Super cool. I felt like a kid all over again. Haha, this is so sad. Im longing for my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we lay down again and reminded each other to do this whole star gazing excercise for camps if any of us were to be part of the exco in future. That reminded me of the fact that amongst us, there will be those who would be promoted or elected as exco. Lately, there has been alot of guessing about who would get in and even guessing who would be head for our batch. All these changes seem exciting, yet intimidating at the same time. I dont know why, but i always feel a tinge of sadness when i think of all these. Maybe it was the whole mood when we were lying down there. I just cant help thinking how different things would be amongst us when part of us move on to become exco. Very bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113898284507293899?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113898284507293899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113898284507293899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113898284507293899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113898284507293899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-long-crazy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113871874509718771</id><published>2006-01-31T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T06:45:45.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowadays i have this insane craving for prata and candy. not prata with candy. i mean prata. and then candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its scary how singapore's so small that everyone seems to be related in one way or another.  lets say my friend A knows my other friend B who's mom taught A's brother, C, whom i also know and who's girlfriend's pet cat is related to my aunt's cat blah blah blah that sort of long story. Everytime i go out its impossible to not bump into someone you know. Its not like im complaining or anything. But SINGAPORE'S SO SMALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt (the one who married the aussie) came over today. She brought her two daughters along, Safira and Arisa. They're gorgeous. Safira's this hyper little thing who trots around and her golden brown curls fly everywhere and she's so so cute! Arisa's only a few months old and she's such a pretty little adorable baby! Both of them have lovely eyes, they're grayish blue, and they're not even using fake contacts. Its au natural man...  I WANT THEIR EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're all moving to london. and im so going to miss them and this is so unfair and i should seriously stop whining and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like mr jiow's nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113871874509718771?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113871874509718771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113871874509718771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113871874509718771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113871874509718771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2006/01/nowadays-i-have-this-insane-craving.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113837232185289171</id><published>2006-01-27T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T06:32:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh im so out of touch with the whole blogging scene. i cant be bothered nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;nobody comes here anyway. eeee. people, go tag lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 3/8 is okay. we took our first class picture today. nice. its great that most of us wore &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and that we actually bothered to bring oranges.&lt;br /&gt;(some weirdos brought apples and i brought a pear) yay. class spirit!&lt;br /&gt;my classmates seem generally nice and friendly. haha. but i have yet to really settle down.&lt;br /&gt;there's deborah,bill and christine who laugh alot. and we like the prata in school.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's bonnie and hannah and co who have cool glasses and nice bags.&lt;br /&gt;then there's zhong, cel and lynette and co. they're really really nice people. really.&lt;br /&gt;of course not forgetting the basketballers who...basically do the stuff basketballers do.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, huda and co. they make ALOT of noise. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh. then we've got the ex two-oners, chrys and co. they're always together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats pretty much most of them in my class. we're very mixed and diverse. like rojak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my form teacher has a very thick accent. sometimes i dont know what she is talking about. but she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its ridiculously funny that nearly everyone's so hyped up about mr t.jiow. ALOT of girls are harbouring this huge mega crush on him even though we all know he's married with two kids. haha. angie is absolutely nuts about him. i suppose his accent is appealing.  and he is one of the teachers in charge of the council. he seems pretty cool. very different and unconventional stuff coming from him.&lt;br /&gt;i like his nose. he has a sharp nose. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113837232185289171?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113837232185289171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113837232185289171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113837232185289171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113837232185289171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2006/01/urgh-im-so-out-of-touch-with-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113681282479673362</id><published>2006-01-09T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T05:20:24.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i cant stand this. my blog is so freaking stagnant!!! ahaha and im too lazy to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;school is extra crazy. busy busy busy. and im seriously missing 2/1 05'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its 2006 already. haha. who OLD do you feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113681282479673362?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113681282479673362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113681282479673362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113681282479673362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113681282479673362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2006/01/eeee.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113601790382207855</id><published>2005-12-31T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:31:43.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last post of the year. And im looking back on the bittersweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;School reopens next week and im trying to mentally prepare myself for all the incoming stress.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I cant decide whether im excited or dreading it. I think its a complete rojak mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Special mention to my ex classmates of two one 05, syf members, aep peps, ld seniors, those people in malay class, convention people, the prefects, friends from wrps, random friends from random places and all of you guys that i havnt mentioned. You know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thanks for 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113601790382207855?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113601790382207855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113601790382207855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113601790382207855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113601790382207855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-post-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113573714171031898</id><published>2005-12-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:32:21.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day one of the new prefects came up to me and told me she didnt know how to address me because different people called me different names and she was pretty blur about the whole thing. SO i decided (and since im very bored right now) that i'll do something about it and blog about this for her benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call me sarah. as in sa-rah. (pronounce it in the malay slang; because i am, afterall, malay.)&lt;br /&gt;BUt when i attend more glamourous events, i introduce myself as sarah.&lt;br /&gt;(now you pronounce it in the normal way, meaning not in the malay slang)&lt;br /&gt;Close friends call me sa. or as a certain rachel lim puts it, rah-rah. Which by the way darling rach, i still feel sounds like a dog's name. But its still highly original. No one else calls me that.&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers call me natasha. yeah thats my name too. as in sarah natasha. but i seldom respond to natasha. its like having a name but not using it sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;The prefects and my cca girls call me sarah nat, as in sarah nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, that new prefect asked me why they called me sarah nut- was it because im nutty? haha. thats one way to interprete it. otherwise, sarah nat or nut is just a shorter way of saying sarah natasha. and they call me sarah nat because there are so many other sarah's in the world and one just has to find a way to differentiate sarah emmanuel from sarah jane from sarah nat from blah blah blah..you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. that concludes my ramblings for today.&lt;br /&gt;if you still havnt met me and dont know my name, a good "Oy!" is enough.&lt;br /&gt;As long as i respond enough to know that you're referring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113573714171031898?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113573714171031898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113573714171031898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113573714171031898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113573714171031898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/other-day-one-of-new-prefects-came-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113559319659620858</id><published>2005-12-26T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:33:16.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so shoot me if you find my taste in guys absolutely appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think peter from chronicles of narnia is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/happyholidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/happyholidays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay guys im turning 15 in 3 days time. hint hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113559319659620858?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113559319659620858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113559319659620858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113559319659620858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113559319659620858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-shoot-me-if-you-find-my-taste-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113542929926704029</id><published>2005-12-24T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:01:39.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeee.&lt;br /&gt;there's a christmas tune stuck in my head. i dont celebrate christmas but yet im still getting christmas presents. haha. not that im complaining or anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to miki's house today for christmas lunch. they're close family friends. our mothers have been best friends ever since their secondary school days, our parents are best buddies and miki's my brother's best pal...blah blah you know that sort of thing.. plus i've known the kids ever since they were born so yeah, we're very close.&lt;br /&gt;lunch was sooooooooo good. we had turkey and as usual the kids were being clowns and making a joke out of every tiny thing. i remember nearly choking on my turkey when miki proclaimed to the world that he liked eating breasts- referring to turkey breast. sheesh. and my eyes nearly popped out when i heard he was appealing for st pats.&lt;br /&gt;hah. the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want holidays to end!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113542929926704029?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113542929926704029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113542929926704029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113542929926704029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113542929926704029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/heeee.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113526357994832588</id><published>2005-12-22T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:59:40.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;school holidays are coming to an end. i can just feel it. moans. i dont want holidays to end.&lt;br /&gt;life has been very hectic lately. i've been going out alot. heee.&lt;br /&gt;and prefect duties are fast filling in my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;and life has just been zooming along like one hell of a wild roller coaster ride thats just going on way too fast. and sometimes i just want it to stop because i seriously need a break.&lt;br /&gt;(and i want a kit kat too)&lt;br /&gt;okay forgive me, im being lame. i ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the prefects went over to the new school premises to check out the area. one thing that hits you immediately when you enter the compound is that the size cant be compared to the wide open free spaces we have back at the thomson school building. i felt rather claustrophobic actually. there were all these confusing corridors and small corners that just seemed really weird as we walked along exploring. yes some of thee rooms and facilities are grand, especially when you compare them to the things that we were unfortunately confined to back at the old building. but im so going to miss the space and freedom we had!&lt;br /&gt;mrs nicholas wanted us to explore the new school by ourselves, so we set off and just walking along the corridors and seeing where it would lead us..but in the  end we just got the nice old uncle to give us a tour of the school instead. i thought the netball courts were quite cool. and it would definitely take some time getting used to, the whole part where we have to run along and find our classrooms..no doubt, people are so going to get lost on the first day of school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate to be a spoiler..but im so going to miss the old school building! and not to mention we'll be so close yet so far away from it. because you can practically see st gabs from the back of the new school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sorry i had to bore you with that boring bit about the new school. i just needed some form of catharsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had my first taste of truly being scared, intimidated, disturbed, pigeon-hearted/whatever-just-scared-lah by yiping's and gillian's morbid fascianation with things that just make you go: eeeeeeyer. they were being so freaking morbid, it wasnt funny. and i, being the cowardly fool that i am, actually freaked out and started to panic in hysterical trauma. haha, you might be finding this very amusing but you just wait until you get stuck in a dark room with the both of them rattling off morbid crazy insane thoughts! they were looking at me with that mad gleam in they're eyes like as if i was their latest target. i seriously thought they got possessed or something...and i just chicken-ed out and started screaming like a pathetic sod. i mean gillian toh and wong yiping, for goodness sakes!&lt;br /&gt;*blabbers off some more uncomprehensible nonsense*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;warning: this is a random thought. read at your own account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;its not my fault im feeling nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i miss two one. i miss the gossip, the scandals, the bitching. haha. i miss the melodramatic soap operas our class came up with. i miss commenting about our teachers' fashion sense. i miss stoning and doodling away in class. i even miss our sad, twisted family tree. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i miss you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;this is crazy.  its absolute madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113526357994832588?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113526357994832588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113526357994832588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113526357994832588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113526357994832588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113489351651476800</id><published>2005-12-17T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:23:53.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the thing, i leave singapore to depart of to malaysia-truly-asia (the land of the many padi fields), as rach calls it, spend four amazing days there, come back all fresh and happy from the retail therapy crazy shopping and come back to find that some crazy lame nut spammed my tagboard! wow! what a rousing welcome eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously when qiwen told me i got a spammer, lets just says i got a bit too vigorous with the wall that i was painting at that time. but then i got over it. and then when i finally come online after not touching the computer for nearly a week, i look at my tagboard and wonder who the heck that sad sad spammer could be. that sad sad spammer with limited vocabulary and who cant even think up with a more bitchy case to diss me properly. honey, you want me to die in a black hole? i can die in a mud hut in timbuktu for all i care. haiyo. *shakes head* spammers..... sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah thanks laura, amanda and qiwen for standing up for me whilst i was away shopping. haha. i really appreaciate it. but apparantly that lousy bugger really has a problem with me and my babats(fats). how amusing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kl trip was a whooping blast! hur hur. it was so shiok lah! i cant possibly describe everything in detail because:&lt;br /&gt;a) alot of stuff happened&lt;br /&gt;b) i cant possibly remember every teeny little detail&lt;br /&gt;c) im too lazy to type out everything that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights included lunch at the revolving restaurant at kl tower, watching king kong at the 12.45 am movie slot, gil meeting a certain guy by the name of kopitiam boy at the kopitiam of genting highlands, braving my fear of heights by conquering the rides there and of course shopping shopping and more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;haha, i loved it!&lt;br /&gt;thanks rach i love you banyak banyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113489351651476800?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113489351651476800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113489351651476800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113489351651476800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113489351651476800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-kay.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113431276031035277</id><published>2005-12-11T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T06:52:40.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im telling you, its purely platonic love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;heh. right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/PHOT0086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/PHOT0086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking back at the pics stored in my com. and i found this particularly striking one. haha.lovely memories and scandals.. if i ever meet the man of my dreams, i hope we'll be in love just like those two darlings posing up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty ridiculous looking get up eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113431276031035277?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113431276031035277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113431276031035277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113431276031035277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113431276031035277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-telling-you-its-purely-platonic.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113421153854713229</id><published>2005-12-10T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:47:55.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that weird random feeling when you just think that you need a break because all the stuff that has been happening to you is more or less driving you to the point of absolute nuts. yes, nuts. like walnuts or macadamia or kacang putih or almonds, whatever..Thats how i feel like now, tired and just urgh*momentarily loss for words*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with gillian toh hui ling to town to settle some unfinished business. heh. pretty much the usual stuff. christmas deco all around, christmas shoppers everywhere, kids on the loose, couples here and there, mats, minahs and all the different sort of specimens you get at orchard road. i like going towning to observe all the people there. but i've been going out so much lately that its getting rather boring. yes lah i know you dont give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;im leaving for malaysia truly asia with gil on monday and we're heading off to rach's place at kl for her birthday thingy thing thing!!&lt;br /&gt;Heeee. Yay-ness the much anticipated kl trip is finally here. Excellent. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I need retail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Im over him. So shiok right. Im a free bird with no commitments. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113421153854713229?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113421153854713229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113421153854713229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113421153854713229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113421153854713229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113370131655859754</id><published>2005-12-04T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T05:01:56.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far hols have been hectic in a crazy sort of way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had to drag my bum to school for peer support training and then after that i went for brunch with joy, seren and vic where we pretty much scared the customers at long john silver's.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening i went out with nash and xiao qing to town. Crazy pantats lah. I dont think they've changed at all. Xq's still nuts about macfly and busted and running around and nash still checks out girls like no one's business. Anyway we wanted to catch exorcism of emily rose but then they werent screening that anymore...haha we're a bit slow lah considering everyone else watched that show eons ago..So we decided to watch prime but the tickets were all sold out. so we went of for dinner where i decided to be a free loader and made nash pay for me. hehe. to which he so unwillingly obliged. so we talked and talked and walked and walked around orchard..&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with them always brings back crazy crazy memories. haha.&lt;br /&gt; i cant imagine what it'll be like 10 years from now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113370131655859754?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113370131655859754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113370131655859754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113370131655859754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113370131655859754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113344199362167751</id><published>2005-12-01T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:07:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOO WORLDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havnt blogged since i dunno when. But im feeling random now so i figured it wont kill me if i gave my fingers some exercise on the keyboard. I didnt go to work today. Woke up feeling like some rhinos trampled on me whilst i was sleeping. SO it figures lah, my nose is a leaking tap and the cough is driving me nuts and i decided that contaminating the office with my germs wouldnt be such a good idea so i stayed at home and devoted myself to unprofitable boredom! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary of what i did today:&lt;br /&gt;1) Slacked about the house enjoying the lifestyle of being a full-time bum&lt;br /&gt;2) Attepted to read Harry Potter again&lt;br /&gt;3) Spoke to benny boo boo boo&lt;br /&gt;4) Look at number 1 again&lt;br /&gt;5) Sleep. Sleep. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was basically my one day break from work. Tomorrow it'll be back to the office. Saturday will be spent dragging my bum to school for some peer support training thingy and i may be going out with the blokes from primary school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I wish i can post smart and intellectual stuff up here but my brain's not really up to it yet. I sound like a blabbering idiot up here. eeeeyer. im so disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i hate the fact that im so fickle minded. One minute i want this and the next minute i want that. Its so frustrating lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH. MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 29 DAYS TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113344199362167751?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113344199362167751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113344199362167751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113344199362167751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113344199362167751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/12/helloooooooooo-worlddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113293051552186071</id><published>2005-11-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:55:15.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Class Chalet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. For the short 3 hours that i was there, it was good seeing the two-onners again. I never realised i missed you guys so much until i arrived at the chalet and started hugging everyone after i took one good look at everyone bumming out after their swim . The pictures you guys took from the earlier part of the day when you people were swimming were so shiok that i wish i could have been there. And the 'porno video' the girls did starring sha's butt was so hilarious and gross and unsightly disgusting. Seriously featured some major butt crack valleys man... So funny i nearly died laughing. Then we plonked on the bouncy bouncy bed and did some prank calling to some unfortunate guys before we did the toast for esti whose presence and scent will be very much missed by us lot. Rach and i went missing-in-action- the both of us walked around the pool for dont know how many rounds having our tiny talks.&lt;br /&gt;The barbecue was good. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Major shout out to our wonderful 'chefs/barbecue-ers'&lt;/span&gt;,  vic, tsi yin, nut...and im so sorry i cant remember who else...all i remember was the silhouettes of those three with alot alot of smoke and alot of buttering up the chickens. Nyaha. Thank you so much guys, you were brilliant. Meanwhile whilst they were busying themselves with the chickens and the sausages, angie pangie, laura and company were arguing about the &lt;em&gt;(fish)&lt;/em&gt;balls.&lt;br /&gt;I only heard snippets of the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Something like this....&lt;br /&gt;me: are the &lt;em&gt;(fish)&lt;/em&gt; balls hot?&lt;br /&gt;laura: no,they're cold.&lt;br /&gt;me:but i only like them &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;angie pangie: i only like them HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;laura: *exclaims in mock horror* angeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then rach and i walked around the garden thingy having our private conversations again about guys and life. Shortly after gil joined us and then we joined the rest at the barbecue pit. Thats where i start my serious 'marshmellowing' where we roasted the marshmellows and i realised my talent of roasting golden brown marshmellows! So so good i tell you. And they were lovely. The marshmellows i mean. Of course the whole part where you have to practically bake yourself in the heat from the fire isnt that glamourous but it felt really good marshmellowing for the main chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time passes by so quickly when you're having fun.&lt;/span&gt; That was exactly what happened to me. Shortly after the marshmellowing session, sam came up to me and did her whole time check thing which basically indicated that we had to leave soon. I keep on trying to extend it by 5 minutes but that didnt last very long either. Spent our last moments together bouncing on the bouncy bed in the room with nut shouting at rach to hurry up so that they could go shower together because nut had to shit really badly and the poo was  going to "come out any moment". Gross lah! And not to forget i indirectly told a guy(i think it was ryan po po po) that i loved him when i hugged nut goodbye as she was talking to him on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last few minutes hugging everyone goodbye. They were all plopped on the mattres with their eyes glued to the tv screen watching some chinese drama...haha, what a sight. and angie was getting all excited about the crab they had barbecued and she was swinging it around like nobody's business. So full of crap i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i left with Gabby, Sam and Jeanette where we had a major high on singing love songs at the top of our voices as we made our way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh. Its really sad when you stop and think that 2/1' 05 is really coming to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like the end of the chapter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we're all splitting up to move on to the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113293051552186071?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113293051552186071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113293051552186071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113293051552186071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113293051552186071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/class-chalet-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113284809271521946</id><published>2005-11-24T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T08:01:32.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. i havnt blogged in a while. alot has been happening. would love to sit around and chat all night but im seriously deprived of sleep so i shall blog next time, when im in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHALET ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;-even if i was there for approximately 3 bloody hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113284809271521946?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113284809271521946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113284809271521946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113284809271521946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113284809271521946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113250249801336392</id><published>2005-11-20T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:01:38.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what the hell im still doing up at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so going to watch harry potter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cedric diggory is so so so hot lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113250249801336392?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113250249801336392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113250249801336392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113250249801336392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113250249801336392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-know-what-hell-im-still-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113215080961716489</id><published>2005-11-16T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T06:20:09.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;combined prefects camp&lt;/span&gt; with sji today was crazy fun. haha. it was really refreshing to be working with guys again. especially when you get to tease and bug the hell out of them.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha. evil evil.&lt;br /&gt;oh right. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;congratulations laura, yiping and yifen on being elected as prefects!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i may have driven the guys in my group crazy with all my...unnecessary chatter. heh heh. sorry guys. but i counldnt resist! you people are so shiok to poke fun at. there was this guy in my group whose name was Johnson. I took one good look at him and went, "huh?! JON JONSSON?" - aiyah. you know Jon Jonsson, America's male top model. Pity the Johnson in my group didnt look one bit like Jon Jonsson. Then there was this absolutely cartoonic dude who came up with a scientific theory for every single thing we did. Sorry hon but i just have to say this: DAMN NERD LAH. But nerdish in a cute way. haha. what am i saying, i have no idea. you probably wont understand. im just blabbing. then there was roth- uh huh, thats his name. Roth. a bit difficult pronouncing his name, i was like, "huh? ROFF?? RRRROF?" Dude.....And laura kept on giving me this really weird sort of looks throughout the day...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing race almost killed me. Almost. But it was fun. Torturous, but fun. And traumatising the guys was fun as well. They're good people lah. Oh and Aaron is so cute cute cute!!!!in a fluffy bunny cute way, even though he's not much shorter than me but heck. he's still cute anyway! also saw some guys our girls knew. this really really skinny dude and another really really tall dude. amanda and erica should know who im talking about. too bad sam's aquaintance wasnt there. i wanted to see what that moron looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the stayover camp at school for one night. unfortunately enough the guys wont be joining us this time. but we'll have fun anyway! We've got&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Girl Power&lt;/span&gt; what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. ciao people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113215080961716489?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113215080961716489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113215080961716489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113215080961716489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113215080961716489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/combined-prefects-camp-with-sji-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113189175420468853</id><published>2005-11-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:28:17.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to costa sands resort for my cousin's birthday chalet party. then we brought the kids to the wet and wild water theme park thats about 5 mins away from the chalet. i had no idea that i would be greeted by such a vast display of all sorts of different body shapes and sizes. it was quite an eye sore. there were bulging tummies, mass display of cellulite, flabby arms, fatty fats...you get my drift. im one to talk, i mean, ya lah im not a proud owner of a nice figure but at least i didnt proclaim my fats to the world by prancing about in a bikini. And i shudder at the thought of recalling those with dense body undergrowth. there were hairy chests, hairy underarms, hairy legs...eee. *cringe* what the hell, these people... i felt like going up to them and recommending them the Veet Hair Removal Cream.&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this dude who looked like he was wearing a scuba diving suit, without the flippers of course, but still...its a water theme park for heaven's sakes. you dont go diving in a water theme park! goondu lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw an ex-classmate from my french class from dumbman high school, whoops, i meant dunman high school. stupid git. he was wearing black swimming trunks under his white board shorts which was wet and see through. so everyone could see his nice black underwear. what a &lt;strong&gt;pantat&lt;/strong&gt;. (thats arse/ass in malay). i couldnt keep my face straight when he waved over to say hi. so dumb lah he. and my brother is so so so dark, he looks like some indian tambi mama shop uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, im damn tired. ok ciao people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ps: guys check out my 'shutter' link please. i wanna dedicate that part to all the unfortunate guys whom i may have had a crush on. haha. pantats. oh yeah and all the two-oners 05. love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113189175420468853?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113189175420468853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113189175420468853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113189175420468853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113189175420468853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-tired-lah-went-down-to-costa.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113176143219751178</id><published>2005-11-11T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:10:32.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class comm outing was FUN FUN FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Deep constipated voice, "Hello? I love you. My name is Bruno."&lt;br /&gt;Im still cracking up at the whole stupidity of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Esti, Amanda, Samantha, Rach, Nut and Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, we (referring to class comm '04) were the shiok-est man.&lt;br /&gt;All those crazy class comm outings we had,  i love you all banyak banyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113176143219751178?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113176143219751178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113176143219751178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113176143219751178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113176143219751178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/class-comm-outing-was-fun-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113146215824958611</id><published>2005-11-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:20:36.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;morning, 6.30 am. the alarm clock rings and rudely jolts this girl from her sweet sweet dream about ice kachang and hot mudbloods. sarah groans. she thinks," its the sodding holidays. why the hell am i waking up at 6.30am?!?!" then it hits her- OH. I HAVE TO GO TO &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. alamak. shit. (after a few seconds...) Oh.... yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my darlings, im actually 'working' as an intern for an internship with the Les Thespians Drama Company. And yes, we do get paid at the end of the internship. So yes, its a job. A pretty cool job i might add. The interns(thats us) are involved in the more administrative aspect of the company, not so much as handling drama on stage. Currently for the first two days of work we have been doing more of clearing the office and doing stage inventory. Its interesting to see what goes on behind a drama company. Its not just about the glamour stage and productions, there's alot of paperwork involved. we'll be doing publicity stuff soon. Since i've always been acting on stage all these while, so taking part in the action behind the whole thing is very new and...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been working hard these past two days. And we made our first major boo boo screw up today. Haha. Not gonna go into details. Only gonna say we felt f-ing scared of our bosses and their 'evil eyes'. Its quite hilarious come to think of it. Renee craps alot with the rest of us. It doesnt really feel like a job at all. Maybe because im actually enjoying it so much. But its pretty tiring after a whole day, resulting in major stoning sessions for me as i depart to lala land. Its a natural occurance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/PHOT0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/PHOT0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Proud citizen of lala-land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;here, im departing off to lala-land major stoning lah. not a pretty sight eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a bit getting used to lah. The whole part where you have to wake up early, beat the peak hour crowds, getting squished like sardines during the morning train...blah blah blah. The fact that im actually working still amazes me. It still hasnt fully registered into my mind yet. Its very........whoa.- excuse my limited vocabulary. Actually i just cant seem to describe this feeling. Its like telling me i scored A1 for maths, or telling me i won a date with Jon Jonsson. Like wow. I mean, you wouldnt believe that either right? Come on lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it actually feels good when someone asks you out and you say you cant because you have a job and that you're actually working. Heh heh. Like dude, im working. WHOOT! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus, the tentitive paycheck and bonus G promises us is very very extremely tres generous and eye-popping jaw-dropping shiok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Au revoir mes amis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have a job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113146215824958611?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113146215824958611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113146215824958611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113146215824958611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113146215824958611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/morning-6.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113103604982331823</id><published>2005-11-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:40:49.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Selamat Hari Raya! Maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, it amazes me when i see families decked out in their harmoniously colour coordinated baju kurungs outside during hari raya. I look right, i see one whole group dressed in red. Then i look left, i see aqua blue, front, lime green. Its like a walking march pass parade or walking curtains.  I look at them and then i look at my family- we never bother to do the whole colour coordinated baju kurung thing. Until this year, all of us (surprisingly) wore different shades of nude or brown. Can lah. Talk about &lt;em&gt;unity&lt;/em&gt;. Yes yes you can so totally sense my tone dripping with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family gathering for my maternal side was in two words: painfully boring. Painful because it was painful sitting through the whole ordeal and spacing out into a major stoning session. Im the oldest granddaughter in my maternal side, so i cant really connect with the rest of my cousins considering they are all still kids..so i stick out like a sore thumb. Really. I must have been sending off unfriendly boredom vibes. Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, the family gathering for my paternal side was more eventful. In the sense that i was more entertained and no stoning sessions involved. Thank god for my cousin, kinah. She's the only cousin i can truly relate to- i cant even have a decent conversation with the goofball guys without cracking up. But kinah's great, she keeps me sane. And she's discovering the wonders of going out with the opposite sex. All the best woman, may you never have the misfortune of having your heart broken by an insufferable jerk like chung apek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my other cousin...&lt;br /&gt;You know how people lose a considerable amout of weight after fasting for one whole month. For some people like me, thats good news. But for my cousin, the extremely skinny dude, its bad, i mean BAD. Because i cant even stand next to him without feeling insecure about my weight- he's lke a soddingwalking human stick insect!!!! Argh. So freaking s-k-i-n-n-y. Just now his family's baju kurung colour was silver (so bright, it almost burnt my eyes) and mr skinny-man-walking-stick was wearing this pair of shades that made him look like some rejected keanu reeves from the matrix. He looked so cartoonic im telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other cousin- the hot one. (yes, remember him? the &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; one). I always say that purple is the international gay(and i dont mean gay as in happy) colour. So this hot cousin of mine was wearing a purple baju kurung today. Its amazing how he can still look good in purple. Maybe my eyes may have been deceiving me lah. But i still think purple is a horrendous colour for guys to wear. Fishcakes lah. Its so unfair that my cousin= hot. I hardly talk to him, its difficult to. But anyway he was teasing me about why im still not wearing the tudung. I grimanced in horror(not a very aesthetically pleasing sight). By the way, all my female cousins(including the young ones) on my paternal side wear the tudung except me. So when my hot cousin mentioned "tudung" to me, i freaked out lah. The tudung is a long term committment that i am SO not ready to make. Its like being in a relationship.Its almost like marriage. -yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some old hari raya tune is stuck in my head, i've seen my fair share of bright bright coloured baju kurungs, im all stuffed with kueh and still, its only the first day of hari raya...I made it through the emotional part where we had to ask for forgiveness from our elders (sort of like what we did at retreat) and for once, I DIDNT CRY!!!! whoot. i feel superhuman, like wonder woman. Its quite a reasonable feat for me okay.... and i've also had too much sugar. I feel hyper. Or maybe its the whole crazy festive atmosphere, Whatever. Sometimes the whole stoning part can be very painful to bear with, but i love hari raya. I love the whole part where the grandkids line up for their green packets. AND i especially love the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113103604982331823?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113103604982331823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113103604982331823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113103604982331823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113103604982331823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/11/hari-raya-selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113085855452913596</id><published>2005-11-01T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:22:34.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came by these pictures at deviantart.com.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/MOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/MOO.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;dude, like, seriously man. what on earth were you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113077475375942264?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113077475375942264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113077475375942264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113077475375942264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113077475375942264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/dude-like-seriously-man.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113073566200094683</id><published>2005-10-30T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:14:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nash:&lt;/span&gt; haha. i only get emotional sometimes okayy. if you are thinkin gof that fateful day in primary school....urgh. thats not a very happy memory. will confirm with you guys the date for the outing lah..,must make sure we can all make it..you me xq and ej??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;gabby:&lt;/span&gt; ron ron is cute BUT only in that picture okay. only in that picture. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ita:&lt;/span&gt; so when do we start? -grins- you serriously dont want to watch me dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nurul:&lt;/span&gt; yes i found him! and yes, he is rather unfortunate looking. its ok lah. who knows, maybe you DO like boys but you just dont display your feelings as openly. haha. but its a bit cacat to imagine, you dating some dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;anton:&lt;/span&gt; yeah. it was veryyy emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yips:&lt;/span&gt; see, i do love esti, both esti's! the picture is a bit blur but hey, im just proclaiming my love for the frog to the world. sniff. we'll miss bugging the living daylights out of the real esti, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113073566200094683?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113073566200094683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113073566200094683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113073566200094683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113073566200094683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/replies-nash-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113068290415951740</id><published>2005-10-30T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T06:35:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/PHOT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/PHOT0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;meet mr esti croaker, my new love interest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-in loving memory of the real life human esti asmira, who is leaving our school for the tjip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all the best in your future aspirations and endeavours woman! we'll miss you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113042259437074189</id><published>2005-10-27T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:16:34.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the retreat today was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really was. being in a mission school has really opened my eyes and made me more acceptive towards other religions, especially the catholic religion which i have a better understanding of now. the mission team were great. father simon and father fred were great.&lt;br /&gt;i was pleasantly surprised when father fred asked the muslim girls to come out and pray in front of the rest. it was very moving for me because even though everyone there came from different religious backgrounds, everyone was praying to their own god for each other. reciting the prayer with nadia and huda in front of the rest of the girls today was a quite a special thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the more happening part of the whole mission, the very very emotional part.&lt;br /&gt;having experienced the mission last year, i think most of us were prepared as to what was coming because alot of people brought tissue. i did bring my trademark Senora tissue and quite truthfully, i was prepared for a really good cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had alot of difficulty letting go of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;when they told us to write down all our problems and conflicts that we had and wanted to let go, i just feel really empty and cold and...devoid of emotion. alot of people around me were already sniffing and erica was blowing her nose like so very loudly, but i still had trouble writing down my problems. everything was trapped deep inside, because i've kept all my negative emotions inside all these while and it was so difficult for me to let go of them. but then....&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere got to me and i suddenly broke down really really hard, so hard that my body was rocking with sobs. i think i must have cried pretty darn loudly because the people around me started hugging me and i.........just..........couldnt..........stop.............crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure i must have been blabbing some infallible nonsense whilst they were trying to comfort me but i dont think they could have understood me in between the disgusting sounding sobs i was producing.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone stared hugging each other and saying sorry for all their conflicts and issues. and in front of me, as i was blowing my nose, i saw vic and audish reconciling and making up, and it was so touching that it only made me cry even more. then as i was sprawled over sam b, erica, amanda and company, i faintly remember blabbing out something about a certain guy guy and i think i must have been really stupid because i was laughing and crying at the same time, (something about not being able to accept him bacause he's not hot). and i felt really really bad for that and sam asked me what i was going to do. so i took my folded paper and went up to michelle from the mission team to hug her and say sorry, which made me cry some more still bacause it was so difficult for me to let go of everything and i dont think it was a very flattering sight, my tears falling down my cheeks and my nose like a leaking tap, i must have looked very....urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as i can remember whilst hugging the rest, most of us were bawling our eyes out except for a few people. i distinctly remember hugging esti(yeah for once, she allowed me to hug her) and apologising to her for sniffing her excessively and annoying her with my crappy nonsense. and i remember hugging sam n and stef, who were doing that whole seducing thing, except that i was so totally not in the mood to get seduced. i also remember crying with relief as we tore up our papers to shreds and threw them in the air, i remember su passing the box of watsons' tissue and collecting all our used tissues and the paper shreds and stuffing them in the box. i remember laughing as i hugged the girls, eyes bothcy and red from crying like a waterfall. i remember su, amanda, vic, sam b, nut, erica and i going to the area behind st gabs block and looking for a place to hide our special tissue box full of the symbolic memories. we wanted to dig a hole and bury the box at first but ended up hiding the blue box under a tree. haha. and i remember going up to class laughing at what we did. really beautiful memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we heard that esti had gotten audish to announce to the class her big secret. i kind of wish we were all there went she announced it. but its ok because i knew about it all along. its really very sad. i dont think anyone else in our school has esti's impeccable taste for shokutbusu shampoo and soap, smells as great as she does, and has bouncy hair like master haku's.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss esti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day tomorrow as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. im tearing- again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113042259437074189?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113042259437074189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113042259437074189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113042259437074189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113042259437074189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/retreat-today-was-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113033797067163899</id><published>2005-10-26T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:46:11.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im seriously losing it man.&lt;br /&gt;now everywhere i go, i see retro polka dots. on bags, clothes, bras, shoes...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to our theme for this years' netball carnival, RETRO.&lt;br /&gt;coming from a class that doesnt really boast a solid team of dancers and the lot, it was really surprisingly nice that we won 1st for our march pass and theme. Hahaha. And 3rd for overall. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cheer was...not so bad lah. Our 'Elvis' managed to get the crowd excited (Steff was so so cute!!!) and i managed to enjoy myself throughout the performance, even though i bet i looked real koyak out there. Had a ball of time out there. I didnt think that i would have enjoyed it so much. Could hear some of the sec 1 minions and Farah and company cheering for us, so it was a good morale booster. I actually laughed while dancing, in a happy heck-i-dont-care-if-i-look-fugly-dancing kind of way. Our costumes were really...different from the rest of the classes, really outstanding in a retro, colourful, gawdy, polka dotted type of way. My tube/halter neck was so yucky.  It was like a major fat displaying exhibition lah, like proclaiming my fats to the world. (Luckily all of us remembered to shave) - so no stray armpit hairs (hmmmm. starts thinking of a particular subject teacher with dense undergrowth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the cheerleading aspect of the competition- which comprises of the more goofy blunders and comical situations, our netballers showed a totally different side- more intense, gruelling and emotional. It wasnt just about playing the game, but they facing personal barriers as well. For me, i just thought that it was very saddening and heart wrenching to see some of our players' confidence and morale crumble game after game. And when some of them started crying, the atmosphere became so bloody tense that at one point, i think all of us must have felt the negative energy. But even though we didnt have it as good as last year(which was practically a winning streak), despite all the screw ups and loses, i just wanna thank our netball players for trying and for wanting to win so much so that losing means getting involved in real emotional drama and tears. Personally i think this adds a rather 3 dimensional view to our participation in this competition. Its not just about the way we look as cheerleaders, not just about the clowning around in march pass, not just a physical suface on the outside, but also deep emotional stuff in the inside that involves feelings, high expectations of winning and wanting to give the best for our class in our last few moments together.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you guys, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Rach, Natty, SamB, Su, Erica and Tsi Yin for lunch after the carnival. It was fun. There were some really funny moments...Here's a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nut buying cookie from subway&lt;br /&gt;nut: eh dont cheat me, i want that big cookie&lt;br /&gt;subway guy: yeh, but that one is flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my conversation with rach on colours&lt;br /&gt;me: rach, your nose is green ah&lt;br /&gt;rach: (starts panicking) are you colour blind?! what colour is that thing over there???&lt;br /&gt;me: what thing?&lt;br /&gt;rach: that green thing&lt;br /&gt;me: (stares blankly at rach) you just told me the colour&lt;br /&gt;rach: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sam and her conversation with the directory in takashimaya&lt;br /&gt;sam:(talking to herself/the directory) ok lets see, where are we?&lt;br /&gt;sam looks up and points at the directory which says in bold "you are HERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nat and her solo, lonely, "catwalk" at the traffic light when the rest of us speeded up ahead and left her behind. *starts singing "lost my partner, what shall i do..."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many more funny moments, most of which i cant remember at the moment, but it was good sitting down with them and actually talk, particularly about class life. Im sitting here plopped in front of the computer, and im thinking that im really going to miss them. Even though i was distracted during the conversation making my balls, i mean, mini paper balls, it hit me that these are the last few moments we are going to spend together as classmates. oh goodness. im tearing. *shoots off to get tissue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retreat tomorrow. everyone's reminding each other to bring tissue. yes i better bring lah. last year i was practically a leaking tap when all of us started getting emotional and broke down. excellent, i cant wait. we need a good strong climax to end our school year, a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;good nice happy ending to 2/1' 05.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113033797067163899?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113033797067163899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113033797067163899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113033797067163899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113033797067163899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-seriously-losing-it-man.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-113015836753270382</id><published>2005-10-24T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T05:52:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cheer practice today was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually danced, as in danced like a mad rhino and enjoyed making a fool out of myself!&lt;br /&gt;they played some really retro songs like Do That Thing You Do and We Go Together and i pretty much lost my marbles when i started to join sam and danced like really really crazy dancing in front of everyone. haha. it was crazy. sam said she could consider being a bar top dancer. i reminded laura to never let me go clubbing, or else i'll scare all the guys away. (urgh, bad) Anyway sam was acting her usual self, touchy touchy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess im enjoying the whole cheering thing better now, not that im actually dancing better or anything but i cant deny that im having fun.(haha you guys, i bet you're getting a total kick out of watching me prancing about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird thing happened at practice, after most of the girls left, the rest of us took tsi yin's measuring tape and started measuring each other's bust size! haha. SO totally loony right! Val suddenly grabbed the measuring tape and winding it around my chest and started squinting at the measurements. SO crazy, i tell you. Everyone started comparing their bra size and Val suddenly revealed to us that she's actually the Wonder-Bra expert and started telling us about  bras. Pretty insane lah. It turned out that i actually forgot my bra size and they were all looking at my chest trying to guess which size i was. Then tsi yin looked down at her own chest and i remembered teasing about her being as flat as a runway last year.. haha. Then nut got her's measured and Val the bra expert read her measurement wrongly so nut was like 'eee. why suddenly so big one?!' and amanda was gushing at how 'eh i didnt realise im that size' sort of thing. it was really funny. and all these time, sam was trying out the whole look-at-me-sarah-im-suducing-you nonsense crap. seriously, we come up with the looniest bovine scatology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our march pass is pretty darn cool. And the song We Go Together from grease is stuck in my head. I dont know most of the lyrics so im really driving my brother nuts singing out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;His problem lah he cant appreciate my talents. hahaha *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i absolutely freaked out when i saw the pieces of polka dotted fabric that we have to wear as tube tops! My mom will FREAK OUT im telling you if she sees them. Uh. Im not really in favour of tubes(imagine all the fat we'll be displaying to the world), but i have to commend tsi yin, laura and chrys in organising everything for us. Thanks guys. But polka dotted tube tops?! Awh man. This is going to take a lot of nerve out of me. i mean ALOT. talk about retro man, we are so going to look like lost idiots. sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-113015836753270382?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/113015836753270382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=113015836753270382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113015836753270382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/113015836753270382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheer-practice-today-was-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112998433551921398</id><published>2005-10-22T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T05:32:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i have absolutely no idea what on earth im doing in CHEER!!!!!!!!!!! *frustrated snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, because amanda de souza our darling class chair had to practically beg me to join in order to satisfy the minimum requirement of 15 and to which i so unwillingly agreed to in the name of class spirit. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im struggling with even the most simplest steps because of my total lack of coordination and movement. jeanette said that we looked like 'stuffed turkeys' because of the hideous scarves kathleen made us wear. I felt more like an unfortunately &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;drunk hippo&lt;/span&gt; prancing around and missing all the moves- both deliberately and unintentionally. Obviously the most appaling dancer in the team, i think im only going to screw us up more with all my boo boos but they wont let me quit. humph. and im not going to, as much as i desperately want to, for the sake of (yes, i'll say this again) &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;class spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as i want to dig a hole in the ground and stay there forever or hide in the dense jungles of manchuria in a mudhut, i cant, for the sake of class spirit.&lt;br /&gt;So, for the sake of class spirit, i'll have to endure and try my best, have fun looking embarrassing myself like a total clown and put up with samantha neubroner as my dancing partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, samantha neubroner. I've never felt so &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;violated&lt;/span&gt; in my life before. Sam's crazy. She touches me everywhere! It sounds seriously gross but that woman really cant seem to control her primal appetites. Yesterday during practice, she jumped on me, pushed me to the floor, got on top and sat on me in the name of 'sexual harrasment' in front of everyone. Sure i was laughing whilst screaming my heart out but im not going to say i actually enjoyed it! And i have to dance with her! What, with her touching me every other time and giving so called 'sexy/seductive-lingering- stare-but-actually-frighfully-alarming' stare, i cannot tahan lah. Haha. Oh sam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry guys if im being such an ass wipe about this. I'll try okay. -moans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also hopelessly in love with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mr esti the frog&lt;/span&gt;, which actually belongs to yiping(who christened the frog after esti) but she lent the keychain to me for the weekend. I've never felt so attached to a soft toy frog before. Its such a refreshing change as compared to having the hots for a guy whom you cant even have. Mr esti is so so cute!!!  SO much better than some loser guy i keep on gushing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ich liebe mr esti the frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112998433551921398?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112998433551921398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112998433551921398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112998433551921398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112998433551921398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-absolutely-no-idea-what-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112964521183286706</id><published>2005-10-18T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:20:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty.....different day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to esplanade library with yiping to read about theatre. Yiping says its my "homework for the internship". Half the time i was tagging along with a blank look on my face as i followed her around and she thrusted books at me. She's really trying to psycho me about the internship. Thanks yiping, really. It was really some special quality bonding time between us. Its not everyday you meet up with an ex tai-tai and talk about random stuff...like esti's fascination with small squishy soft toys(mr froggy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.....&lt;br /&gt;i                                          squirted                  nasi          ayam       chilli                  sauce                 into                   my            eyes                      during                                   dinner.........and i almost said the f word out loud in front of my parents. luckily i didnt. i said "fish-cakes" instead.&lt;br /&gt;though i wasnt eating fishcake, i was eating chicken rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112964521183286706?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112964521183286706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112964521183286706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112964521183286706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112964521183286706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112947418280763219</id><published>2005-10-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T07:49:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the family gathering today was...nice. the food was great. yummy. damn shiok lah. it's been quite a long time since we last had a whole family gathering so it was good seeing everyone again. there are about 14 grandkids on my paternal side(im number 4) and everytime the whole family come together, comments will be made by our parents about the kids and this and that, you know how it is when adults talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, comments were made about my cousin, who's the same age as me, tall but as thin as a pole.I mean it. He looks like a stick insect and is possibly even skinnier than mateusz benedict(yeah that hot mudblood rugger from ri). Which is pretty incredible since matt's pretty skinny. I mean, very skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my seventeen year old cousin. He's okay and all, my feelings towards him have been pretty neutral(yeah, you know, like an indicator) until it hit me how hot he's become. Actually he's quite hot already lah, i noticed that during the last hari raya but it totally slipped my mind so when i first saw him today, i guess you could say my jaw dropped. He's cute lah. Ok fine, maybe hot. And so i tried not to stare too hard but it was difficult not to. There i was chewing on my nasi briani but my mind went blank man.. the only words which existed in my vocabulary at that instant were "wow", "hot", "cute"" and "alamak".. Because it hit me that one wasnt supposed to feel this way towards cousins. Its weird and its just not right. Its almost as wrong as having the hots for your ex father-in-law's smell in your class family tree. So i tried to concentrate and focused on eating my food while avoiding his gaze. HAHA. This is so so so wrong. Its not a crush lah. But i still think he's hot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I have one skinny pole and one hot dude as my cousins. Just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112947418280763219?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112947418280763219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112947418280763219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112947418280763219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112947418280763219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/family-gathering-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112938153631463556</id><published>2005-10-15T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:38:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everybodyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;exams are over. heh. like finally man. i screwed some papers. screw them fishcakes.&lt;br /&gt;i had meatball soup mee for dinner. im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;have alot of catching up to do with random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with mir yesterday and we saw 3 malay girls from our school at burger king. The girls were scary- 2 sec 1s and 1 sec 3- they were staring at me with the i-know-you kind of death glares and were giving off unfriendly vibes. scary lah. they had the bloody pai-kiah minah gangster sort of look. i cant believe im scared of sec ones. haha, im pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao qing called and played some songs for me on her guitar. reminded me of the she-man, our "darling" guitar instructer. except that xiao qing wasnt playing skip to my lou for me, thank god. shit lah. it'll be so bloody romantic if some guy came along and called me up to play songs on his guitar for me. sad thing xiao qing's not a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach wants to go out but we cant seem to settle on a date, sorry dear. something's up is it? i have a feeling its not gonna be good news. I cant wait for 12 dec!!!!! that's gonna be some serious sisterly bonding im telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiping and i need to formulate a brilliant plan to get esti to come as my escort for the fairfield play. except that esti's being a heartbreaker and rejecting me, as usual. yiping, i cant wait for the internship!!!!!! hahahaha we're gonna be paid and i want to meet g's cat! meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a family gathering tomorrow at my grandparent's place. excellent, i miss my cousins. except that i have a pimple the size of new york on my left cheek and its not very flattering. nevertheless, i really want to catch up with them loonies. Plus, the food they're gonna prepare for break fast will be the most shiok mouth watering dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went blog hopping. i realised some guys(quite a number of them) are pretty love lorn romantics. i got this from some guys' blog(this dude happens to be from sji by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"i wish i could close my eyes forever. i wish i could be with her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so sweet right. my heart melted. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awh man... this chapter of our lives is gonna end so soon. im looking forward for change. yet i dread it. hey everyone, sorry for everything or whatever stuff i did that may have hurt or insulted you...especially when i get too damn blur or boy crazy, i know it gets on your nerves. i dont want us to separate with any hard feelings. I think it must be the whole deal about the fasting month lah. Coz on hari raya we muslims have to ask for forgiveness and all that. I must be getting into the whole mood pretty fast already ah. im going to miss our class. bittersweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i think...im gonna get pretty emotional on the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, i love ij.&lt;br /&gt;and i love to makan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112938153631463556?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112938153631463556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112938153631463556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112938153631463556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112938153631463556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/hi-everybodyyyyyyyy-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112902519141090499</id><published>2005-10-11T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T03:06:31.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a quick one coz i need to zoom off to study....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ESTI FOR THE SHOKUBUTSU SOAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was one hell of an early birthday present and it still doesnt really smell like you. pity. but thanks anyway, it made my day!&lt;br /&gt;-(which turned out to be very pathetic and fish-cakey stressful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto ladies, two more sodding days until the end of our sodding exams!!! rahhhh. i can't wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now...*stares blankly at science textbook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye you all. i have to go study. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112902519141090499?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112902519141090499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112902519141090499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112902519141090499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112902519141090499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-quick-one-coz-i-need-to-zoom-off.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112878523674374820</id><published>2005-10-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T08:27:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/1600/warholsmall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1110/320/warholsmall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like boring things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder. Just look at him. *Sarah dissolves into giggles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great man he is. No, honestly, he's bloody brilliant- just go look at our art history notes and you'll know why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Except that maybe... he's not so photogenic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semangat seh&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/12871704-112878523674374820?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112878523674374820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112878523674374820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112878523674374820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112878523674374820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like-boring-things-andy-warhol-no.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112866804374775045</id><published>2005-10-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:56:05.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness im soooooooooo HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya, so im always hungry but im friggin fasting lah- for you morons out there who dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im counting down till i can break fast. Thats in about approximately 4 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my ex french teacher today. I miss moelc. I miss taking french, I wish i didnt quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very extremely tres hungry.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok woman, breathe, think of all the weight you'll be losing. Now go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life is sadly pathetic and filled with constant hunger pangs and stoning sessions.&lt;br /&gt; Im such a sad soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On a lighter note though.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy mugging people! Go mug your brains away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112866804374775045?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112866804374775045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112866804374775045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112866804374775045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112866804374775045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-goodness-im-soooooooooo-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112843681245492243</id><published>2005-10-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:40:12.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Mus rocks the socks in my undies drawer!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(even my holey-moley school socks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112843681245492243?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112843681245492243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112843681245492243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112843681245492243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112843681245492243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr-mus-rocks-socks-in-my-undies-drawer.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112826310719249589</id><published>2005-10-02T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T07:28:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please lah i have so much better taste than that. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying. but im so not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bloody frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. stupid sentiments that are frightfully despicable, phony, fake, beyond believe, frivolous, lamebrained and just plain flabbergasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i deleted them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. gotta go hit the books. au revoir ma puce!&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-12871704.post-112821536060990091</id><published>2005-10-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:09:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lacking in emotional sagacity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112821536060990091?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112821536060990091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112821536060990091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112821536060990091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112821536060990091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/10/lacking-in-emotional-sagacity.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112791811152674686</id><published>2005-09-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:41:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've never felt this way before towards someone, anyone. It's always because of the appeal coming from physical appearences. Yeah sure, call me "facialistic". But this particular case is rather different. Im trying not to let this whole thing get to my head and affect my studies. And im trying very hard to contain my rojak mixed up emotions. Being at the place where we first went out brought back many memories. AH. I sound so pathetic and loser-fied.&lt;br /&gt;Ass. What a distraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Empty frames, pictures torn apart&lt;br /&gt;No goodnight kisses anymore&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye sweetie&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to go&lt;br /&gt;Remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bitter place&lt;br /&gt;That awaits me&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you there&lt;br /&gt;You've got the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, i didnt say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you, dont you get it? I think i like you, you dense moron.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* - guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto. this has nothing to do with the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting quite sick of school. Yet i dread the moment of separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: My so called infatuation with Esti's scent is purely innocent and platonic. Let me assure you that i am perfectly-clears throat- STRAIGHT. And as much as how yips goes from her hypothesis that "Esti's natural scent mixed with Shokubutsu produces a smell that acts as a natural aphrodisiac on specific people", haha i dont get sexually turned on by Shokubutsu okay. It doesnt ignite some sexual primal appetite crap within me, it just makes me feel very very happy!! Why else do you think i have that huge ridiculous grin on my face whenever she's around?hahaha. I think Esti's getting pissed at me for stalking/sniffing her in class. Sorry Esti. But hey, we'll all be separating into different classes next year right. I better make the most of this while i can. =)&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe you rejected me lah! haha. The love letter was written by Desiree, Denise and Rose Marie by the way. Superb spelling eh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, i just realised that this means we only have like about 3 weeks left together as a whole family. Sigh. So sad! *sniffs, starts tearing- for real*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112791811152674686?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112791811152674686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112791811152674686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112791811152674686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112791811152674686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-never-felt-this-way-before-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112790504739377864</id><published>2005-09-28T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:57:27.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections on the water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I share with you on my blank paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call out our name as if i dont know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I've had you replaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were you real and were you here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is this feeling that i fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up and make things clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screaming aloud wont help &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it makes me feel better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing compares to this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are we still here shouldn't we have moved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still we stay, I cannot be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Me Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scars upon your head pierce through my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I cant love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way that you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why cant you see that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like this we wont last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me we will be just fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go of these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings you feign inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know in just a matter of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im feeling nostalgic. sigh. memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112790504739377864?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112790504739377864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112790504739377864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112790504739377864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112790504739377864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/paper-reflections-on-water-i-share.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112783248028056345</id><published>2005-09-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:48:00.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIR!!!!!! oh my god woman, what happened to you??? =) heh. thats good, finally moving on. ya lah, about time you let go of him. i miss you so so so so so much. *mega watt smile* -wait you're crazy over which guy? haha. oooh. is he hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURUL/DAYAK, bombastic my ass. you obviously have not read laura tan's work. she gets 29/30 for her essays. heh. now thats bombastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASH! haha im not eng "expert" anymore you know. that was so primary school days lah dude. in fact my english kinda koyak when compared to the...erm...more articulate girls. im telling you, their vocab is POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XQ!!! OH MY GOD. this is like to good to be true! haha(sounds familiar?) cool this is so way cool. I bet nash must be beaming lah. haha eh now must invite ej! haha just kidding. oy, im kidding! you have to go okay. puh-lease......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've developed a sudden liking for quando quando quando. weird.&lt;br /&gt;i've always hated that song until about approximately 48 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i've also developed a mere obsession with esti's smell/soap. she smells really nice. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for exams everyone! cheero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112783248028056345?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112783248028056345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112783248028056345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112783248028056345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112783248028056345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/replies-mir-oh-my-god-woman-what.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112774406969397363</id><published>2005-09-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:14:32.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i know im supposed to be studying and mugging my brains away for exams but due to recent..uh..spamming on my tagboard, i'll just post a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i view blogging as a legal form of catharsis, a way to articulate my views, or share my random experiences. I try my best not to antagonize or &lt;em&gt;diss &lt;/em&gt;but sometimes i just do. Hey, there is such a thing as freedom of speech you know, especially so on the internet where your identity can be anonymous and you can use that advantage for spamming or whatever altruistic deeds. BUT that doesnt mean im welcoming spammers with open arms or with a hand out invitation, because im not, and if you have a problem with whatever bovine scatology i post om MY BLOG, then you're better off not knowing what i post up here. If the situation's too hot to handle, then sod off. Haha. self centred whore? Thats a first. Sure people call me "minah kampong" or "that prefect", but whore? Hahaha. Thats seriously, ludicrously amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with that, thanks everyone for your "defensive" tags.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys&lt;br /&gt;Hate spammers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura&lt;/strong&gt;: Ditto. Thanks dear. I can always count on you for your chim english statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huda:&lt;/strong&gt; You blind ah? Scroll down and view the wonders of the scrollbar. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurul:&lt;/strong&gt; HI! haha yes yes. Talk about drama. I have a feeling this spammer isnt in sec3. In fact i have a pretty rough idea of who it might be. Yes, tomorrow, the drama continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah J:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey babe, your spelling is koyak. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yips:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey dear! haha thanks for everything... and yes i need all the luck i can get. trust me. haha. i still prefer yips to ping. It's more...i dunno. I've always called you that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ita:&lt;/strong&gt; BABE! Thanks for haha your tag. You're so funny. hahaha. Love ya. And yes thet censor the curses, my dear. &lt;em&gt;Awesome&lt;/em&gt; huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash:&lt;/strong&gt; Or hor! Haha. Go ask for forgiveness for dissing sarah j. (i dont think she would mind anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. thats all for now. back to the books! -&lt;em&gt;oh yay, you can so sense my sarcasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112774406969397363?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112774406969397363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112774406969397363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112774406969397363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112774406969397363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-i-know-im-supposed-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112749577485090511</id><published>2005-09-23T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:16:27.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kudos to laura and her latest post about our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go read it. you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, preview of the latest episode of the chronicles of our *______ lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;(*Go fill in that blank yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was prepared to forgive you. but then i heard more stuff. and &lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; for trying to keep me in the dark about the internship, if not for a certain someone, i wouldnt have known about it at all. and stop contradicting yourself. your "defence statements" were not even coherent.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, how am i supposed to believe you? im even more disappointed than i was before this crap started. i dont believe this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay class was pretty dramatic today. like what someone said, something like that was bound to happen to her, sooner or later. It just happened to be today, concerning some joke that went wrong. Cause if it happened to me, or Dayak or Huda or Jo, i would have just laughed it off with the rest of the class and dismissed as another one of their lame jokes. And i seriously didnt know what was up until they tried to tell me, unfortunately cikgu happened to be right there, so yeah, oops.&lt;br /&gt;Funny it had to happen a day right after that little snapping thing with sherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so so disappointing. when i asked god to spice up my life, i wasnt really expecting &lt;strong&gt;this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112749577485090511?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112749577485090511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112749577485090511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112749577485090511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112749577485090511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/kudos-to-laura-and-her-latest-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112738892052522411</id><published>2005-09-22T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:35:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>what the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoot. i finally cracked up at Sherry today in malay class. I dont know what came over me. I dont even remember what i said but i snapped. I've had enough of her crap.&lt;br /&gt;You know what Sherry, I never really hated you, i dont think i even went out of my way to  make life hell for you before all this, so i seriously had no idea why you hated me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont care now because i dont even like you, i wont put on some double facade and act like i do. And honestly, you keep on complaining how you dont have any friends in malay class, but it would help if you at least try to make an effort to be more friendly or whatever because dissing us under your breath doesnt help. I pity you. I really do. Because this is PATHETIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for the 2/1 saga that is currently happening; things came to a stalemate due to unforseen circumstances. She didnt come. I wonder what's gonna happen next. I have a feeling it will be really interesting in a bad way. So stay tuned for the episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt alot of people have been hurt in the entire process. Betrayal, backstabbing, bitching.  Its one hell of an emotional drama roller coaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112738892052522411?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112738892052522411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112738892052522411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112738892052522411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112738892052522411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112731056332226608</id><published>2005-09-21T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:49:23.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. i cant believe this is happening. its like we're plunging from one drama to another, consecutively. even sam's mum said we can act out this episode out into a play.&lt;br /&gt;im thinking more along the terms of a soap opera, The Chronicles of Our Bitchy Lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i got backstabbed too okay. and im disappointed. and angry and pissed. but more in a disappointed pissed kind of way... not may-you-rot-in-hell pissed kind of way. we're only human after all. but the thing is, other people are already not so happy and they've made it clearly known that they're not. and i really hope we can sort it out and be a big happy family.&lt;br /&gt;coz i really dont wanna split up and end sec 2 this way. but seriously, it would REALLY HELP if you stop being so...two faced and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's your best friend!!!!how could you?????who does that to their best friends? i mean...come on. she's clearly upset. god. im upset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, i think The Chronicles of Our Bitchy Lifestyle would do really well on the charts. I mean, hey, this is the life. nothing in primary school ever prepared me for this, any of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112731056332226608?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112731056332226608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112731056332226608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112731056332226608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112731056332226608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/man.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112713045044132524</id><published>2005-09-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T04:57:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh my god she is such a double faced &lt;em&gt;toad. what a female dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah sure im fine when she goes about slandering under people as long as i dont have anything to do with it but to go out of her way to try and jeopardise my friendship with someone is just too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont care whether im popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because im not desperate like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont follow people around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and suck up their ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and bitch openly for the whole world to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont k-po about and twist stories into major exaggerations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didnt really have a problem with you until you betrayed me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure, i feel like dissecting your vital organs and leaving them out in the open to let the crows peck at your dead guts. just lend me laura's sashimi knife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, im not that morbid either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just really disappointed in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112713045044132524?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112713045044132524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112713045044132524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112713045044132524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112713045044132524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-my-god-she-is-such-double-faced.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112696991909713205</id><published>2005-09-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:11:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havnt blogged in quite a while....not really in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;yeah its getting dead-er by the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something really weird happened today while i was waiting for rach at somerset.&lt;br /&gt;this 20 something year old guy came up to me and asked me if i was lucy. i stared at him with this blank huh-are-you-crazy look before replying "NO". Apparently this weirdo here thought i was his date that he met online. let me tell you something, i wasnt. and if there was anyone i was supposed to go on a "date" with, that'll be rachel(who ended turning up late). lucy. aiyo of all the names lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. it was weird. its not like this sort of thing happens everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loony old bat. cant he try and pick out someone his own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. does that mean i look old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*panic attack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been normal in a boring-can-sleep-during-art-history way. except that all the teachers are hyping us up about exams. sheesh. whats new.&lt;br /&gt;of course we've got darling mr mustafa, or more affectionately known as mr mus, all set with his strong cologne and corny lame jokes. i think its a guy thing, being lame and dense in nature, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. haha and the cme test on sexual education. steffy's answers were the best! -cooties and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112696991909713205?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112696991909713205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112696991909713205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112696991909713205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112696991909713205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havnt-blogged-in-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112636966396538944</id><published>2005-09-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:08:20.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry guys if i've been a prick lately. im only vaguely aware that i've been mooning around the hols like a sad cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say shit happens- not entirely true. because shit does happen. but not all the time. because sometimes good stuff happens too. real good stuff like going out with your past friends and catching up with them. haha. and thats exactly what i did friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with nash, xq and ej. it was really good seeing them again. really is an understatement. hell, it was Great with a capital G. We watched The Longest Yard, that movie starring Adam Sandler. Its one of those goofball movies that just make you wanna go '"what the hell" but still funny in a "what the hell" way. It was nash's idea. No doubt he was enjoying it. He was laughing like a girl the whole time (erm. not meaning to offend your masculinity or anything nash). HAHA. The rest of us were enjoying it too. Duh we were. It was all on ej. That atm machine. I was beaming the whole time. I bet xq was too in her heart(coz ej paid for it). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the show we went to coffee bean at taka and we sat down and talked like old people.. We were really catching up with each other, reminiscing about primary school, our "champion" class, teachers, classmates and guessing where we'll be ten years down the road. That one was funny. Xq and her netball plans, nash and his dunno vet/music dude/athelete dreams and ej with his football/golf with dunno which girl. and to think they were all trying to give me advise on guys. Good effort guys...erm.i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash pointed out ( to my horror) that we've known each other for practically half out lives now. Which is pretty scary cause that means i've known Nash since we were 7. Man thats scary. Time flies. And i've literally seen him grown from innocent boy to horny FBI.( he was wearing a shirt that had "Female Body Inspector: Hawaii" in bold. FBI) Gosh. I could just see him staring with such concentration as he checked out random girls. i half expected lasers to blast from his eyes and frazzle their clothes off. Lol. Crap, nash that's like half our lives!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ej. Haha. Still the smooth talker that he is. Quite surprising since i was not close to him at all. Minus the fact that we all know he changes his girls like underwear. Haha. He's way smooth. not so smooth in the singing part. haha. spoilt radio. The great truth reveals itself that Nash actually had more- and older. Whoot. And the guys were telling us about all their secret nonsense in primary school- like their failed attepmt at cheating during psle. lol. haha. and here i am laughing at poor sean who cldnt join us. this darling here thought town was causeway point. haha hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was xq. She was so so so anti-social in a heck-dude-i-dont-care kind of way that....yeah im awed she got away with. haha. i guess we all took a bit of warming up to. She finally warmed up in coffee bean when she started giving me this crap advice of bumping into a guy to get his number. lol. my arse. (quotes xq: too good to be true. like me) but anti social babe or not, i love her all the same, even with the crap advise that she gives me. haha. i know i can so count her on that one. duh. how can i not love her when she was playing songs on her guitar for me over the phone. awh. even when she was saying the whole time how much she loved her own legs and all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. coz the fact is, despite the minor cock ups, i love them all the same. And the fact that the guys were decent enough to insist on waiting for xq's bus and walking me home.....haha.thats really sweet. thank god my mom didnt grill me even though we came back at i dunno what time. im glad we took time out for each other. ok nash, thats your cue, go organise one after exams. After all, your the boss, you FBI you.........*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. that makes the four of us who are obsessed with this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit. i'll miss you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112636966396538944?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112636966396538944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112636966396538944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112636966396538944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112636966396538944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-guys-if-ive-been-prick-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112616210644596191</id><published>2005-09-07T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:52:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty Little Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let me know that I've done wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I've known this all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I go around a time or two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we live such fragile lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's the best way we survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The way she feels inside (inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now I try to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s eating me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trace this life out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Just another regret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who has to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. i think i nearly drove chrys crazy today with me off key singing of this song. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i did it for 2 reasons. the first simply because the song has decided to firmly implant itself in my brain cells and it was playing in my head the whole time during lit rehearsal. the second reason was basically just to annoy chrys with my off tune singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. its so so so stuck in my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;hey its ok. i wasnt so into you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112616210644596191?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112616210644596191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112616210644596191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112616210644596191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112616210644596191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/dirty-little-secret-let-me-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112600014762934011</id><published>2005-09-06T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:49:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha. one day when we're old and gray, we'll sit down and laugh about this whole crapped up chapter of our lives. i can just feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. ok thats it. im going bonkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112590791643568158</id><published>2005-09-05T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:11:56.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we need to sit down and talk this through yes?&lt;br /&gt;coz i want to make up.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112590791643568158?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112590791643568158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112590791643568158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112590791643568158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112590791643568158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-need-to-sit-down-and-talk-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112576018479470541</id><published>2005-09-03T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:09:44.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a pretty sad world out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao qing says she's gonna die when she slips on a banana peel and trips and falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sad way to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ben ow says he's suffering from depression from studying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, i dont know what im going after and im LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to dig a hole in timbuktu and stay there forever- in a mud hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We come into this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we are all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in that moment there's no one to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we're living in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can stay perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's no hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what we're told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we can't go back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It won't be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the things we've say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh god. i miss you guys so so much.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112576018479470541?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112576018479470541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112576018479470541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112576018479470541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112576018479470541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-pretty-sad-world-out-here.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112550042227575840</id><published>2005-08-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:21:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE. im happily reminiscing on the old days in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ok so fine, today's teachers day celebration was a bit...not so shiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to primary school memories. went back to primary school with michelle and xiao qing and when we got there...whoot! the whole place was crawling with ex-students. ALot of people have changed, its really amazing. Of course it was great seeing the teachers again but i think the highlight of the daywas being in the school compound itself with ex schoolmates that i've known ever since primary one. Its funny how much people can change over 2 years ever since we left the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a mere example, i find myself staring up into this tall cute guy's face, with him looking at me expectingly as if waiting for me to acknowledge him, when all i can do is stare meekly at him with a blank look on my face. After about 2.7 seconds of wondering who this dude was, the great truth revels itself that he actually happens to be the great justin-Justin, more affectionately known as The Saliva King,  infamous jet flying spit when he speaks and drools when he sleeps.  The greatest part was he actually looks good now. As in &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And also kudos to Piradeep who lost his, uh, extra gabbage. He looks good too. And fit.&lt;br /&gt;And of course darling Xiao Qing who seems to be towering over me. sob. &lt;em&gt;oh alpha and omega, why am i so short? &lt;/em&gt;And my two best friends, Mir and Nash who seem to be getting hotter and hotter everytime i see them. &lt;em&gt;No fair. &lt;/em&gt;Ad dear Michelle and Sharon, who still havnt changed. Ej, the cute buaya who changes girls like underwear. And mental Fauzi who's turned into quite of a mat &lt;em&gt;with brains. (emphasis on the word 'mat').&lt;/em&gt; Of course all the other people whose names i cant remember or faces i cant recall....&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome seeing these people again. It really rekindled all those memories we had. Primary school was one hell of a roller coaster ride. And going out with them, catching up and reminiscing the days...sigh. I made me realise how much i've missed them all.&lt;br /&gt;Sure they were corny and lame. AND horny.But thats the way most of them idiots are anyway, and thats probably what makes them...them. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so much. its crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112550042227575840?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112550042227575840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112550042227575840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112550042227575840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112550042227575840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/whee_31.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112540716084612307</id><published>2005-08-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T06:06:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fishcakes. this is &lt;em&gt;not good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we did surprisingly well for the malay competition at acs(b) just now. the sec ones and sec twos won first in the level category for the cluster. ij girls can be really rowdy at times like this. we were noisier than the guys. it was really quite fun...haha. i cant wait for camp next year. no, i cant wait for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheesh. this is getting a bit irritating.&lt;/em&gt; gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quotes laura) oh fire hydrant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112540716084612307?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112540716084612307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112540716084612307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112540716084612307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112540716084612307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-fishcakes.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112523243042153870</id><published>2005-08-28T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:04:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so sad. i've been cooped up at home doing homework all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers day celebrations on wed. i hope i'll be going back to primary school- the way ex-students always do annually. I wonder if these people actually go back to see their teachers or to see their friends or take it as a show off session to exhibite their new tan or latest earhole/ nosehole/ belly button hole. (though the last one is highly unlikely...but you never know the nuts out there...) then there will be that reunion that everyone looks forward to, where past classmates and teachers sit together and reminisce about old memories and events. Ex students will thode the hallways, screams of acknowledgement exchanged as the girls seek each other out from the crowd, and guys putting on their best act of machismo. haha. it'll be great to see the rest again. It's been a loooooooooonnnnnnnggggggggg time and we could really use a reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of them have changed- physically and mentally. hahaha. no doubt some of them are hotter. and taller. haha. its so unfair. why must i be so vertically challenged? god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. mum says its not good to say god.&lt;br /&gt;so i checked out thesaurus.com and here's what it listed:&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: god&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech: noun&lt;br /&gt;Definition: spirit&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;absolute being, all knowing, all powerful, almighty, creator, daemon, deity, demigod, demon, divine being, divinity, father, holiness, holy spirit, idol, infinite spirit, Jehovah, lord, maker, man upstairs, numen, omnipotent, power, prime mover, providence, soul, spirit, totem, tutelary, world spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tutelary, why am i so short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh prime mover. summary writing is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;help me o muse, help me think of something to write.&lt;br /&gt;im waiting muse.&lt;br /&gt;(30 seconds later) aiyah. i think my muse is attending someone else's calls now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. mum popped the question today. about ben. (yeah i've been trying to be as discreet as possible about him to my family though basically the whole world knows about him. the whole world meaning most of the class and blah de blah)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we were having lunch and she just asked out of the blue.ok so pretend this is a play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene: lunch&lt;br /&gt;characters: the whole family; me, danial, hanis, russel, mom, dad.&lt;br /&gt;mom is feeding hanis whilst trying to yank out the tissue out of russels mouth, danial is bored out of his pants and is playing with his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: so, wat about this st pats guy?&lt;br /&gt;sarah(chokes of food): huh? *acts blur*&lt;br /&gt;mom:(gives me that look)&lt;br /&gt;sarah:heh...&lt;br /&gt;danial:(starts to look very interested)&lt;br /&gt;sarah:he's ok. busy....mumble mumble....o prelims....mumble mumble&lt;br /&gt;russel: gah gah goo goo (baby talk)&lt;br /&gt;sarah;:(starts fiddling with food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. what the hell. i hate it when one of the tries to eaves drop on our conversations when he calls. its like, my dad will purposely come into the room under the pretext of reading the newspaper, when i can see him trying to crane his neck and eavesdrop. grrrr. oh holiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112523243042153870?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112523243042153870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112523243042153870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112523243042153870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112523243042153870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112516035645045658</id><published>2005-08-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:32:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found out that laura's my grand daughter in the family tree. woohoo. what does that tell you about me? Plus the fact that my son keeps on proposing to me and that i hardly knew that i had a daughter- who happens to be tsi yin, im a pretty screwed up character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prelude to the singapore biennale today was as exciting as our darling form teacher's lessons. we were the only secondary school students there in the middle of this rojak group of adults, lassale or nafa students, artists, blah blah blah- you get the point. so you really didnt miss anything laura. not to worry there. Su anne was so bored, she entertained herself by drawing a rather hedious distorted looking cartoon on my thigh with speech bubbles that said: I love sarah- from johnny lim boon keong. *looks at su anne as if she's crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cip was a killer. argh. i shall not go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something in my life that im missing. i dunno what it is. but its frustrating. I want something that i cant have. Actually there are alot of things i cant have. Like having straight hair or longer legs or better grades. Then there are the deeper stuff. Mental stuff in the brain that i want. Stuff so crazy, you'll think im mental if i blogged it all down.&lt;br /&gt;I also want inner peace- to be thankful of what i have and what god has given me, and to accept life as it comes. Mom always says that when you achieve success, one should be modest and thankful abt it. And when you face failures, go through them knowing that you'll emerge a stronger person. What the hell am i rambling about anyway????you must think im mental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. my social life is so sad, you wont believe it. its just bloody plain sad. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys can be so so so dense. yeah like a forest- or a mangrove swamp. i sometimes wonder, how can one be so thick and stupid??? or dumb and blur. yeah well....i've come to realise that alot of guys are like that. some are really nice and sensitive...others are just plain morons lah. then there are those who make people like me really really so bloody confused. and then there are also those who just cant seem to see that we, complicated female creatures of the universe, actually have feelings for them idiots.  and then there are also guys who are just the largest most idiotic moronic dodo bird beef brained stupid kang kong jerks who dump girls through silent break up. thats just so so insensitive. and then how can we miss out guys like darling er pei who just make you wanna wish him a blissful life with many genital warts. then there guys who like your best friend when all these while, you've been secretly harbouring a major giant crush on him. then there are guys who are bloody hot and know it and flirt like hell with anyone and everyone. and there are also guys who never make a move.  I dunno why but after so many years....they just never make the move.&lt;br /&gt;so dense= like tropical forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112516035645045658?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112516035645045658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112516035645045658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112516035645045658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112516035645045658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-found-out-that-lauras-my-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112488397263690579</id><published>2005-08-24T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T04:46:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING YIPS. Hope you liked our little present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Erica's Whizz Peformance yesterday. You guys heard the story about Rach leaving the tickets at Burger King right? sigh...haha. Erica was brilliant. And the kids were cute. Note: fluffy bunny cute. Not hot hunky cute. snorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blisters at the back of my feet have proceded from the size of a 20 cent coin to the size of a 1 dollar coin. Thats why i was walking around barefoot in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came home today and told mom about the bad news for science results. my mom was like, ''you're such a right brainer!" gah. This is so sad. Its deplorable. I finally realise that i can actually do Lit but there's a 96.7% chance that i might not be able to get into the combination of my choice. *starts sniffing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class....a bit screwed ah?  there seems to be alot of in-class drama going on. I guess people are very stressed out and that may call for the major emotional crisis thats going on. Its pretty apparent since even I noticed it and im probably the most oblivious person to these sort of stuff.Actually, alot of us are talking about it lah thats why it hit me. Im not just talking about a recent occurance but overall in general.  Come on guys, this is very fished up. I hope we can all patch up and really truly get back to being a big happy family before we separate next year.&lt;br /&gt;And i know for sure im going to be separated from you lot. &lt;br /&gt;This is so sad. *shoots off to get tissue*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112488397263690579?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112488397263690579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112488397263690579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112488397263690579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112488397263690579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-darling-yips.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112446680105139419</id><published>2005-08-19T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T08:53:21.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CEREBRALLY UNWILLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.ca's over.*wipes sweat*&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry guys if i've been walking around like a monosyllabic ass for the past few days. Im still feeling a bit wonky from the conjuctivitis and the result is me looking like frankenstein from the livng dead.&lt;br /&gt;moral education today was &lt;em&gt;interesting. &lt;/em&gt;i never knew our girls were that horny. and steffy's group and their reasons of how to reject a guy were so classic man. "I don't shave".HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we've got an aep blog now!!!!!like finally lah.Online ramblings about sodding prep work, art history and our darling Mr Tan *lapses into full chorus of 'Im not a corn;im a corny horny corn song'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI QIWEN! You read my blog ah. I had no idea. Haha. Here's me saying hi to my cute fluffy chubby dropzonean rafflesian friend. HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im such a blind toot lah. There's actually a cute ri guy who lives in my neighbourhood. Got that Chrys??? And to think we never noticed. Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont be so CEREBRALLY UNWILLING can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112446680105139419?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112446680105139419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112446680105139419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112446680105139419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112446680105139419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/cerebrally-unwilling.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112427448209799895</id><published>2005-08-17T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T03:47:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont give me that &lt;strong&gt;BOVINE SCATOLOGY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. headed back to school today...lovely to see the girls again...sci was. urgh. lets just say i can start digging my own grave. went for lunch with rach today, and the group of minahs(think: very typical malay girls) who were sitting in the booth next to us, were so full of bovine scatology, it was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;So rach and i were enjoying our meal, talking about guys and blabbing freely without a care in the world. But then my hearing senses start to pick up on the minahs' conversation who were apparantly dissing me very openly in malay. ahaha. yes. and apparently they were crititsising me, that i was a malay girl in a convent school trying to act superior and all non-malay by talking in english with a slang. &lt;em&gt;what the fishing hell was that?! &lt;/em&gt;incredible right, that they pick this straight off from me after observing me for approximately 180.58 seconds? so okay i was pissed and rach was trying to tell me to heck care about them but...argh. its precisely because of these sort of irritating people that i cant stand minahs and mats. aha. so much so that rach and i decided to change seats so as to allow for more private conversation. this earned us, me especially, alot of minah stares from them stupid nutheads. and they were bitching about me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, aha, i do not speak with an accent. you girls even say i sound &lt;em&gt;melayu&lt;/em&gt; at times. Secondly, whats wrong with a malay girl talking in english? I mean, hello...how &lt;em&gt;engkau ni bodoh ke ape? Everybody speaks english lah puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;. And so what if im malay and in a convent school? Im bloody proud of it. At least im not in some neighbourhood school with some loser name that people constantly mispronounce and a uniform the colour of shit. AND me acting superior?! what the hell does having a conversation about guys have anything to do with acting superior??? Sheesh. laura...can lend me your sashimi knife?make sure they're all sharp and nice and shiny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls...are so so bloody stupid and immature and narrow-minded and...*starts hurling all the insults i can think of* Its really a sad attitude for them to have. To look down on other people they dont even know. And its not gonna get them anywhere if they are gonna be so negative about this sort of dumb petty things. The truth is, i never ever want to be like them- all minah-fied and ridiculously melayu.they are so not obviously exposed to the different people out there in this world lah who talk in way more accent than i do, if i actually had an accent lah according to them. which i dont. so there. fish off, you sodding melayu bitches.&lt;br /&gt;So full of bovine scatology, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;rachel lim- "and god said, let there be walnuts"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;gillian toh hui ling- " you're the walnut of my eye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;talkabout nutty. i have had enough of walnuts and minahs for the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bovine scatology means bullshit by the way. thanks gil for expanding my vocabulary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112427448209799895?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112427448209799895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112427448209799895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112427448209799895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112427448209799895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-give-me-that-bovine-scatology.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112419276653196220</id><published>2005-08-16T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:01:13.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alas. im coming back to school tomorrow.wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;staying at home on mc can be one of the most loneliest things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;right. so i missed the geog and maths paper. seriously gotta catch up with the rest and buck up. my studies havnt been in a very good state ever since the june hols. maybe even since i've met a certain particular someone coz im the sort of person who gets distracted very easily when it comes to this kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't mind me, here's me unloading my mixed up random rojak of emotions&lt;br /&gt;(its what happens if you've been cooped up at home the whole day with nothing else better to do but study. aiyo. i digress...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. it finally hits me that i like him.haha.yeah 60%.(thats a b4 grade so dont complain) and for about the period of a day, i allowed myself to be whisked away by the dreamy prospect of him actually having an interest in me. But now im thinking: whats so dreamy about this? ok so i guess i enjoyed the attention while it lasted but then again, isnt it all happening way too fast? its incredible too the way i get pissed at him so easily at the most random reasons. like talking about another girl or going on and on about a hot female teacher(but then again, i am sick and pms-ing). also at the same time, tormenting me with insane thoughts of jealously. which is just weird coz the most outstanding thing about this guy is that he isnt that outstanding at all and there's really nothing to get jealous about. and yeah well, maybe he could get along very well with darling mr soon considering that(surprise, surprise) his jokes are unbelievably lame. ok i admit, i may have been attracted*winces at this thought* to this certain quality of his. and yes, he is a very nice guy. but now that i think about it, maybe i was just in a desperate need of a good laugh, or maybe i was just lonely or maybe, yes, maybe i was just bloody desperate for a guy(aha. the way i always am). and good lord, maybe he just happened to be at the right place but at the wrong time.because now, i realise that this isnt right at all. and just like a good friend said, maybe im just infatuated at being the object of infatuation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats me and my ramblings. some of you might actually have a hint of what im talkin about. i wonder if the person will actually read this post. haha. i highly doubt that. seems like he's too bloody busy for me now.*sighs* ok rach, swearing in ceremony soon. im letting go. and sam b, who's got our "So Yesterday/Over/Journey's End" box ah? I think im gonna need it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right. here's a shoutout to Anton and Rach. Anton, for being... a real nice guy to talk to when one is oh so screwed up. And dear Rach, for just...aha.being rach. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also to all you guys in school, cant wait to see you tomorrow. Hugs and kisses!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112419276653196220?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112419276653196220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112419276653196220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112419276653196220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112419276653196220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/alas.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112407279775732942</id><published>2005-08-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:26:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGH. i've got conjunctivitis. or however you spell this ridiculous eye infection of mine. So im here ploppled in front of my computer. Its 10:21 am. You people in school are having recess. Im bumming around at home trying not to drown myself into depression. I wont be able to go to school for the a few days coz of this freakin eye thingy. And that means i'll miss ca. And that inevitably means that for me, major emphasis will be placed on final year exams which i cannot screw up in or else i'll just be majorly...screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob. this is really sad. I look like a freaking red eyed monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you guys loads...*sad forlorn look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i'll be missing ld elections too! drats! argh. yiping, how?HOW?&lt;br /&gt;*even sadder forlorn look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112407279775732942?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112407279775732942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112407279775732942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112407279775732942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112407279775732942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112402046943238861</id><published>2005-08-14T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T04:54:29.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a very sad person*moans*&lt;br /&gt;the zit on my nose is making me look like Rudolph the rednose reindeer. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;and he is ignoring me.thats even sadder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112402046943238861?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112402046943238861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112402046943238861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112402046943238861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112402046943238861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-very-sad-personmoans-zit-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112392161700700173</id><published>2005-08-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:26:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!There's a death zit on the edge of my nose!*starts panicking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff. I've got pimples. I've developed a new crush. I've got crushed pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. and im freaking stressed too........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh.Anton's the only guy who's tagging my blog.AHA.Now what does that tell you?&lt;br /&gt;- basically that im a pathetic sod who doesnt have enough guy friends. My network of guys are really sad. And i have no social life. sniff. And Megan wasnt a very good husband.&lt;br /&gt;im a very sad person. sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112392161700700173?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112392161700700173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112392161700700173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112392161700700173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112392161700700173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahtheres-death-zit-on-edge-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112383944694160045</id><published>2005-08-12T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:54:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's carnival excursion thing was pretty swell. The whole part with the boat and ship thing that totally rocked. Erica and Amanda pretended to be Jack and Rose as they did that famous scene from Titanic. Rach took tons of pics documenting the entire journey. And the rest of us were standing around swaying to the boat. Plus the incredible wind out at sea! Shiok. Then the navy ship. That was damn cool lah.&lt;br /&gt;Also, our "enthusiastic" classmates painted half of their faces with green army paint and ending up looking like aliens or as rach put it, "watermelons". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other schools there as well. Sadly for chrys, the sec 1's from ri came in the afternoon batch and sadly for me, the sec 2's from ri aren't even going. gah. However there were other schools. Alot of schools with ulu names i didnt recognise. And alot of mats and minahs too. *shudder* The mats were acting as if they were so hot- when they actually, they're not. and the minahs were acting pretty much the same way. There was a guy from Catholic High that one of us recognised. She had to call his name a few times before he (unwillingly) turned back, give a quick wave and resume walking with his friends like as if he was too embarrassed to say hi or smth. i couldnt help laughing out loud. he was so cartoonic.Haha. Some guys are just so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i dunno why, but suddenly we started talking about our class family tree in the bus. Its pretty corrupted and sad. What the hell, Angeline wants to marry her grandmother. Yips wants to date her father, Esti and Esti wants to hibernate.HAHA esti.Hmm. And Megan keeps on beating/touching/prodding Yips in a very suspicious way.Hmmm. *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach also went around only armed with her camera, but also her book on dreams as she went about being the dream guru and analysed all our weird dreams. Vic's big, wooden bathtub dream, gil's foetus dream and Amanda's dream about contrast.Our dreams are damn random lah!Haha. Then there was my dream/ nightmare that rach analysed which is pretty alaming yet funny at the same time. Nut's dream was the best- about water. Haha. How random is that? So remember everyone, dream of water and may happiness and prosperity come your way!(just like rach, our dream guru said)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112383944694160045?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112383944694160045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112383944694160045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112383944694160045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112383944694160045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-carnival-excursion-thing-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112367969504856500</id><published>2005-08-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:14:55.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoot.ca's are like so totally round the corner. hi again to you ppl tagging my blog. its amazing. its actually alive!haha. im feeling crazy. im telling you its stress. gah.&lt;br /&gt;i am also facing an emotional crisis where i cant decide whether its a yes or a no. Yes or no to what you might ask.Haha. Yes or no to whether its a yes or a no.haha.ok im being lame!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. somebody help me. coz im falling already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112367969504856500?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112367969504856500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112367969504856500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112367969504856500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112367969504856500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoot.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112338835911063099</id><published>2005-08-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:19:19.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ASEAN DANCE SO TOTALLY ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to go into detail but im just so freaking lazy to type it all out.Haha. So rach and i will tell you guys about in school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to you all tagging my tagboard! Hi to Anton too and not forgetting my darling megan who's gonna kill me when she sees me.Haha.Hopefully not with laura's sashimi knife. Im in a crazy mood now, we were dancing the night away last night. So now, its kinda of like the after effects. Oh and there's the 20 cent sized blisters on my feet from prancing about in my heels.Gah.Love you guys!See you monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112338835911063099?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112338835911063099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112338835911063099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112338835911063099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112338835911063099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/asean-dance-so-totally-rocked-id-love.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112329469041979712</id><published>2005-08-05T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:18:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee...asean dance tonight!!!!!*big huge grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112329469041979712?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112329469041979712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112329469041979712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112329469041979712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112329469041979712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112315871374430725</id><published>2005-08-04T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T05:31:53.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0k. *starts hyperventilating*&lt;br /&gt;i am in major deep shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112315871374430725?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112315871374430725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112315871374430725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112315871374430725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112315871374430725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/0k.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112298251047322617</id><published>2005-08-02T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T04:35:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my. Sam's got her "5 signs you're hitting on a guy" in her blog. Haha. Sam you think of the most random stuff! (eh. you like Amos right? right.) Sigh. haha. SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112298251047322617?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112298251047322617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112298251047322617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112298251047322617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112298251047322617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112298175229040752</id><published>2005-08-02T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T04:22:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. So here i am, being my usual old random self, commenting about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i find his tag on my tagboard. So, Anton Rozario hi there if you're reading this! It never occured to me that you'll actually &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; my nonsense posts and tag about them. So you surprised me there. We seriously need to meet and have a proper introduction and all that nonsense. I was at Joshua Branson's party by the way...I'll bug Megan to see how we can all arrange to meet up one day, some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I sort of had an overdose of our darling english teacher today.Anyone else thinks so? And everyone else's presentation were so bloody good. Sigh. My group totally messed up for ours. SIGH. Was feeling especially sleepy in school today. I fell asleep during some presentations. Hah. Sorry guys. I liked Rach's MixnMatch dating company. Haha. I could really use their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. lunch with ben yesterday was good. haha. he's my atm machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112298175229040752?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112298175229040752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112298175229040752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112298175229040752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112298175229040752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112243782591393478</id><published>2005-07-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:17:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god im so freaking missing school!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so here i am slacking at home, I feel like i kena quarantined.it's really frustrating. the stupid rashes still have not cleared. i still feel like a freaking reptile and i really really miss you guys...sob. i even missed lunch with Ben coz of the darn rash. it's ruining my social life!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be ok by drama night. pray for me that i'll be ok by drama night!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO GO FOR DRAMA NIGHT! yeah. you guys should know why. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard about all the drama that i've been missing in school about that theft thingy. whoa! Freaking scary!!! To think i missed out on all the action...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah heard Sam brought the St pats yearbook to school also. Did you people have fun oogling at the guys?And did Sam find her, uh, ahem hem? Haha. Chrys said they found Anton's picture. Hahahahahahha.*dissolves into giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Im also working on a mission for Megan and her plan to bring Robin(Hood) to Drama Night.Sigh. He's got some nerve, agreeing to sit with a whole bunch of girls during the show.&lt;br /&gt;Rach's brother is coming also i think. Oh. Is Jerald coming?&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Chrystal's sec one ri boy who's also coming to watch...and im sure there'll be like a whole lot of hot guys there too. oooh. So much people to meet... not to mention everyone's hyped up about what they'll be wearing. so i must must must go!!!! argh. i'll be so devastated if i can't go because of my stupid rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, Asean dance is in 10 days time!!!! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..missing you guys loads! Hugs and smoochies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112243782591393478?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112243782591393478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112243782591393478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112243782591393478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112243782591393478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-god-im-so-freaking-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112220366422053305</id><published>2005-07-24T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:14:24.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god oh my god oh my god. for someone who's got a big large eye splat out there for her blogskin, i can be really blind sometimes. i had NO IDEA stuff were happening. I had no idea how things could bloody screw up like that. I just had no idea. And i can't believe he did that. Torn, betrayed, i've lost all my respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i really respected him too. why? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;the last time i was feeling this upset, i was screaming inside the dressing room toilets at kallang theatre at stupid Chee Wei before Ij Hearbeat. I can't really do that now. Im in a freaking hdb flat for gods sake. People will think i've lost my marbles. But then again, im not that angry. It's really just deep hurt. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how dramatic stuff always happen just before the real production day. I guess it's the fact that everyone gets so incredibly worked up and dramatic and dive at each other's throats the moment someone messes up. I guess it's part and parcel of being in Eldds. I guess that's just part and parcel of being dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have these stupid rashes. I hope they'll be gone soon. Sigh. And i was really looking forward to lunch tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112220366422053305?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112220366422053305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112220366422053305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112220366422053305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112220366422053305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112217317805670164</id><published>2005-07-23T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:46:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft. so much homework. this week has been really really sucky. gah. and im down with the flu so im really sniffy AND i've developed some sort of rash. it's so freaking itchy so i keep on scratching and now my whole body's red with the rashes. I feel like a freaking reptile.&lt;br /&gt;Im so so so stressed!!!!!!!!!! *starts pulling out hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking at the cover on the Calamine Lotion bottle. It says: For relief of pruritus(whatever the heck that is) due to insect bites and chicken pox. Mom says its supposed to cure the itch. Yeah right mom(as if)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112217317805670164?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112217317805670164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112217317805670164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112217317805670164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112217317805670164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112160103042411837</id><published>2005-07-17T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T04:50:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. I cant concentrate on my work. I wanna read my harry potter book. But i have work to do. And alternating between reading harry potter and doing the english essay is not working. sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out to sam b: thanks yeah. I had fun and your cousin was really nice. Heh. It helped that he was fairly good-looking too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112160103042411837?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112160103042411837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112160103042411837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112160103042411837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112160103042411837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112126968931349937</id><published>2005-07-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:48:09.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahahaha Mr Soon is so so so LAME!!!! Oh god, first Mr Zookeeper( remember Mr Lim?). And now, a teacher who talks to moths. Wahaha...I totally cracked up during his graph examples thingy. He is so bloody lame, its actually funny. Its a pleasant change to be able to fool around during maths. Haha. I bet Lay Cheng is having the time of her life. *snort*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112126968931349937?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112126968931349937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112126968931349937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112126968931349937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112126968931349937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahahahaha-mr-soon-is-so-so-so-lame-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112109483478187936</id><published>2005-07-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:13:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh.ok things are not exactly smooth sailing for me right now. Sigh. Fringe activity tomorrow at singapore art museum. Sigh. I hope Chung Er Pei really turns up this time. I cant wait to introduce the aep girls to him! (Yes laura, in our bright neon pink class tee and all). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck really sucks when it comes to guys. Apparantly, Matthew and team were training in our rugby field just now.Rahh..and i wasnt even there! Talk about bad timing. Of all the days that they can train, they choose to come to our school on the day that i am not staying back.Wasted, i tell you. Even Erica said he looked hot. Oh sob. I should not have quitted french. Quite ironic though, i cant really recall what he looks like, save the fact that he's tall and has this blob of brownish hair. *dreamy expression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan came to school today armed with 6 letters from..ahem hem. Yup if you know who he is then you'll know...In what i might say is a commendable effort at trying to come across as romantic(and cheesy at the same time) I think its pretty flattering the way that guy writes to her. Megan, you lucky toot! Im glad i divorced you for good. And Debra and i were sitting there wondering what was so great about him that Megan actually blushes when she talks about him. Hahaha, seriously some stuff he wrote was really cheesy. and corny. *sings the corn song: "im not a corn im a corny, horny corn"...*(haha.winks to laura)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112109483478187936?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112109483478187936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112109483478187936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112109483478187936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112109483478187936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/rahh.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112083623729366149</id><published>2005-07-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:23:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today SamB came up to me and said "this is a significant day". Then she dropped the bombshell. God. I wasnt expecting it at all. Ok Sam no matter what happens, we're always here for you no matter what happens. Personally i feel that Mr i-had-to-tell-your-friends-coz-i-was-too-chicken-to-tell-you-myself is such a bloody chicken dodo face moron jerk asshole and Sam does not deserve someone who can't even find the guts to tell her himself. Poor Sam. Rah. Im so pissed at him, and i have not even met him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have a container called the"Over/So Yesterday/Journey's End" where we'll each write down the name of each guy we liked but had gotten over on a piece of cardboard and then cancel the name of the guy to signify "the end". It was a really cute idea. Sam wrote the name of her guy and drew hearts on it by mistake so she decided to cross the hearts.lol. I hope this will last us through till sec 4. It'lll be so cool if we years later, we get together and laugh at the contents of this container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also wrote Sam a "anti-****** comm" pledge so that it would help her get over him. Some of us wrote some really funny stuff.Gil was being absurdly morbid.I liked Amanda's " I don't understand moron language".Haha.So we made Sam read out the pledge as we sat on each others laps.Haha.What a kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Sam: we love you dear. And it takes time but forget about that jerk.You dont deserve him ok. We can always go fishing for cuter, hotter and better guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112083623729366149?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112083623729366149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112083623729366149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112083623729366149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112083623729366149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-samb-came-up-to-me-and-said-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112072931423773902</id><published>2005-07-07T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T02:41:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still trying to get used to school life after that LONG break(right.....). Though im pretty much still in party mode. Rahhhh. Im so dead for my oil painting. I know i should have started earlier but i didn't and I tool a LONG time figuring out my composition. That was until I found a picture from a magazine. And basically the rest was really Gillian and her brilliant ideas about how I could go about and crap with the composition...So she said some pro stuff about personal vanity and materialism. U go Gil! Thanks dear. Its just that I absolutely hate working with oil paints. Its such a troublesome medium compared to acrylic or watercolors. Its terribly messy as well. I hate it when it gets stained onto our clothes. And I hate the smell of turpentine. Eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Laura for providing me with the website to search on Mr Wassily Kandinsky. What a waste i lost my foolscap and the research was in it. No worries though, i found the foolscap underneath a pile of papers on Megan's table. Now, she owes me lunch.(haha Megan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i stayed back with gil and rach to work on our oil painting and we saw some students who were doing their aep selection test under the direct admission thingy. Pretty ok people. I think they had no idea what The Corn would be like. Neither do they know how torturous art history can be. Poor things. They had to draw their shoe by the way. Hah. To think that we had to draw a kit kat bar during our selection test. And that was before we got to know The Corn.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in school has been unfortunately banal so far. Its pretty boring really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112072931423773902?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112072931423773902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112072931423773902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112072931423773902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112072931423773902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-still-trying-to-get-used-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112040418300040845</id><published>2005-07-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:23:03.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok laura dear if you're reading this, im pretty much clueless about whatshisname... Wassily Kandinsky. what exactly were we supposed to do? coz i was pretty much half asleep during art history explaing about that weird painting with weird splashes of paint on it. Hold on, then again all of his paintings have weird splashes of paint on them. Wah, i hate abstract art!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be a hundred different ways to interprete some dumb splosh of paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112040418300040845?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112040418300040845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112040418300040845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112040418300040845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112040418300040845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-laura-dear-if-youre-reading-this-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112030896475084246</id><published>2005-07-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T05:56:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sooooo happppppyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DISCO DANCING IS SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we had disco dancing in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;today, i went disco dancing in a pub at some social youth event.&lt;br /&gt;haha. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and st pats guys are super lame. some were super hot. some were damn cute mudbloods. and some could really move their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*basking in the ambiance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112030896475084246?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112030896475084246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112030896475084246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112030896475084246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112030896475084246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sooooo-happppppyyyyyy-disco-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-112004847282848917</id><published>2005-06-29T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T05:34:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. the funniest thing happened. A friend called and my mom thought it was a prank call and hung up. haha. uh..people if you guys call me, please SPEAK PROPERLY so my parents won't think you're some weirdo prank caller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-112004847282848917?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/112004847282848917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=112004847282848917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112004847282848917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/112004847282848917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/right_29.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111986196537336134</id><published>2005-06-27T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:22:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;right. First day off school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanks for the lovely tee rach!!!!!MUACKZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice to see the rest of the class and the school population for that matter. Some people looked different...Chrys and Sam changed theis glasses(cool!), Rach lim did her eyebrows(hah!), Angeline and Gabby had haircuts and it looks really good.I find that Ange's new hairdo makes her look rather hot now.haha.And people grew taller.Somehow, i feel shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the class t-shirt today. The first thing i did was to shove it under Esti's nose and exclaim loudly,"Look Esti, PINK!".hahaha. Its bright neon pink and doesnt exactly stand out against the white background but nothing beats the design. I totally love the design. all i can say is, for those people in our class out there who hate pink.. poor things lah you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ep. ok so what, last year we became plot farmers and now film-makers?&lt;br /&gt;I must say its gonna be pretty to go around with the video camera and making a video.&lt;br /&gt;Im in Gillian's group.Thank god.She's supposed to be really good at this kind of stuff. Rachel and i are really excited about doing the story board.Haha. Our ideas seem really goofy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibition at Singapore Art Museum tomorrow!!!!oh god!*starts hyperventilating*&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Firstly, my stupid puppet is being exhibited. And its not exactly my best work in my entire Aep history. Secondly, Er pei is probably gonna be there tomorrow. Yes, im really excited that the girls will finally be able to see what he looks like if he's there. And im also extremely looking forward to seeing rach lim kicking his balls (rach lim: "what balls?"). But im also nervous about seeing him again. What if i act stupid like i always do? And the predictable unanimous response when they see him, "EEW". I can just imagine Laura's expression when she looks at him.Sheesh. But before you all make any comments, let me tell you first that i was a bit kooky when i decided to fall for him. So get that into your system, he is NOT hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah. Im gonna have to leave earlier before the rest of the aep girls because i have to attend this press conference for the exhibition.*hopeless look*. I freaked out when Mr Tan told me this because i would have expected that Laura or Gillian to be chosen for this type pf thing. At least they have a wider vocabulary that sould stun the press. Its really cool but im seriously nervous! I mean, what if i say something stupid or my muse decides to abandon me? And the worst part: I have to talk about our artworks!!!Rah!!!!!!!!!!Oh my god.I mean, im good at talking alright.Talking stupid stuff.But explaining artworks?! *system shut down as i completely lose my marbles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and one more thing. What is with the bright orange t-shirt for the exhibition?! I mean, sure we're supposed to be artistically inclined people and its almost like making a statement...but orange?! and its not like the design is entirely great either.We're supposed to wear our pinafore above the tee.Yucks. Laura says blue and orange are complimentary colours. We're gonna look like colour blind people who don't have a humanely normal dress sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111986196537336134?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111986196537336134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111986196537336134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111986196537336134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111986196537336134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/awh.html' title='awh.'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111979425022244292</id><published>2005-06-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T06:57:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rah. school tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;yueck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111979425022244292?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111979425022244292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111979425022244292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111979425022244292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111979425022244292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/rah.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111962819297842979</id><published>2005-06-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:05:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>holidays are nearly coming to an end...*sad faraway look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i hate it when time flies.i need more time for homework and aep!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the prospect of going back to school life with piles of homework, stupid assignments, tests, tests and more tests! And it doesnt take a genius to guess that mrs stevens will probably increase our work load. miss chong too. and they're really good teachers. but for me, homework= no social life. yeah, thats what happened for this mid-year exams when my mom confiscated my handphone. i hated being away from my handphone. Its like telling SamB she wont be able to message whats-his-name anymore. Imagine her reaction! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll miss sleeping like real late...and waking up real late too..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss slacking around at home/being a bum, shopping/towning/checking out hot mudbloods, messaging people, having to not care about homework due the very next day...and a whole lot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh sob.i want extended holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[you stinking double-faced-bullfrog-beef-brained-dodo-jerk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop toying with my feelings already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and go fishing. i don't care if you catch a whaleshark]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111962819297842979?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111962819297842979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111962819297842979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111962819297842979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111962819297842979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111933596487358037</id><published>2005-06-20T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:40:45.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you</title><content type='html'>ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;met gillian and yifen today for the science project. surprisingly, it was pretty fast...i mean, what &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; are we supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i've been in a rather reflective mood nowadays.and im sorry if i've like hurt anyone like emotionally or in whatever way possible.sorry. sometimes i say stuff that just blurts out of my mouth but then after that i'll regret saying it because i didnt mean what i said. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;that, and im suffering from actors-not-acting syndrome, the way yiping says it. I really, from the bottom of my heart, seriously miss the syf people.its so sad...we'll probably never act out the play again. but you guys liked the play right? right?&lt;br /&gt;that, and&lt;br /&gt;i miss the people from convention. i know its like i met them for like 2 days and its funny im feeling this sense of detachment. weird lah. but it was like one of those things where you never wanted it to end.&lt;br /&gt;ok. ok. get a grip lah girl.&lt;br /&gt;ok. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111933596487358037?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111933596487358037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111933596487358037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111933596487358037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111933596487358037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/miss-you.html' title='miss you'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111923992731812036</id><published>2005-06-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:58:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yay-ness. i think i finally got my tagboard up..go tag people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[and tell me if it doesnt work]&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh. i hope it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111923992731812036?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111923992731812036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111923992731812036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111923992731812036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111923992731812036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-yay-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111915379920337394</id><published>2005-06-18T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:08:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so sorry people.im having problems with my tagboard.rah!!!!!!!!!!stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to fix it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's alot of stuff on my mind right now...im really confused about stuff....you know...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[please. dont say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; unless you mean it. i miss you too.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111915379920337394?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111915379920337394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111915379920337394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111915379920337394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111915379920337394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-sorry-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111906449216013029</id><published>2005-06-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:14:52.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i think i figured out how to get to my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;click on the link that says "talk to her".&lt;br /&gt;im not sure about you guys but for me there'll be an error on the page.&lt;br /&gt;if the tagboard still doesnt appear, click on "say hi- to her friends" and see if the tagboard appears.&lt;br /&gt; hope this bloody thing works or i'll have to change my blogskin. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111906449216013029?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111906449216013029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111906449216013029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111906449216013029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111906449216013029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-i-think-i-figured-out-how-to-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111906399246754246</id><published>2005-06-17T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:06:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok i know what some of you are thinking : she changed her blogskin. again.&lt;br /&gt;i really like my previous skin with the crying fairy but i feel in love with this one.&lt;br /&gt;only thing is i have problems with the tagboard.*frown etched visibly on forehead* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, replies:&lt;br /&gt;laura: seriously, you guys had fun ah?? haha. yeah from what i read at your blog, im sure you guys did. and hahaha...as for nyjc's rock band...maybe they were trying to make U2's vertigo sound more Singaporean.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron: Hey tiny cute guy!!!!Linked you already...you sure blog alot..oh and you know my candle buddy never did contact me.so wasted.. i heard he's from your school.aiya so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amanda/ahma: haha.so much for class comm outing. we'll plan one when school starts alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111906399246754246?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111906399246754246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111906399246754246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111906399246754246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111906399246754246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-ok-i-know-what-some-of-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111894270930664778</id><published>2005-06-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:25:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i almost forgot something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS LAURA for calling all of the girls for the last minute art thing in school. Love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;i can't go on both days coz of the convention and another meeting. So im really sorry i couldnt make it. How was it anyway eh? Fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111894270930664778?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111894270930664778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111894270930664778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111894270930664778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111894270930664778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-i-almost-forgot-something.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111894214011092611</id><published>2005-06-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:18:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Night To Remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi everyone!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I just came back from one of the best nights ever...Tonights' awesome &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FINALE" target="_blank"&gt;finale&lt;/a&gt; for the prefects convention was probably one of the best-est thing ever that happened to me this june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, today the second part of the prefects convention was held at Catholic High. In the morning, we played Csi, a game where we had to go around various stations around the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; to find clues that will lead us to solving a murder case. The investigation itself was really tiring. we had to run around from station to station and the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; is already like bloody big...*tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we had a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; by some important soldier guy (didnt really catch his name). The &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; was ok but it was really successful in capturing our full attention after like 15 mins of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt;ing. half of the time, i was in lala land. Then we had Talentime. Haha. I hated it when they had this sort of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; in camps. But todays' talentime was really damn funny and entertaining. I had a blast. There was this thing about gayish sexually confused themes. Guys were acting aqua and girls were acting macho. Damn funny and lame...Really showed a different side of prefects.&lt;br /&gt;I mean imagine this normal looking guy decked out in a sarong and acting all aqua as Miss Universe. Haha. What a sight.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a short performance by Catholic High's &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ROCK" target="_blank"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt; band. pretty cool but the mike sucked so in terms of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=AUDIO" target="_blank"&gt;audio&lt;/a&gt;...not so shiok. but they were pretty good. they played Collide!!!* big big grin to laura and rach* How come our &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; doesnt have a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ROCK" target="_blank"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt; band? It'll be totally cool. Somebody please ask Miss Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt;, all of a sudden, it was the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FINALE" target="_blank"&gt;finale&lt;/a&gt; at night. There were lit &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CANDLES" target="_blank"&gt;candles&lt;/a&gt; that each of us had written our name, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CONTACT" target="_blank"&gt;contact&lt;/a&gt; number. They were arranged on the ground to form the letters AEIQ. Our theme. It looked really good and it was so sweet of the main comm to have done that. We were each supposed to take home a candle and the candle we got with the person's name on it would be our buddy. I got this guys' candle, Aaron from Sji. He is cute and tiny, shorter than me and he's in sec 2.*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the admiring the sight, we gathered around the lit &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CANDLES" target="_blank"&gt;candles&lt;/a&gt; in a circle and sang &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SONGS" target="_blank"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; jumping whilst holding hands. We were quite loud. Think the surrounding &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FLATS" target="_blank"&gt;flats&lt;/a&gt; heard us. Like duh. We were running around and screaming, whizzing past the orange flicker of the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CANDLES" target="_blank"&gt;candles&lt;/a&gt; and singing at the top of our lungs. And after one hell of a rocking good time, they played the last song, Graduation by Vitamin C, you know, that sad friendship song. Yeah, we sang that song lying down on the ground in a huge circle, looking up at the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STARS" target="_blank"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; and the moon. What a sight. It was really beautiful and sad. Just yesterday, these people were just mere strangers. and now, i dont even want to part with them and i dont want it to end. It was really sad. Some people cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when there are short camps like these where you just meet some amazing people who are great company. then the camp ends. and as much as we promise each other we would keep in touch, we lose &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CONTACT" target="_blank"&gt;contact&lt;/a&gt; and end up probably not meeting each other for the rest of our lives. i hope it doesnt end up like that for this one. i met some really cool people and i dont want to just drift apart like that. there's this guy in my group, Ben from St Pats. He keeps on teasing me about my, uhh, vertically challenged height. haha. This funny guy stood on my foot when we were hugging goodbye. silly. then there's a girl who keeps on asking me to eat. and here i am tring to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WATCH" target="_blank"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; what i eat. though it never works coz im always hungry. you guys know that. But the point is, im already missing them. I really hope we will meet again in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people from AEIC prefects Convention 2005, thanks for the awesome &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MEMORIES" target="_blank"&gt;memories&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To group S, we rocked! heh. I love u guys, Nonya's Wok, fried rice, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SPIDERMAN" target="_blank"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/a&gt; and all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111894214011092611?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111894214011092611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111894214011092611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111894214011092611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111894214011092611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/night-to-remember-hi-everyone-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111885000488167365</id><published>2005-06-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:40:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the prefects convention today was totally AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was wrong when i thought that it'll be normal and boring like usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Because it wasnt that boring at all...&lt;br /&gt;Basically today, each group had to draw lots on the different locations that they would have to go  somewhere and find a job by convincing the manager to employ us for a few hours for free labour. It was quite an experience. My group got bishan as the main location so immediately the obvious choice was to go to junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt easy job hunting. Probably exciting at first but the constant rejections are really pissy-fying. We tried Macs, Kfc, Delifrance, Coffee Bean, Best Denki, Giodarno, and more shops...but all were reallyy just fruitless attempts at employment. it felt like one of those tasks that the people on The Apprentice had to work on. Really. Really tested our entrepreneurship skills and perseverance. And so one girl from my group managed to convince the big boss from a restaurant, Nonya's Wok to employ us. Its the restaurant next to Macs behind the bus interchange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first we cleared the tables and wiped them and then it was off to distribute flyers. Not easy. It was a first for me, and it really was'nt easy. now i know how people distributing flyers feel when people suddenly act blind or walk a whole D-tour just to avoid them. its frustrating. so much so i felt like just shoving them under people's noses. which i did, sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldnt bring myself to simply throwing them away. there's such a thing called guilty conscience. but anytime i saw an Ij girl,even people i've never spoken to , i'll give them more flyersthan was enough. there was so much flyers to distribute, we resorted to letterboxes at HDB flats. we covered more than 20 blocks in total. and covered like the entire block of flats behind j8. when we came back to the restaurant, our boss treated us to meals and drinks! He is so so sweet and kind! What a treat! and it felt really good...working for something and getting rewarded. it was an experience unlike anything i've ever experienced before...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like my group members.it takes getting used to their names but thankfully they're ok. alot of them are connected one way or another to previous schoolmates and family members. it really rekindled some memories from the past...thinking about old schoolmates. The guys in my group are ok. not much eye candy but gentlemen who open doors for the girls, selflessly giving up their food to someone else and that kind of stuff. goofy, but sweet. i saw alot of familiar people...just at random.saw the guy from scrabble competition whose hair is like all combed back and seems to be just dripping with gel. haha. what a sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope tomorrow will be just as fun. But Talentime is a real spoiler. Its like a major look-at-me-embarrasing-myself session. I like performing. But i hate stuff like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111885000488167365?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111885000488167365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111885000488167365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111885000488167365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111885000488167365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/prefects-convention-today-was-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111872790553856608</id><published>2005-06-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:45:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok its been quite some time since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;saw Mr and Mrs Smith yesterday with Ita. Its an ok movie. I enjoyed it. Some parts were really lame. like funny lame. so ya, my type of movie. no doubt the tabloids appear to be true when they mean that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's onscreen romance is sizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt doesnt seem as hot here as he did in Troy. As usual, Angelina Jolie looks great.That's nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh..&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION ALL 2/1 AEP-ers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;miss lau wants as many of us as possible from sec 2 aep to come down to school &lt;em&gt;this thursday and friday at 10am at the aep studio for the making of an art piece&lt;/em&gt; for our exhibition at the singapore art museum. its not an individual work thing. we'll all be working on it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;please come. i should be contacting you guys soon but do take note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;prefects convention tomorrow. oh whee. right. i've got mixed feelings about it. i can't help wondering if there'll be some type of typical activities they have in camps. like boring ice-breakers and so on. and to think that i'll have to socialise with the catholic high guys again. urgh. you know i'll be slightly more enthusiasted if at least one of them was blessed with considerably good looks.&lt;/span&gt; i know i should be more thankful that we're even having this convention thing so that prefects from different schools can socialise and have fun. yet i don't feel that very much excited.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll meet some fun people. i think i'll just dig up a hole and die if i got a group that is as interesting as the wall.&lt;br /&gt;oh and god, please let the guys be gentlemen, not rowdy ah kongs.&lt;br /&gt;and please. please not let them have BO. *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111872790553856608?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111872790553856608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111872790553856608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111872790553856608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111872790553856608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12871704.post-111823896322415728</id><published>2005-06-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:56:03.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>( right....im starting to wonder who actually reads the stuff i post up here...nevermind... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion party tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so excited!!! ah...i cant wait...i have not seen the primary school gang for ages and i miss them so so much! its that crazy feeling you get before prom night. and the same crazy feeling i get before a show. im really excited...its a beach party...ah....*crazy smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12871704-111823896322415728?l=she-says-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/feeds/111823896322415728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12871704&amp;postID=111823896322415728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111823896322415728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12871704/posts/default/111823896322415728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-says-what.blogspot.com/2005/06/right.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029677810589119930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
