<?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-1279320562431663601</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:39.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disillusion-ed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-6438624410170242771</id><published>2007-07-23T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:19:11.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck it</title><content type='html'>so long never blog le, so it feels &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shuang&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaming is approaching closer day by day, and like duh, who isn't studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a talk today in the audi. =.- fi and fish missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bio seems tough enough&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'll probably give it a miss, but no harm trying(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY; band40ad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.40am. Early right? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Watched teevee until 9am + then went to get ready for band.  Needa start packing, cos there was a great day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.- even though I packed early, I was still late. Why? Cos I only bought my lunch at 12.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Fall in was at 12.30pm, and I arrived there at 12.37pm.  But the best thing was that there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NO punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we helped to shift the benches from the canteen to the hall. Next, we had to cover the table in scores, and then stick it on with double sided tape.  BLEAH! Sian eh! The papers had to be arranged in a specific way, and then the scores kept flying away. -.- ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to stick on some clear plastic, and cut the edges. Why couldn't we just do the plastic? URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was shower and changing time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner time.  Cool man.  Thai pineapple rice, sushi, pastries, fruit punch, chicken, jap seaweed chicken and cant remember what. But it tasted great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert was some longan or lychee thing. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had belphogor sing-a-long.  Fun man. Each section had to sing their own parts, and perc couldn't be heard! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Irene Joseph did the conducting for us, LOL. It was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, played games.  Some dress up and modeling. Only perc voted for Rifat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Zhiyi was retarded? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birthday song, we took photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice, ZhiNing, Lisa, Jin, Tiffany, Belinda, Yijing were so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chio can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY; TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had assembly in the audi, and we ponned a bit of lit, but no use. Mrs Teo wouldnt let us shift the timing to after school, so we had to take the test during the period. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will fail la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, had chinese, and needed to bring ying yong wen. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I DIDNT BRING IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ahber's usual phrase:KOU NI WU FEN [5 marks deducted] SIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; it, can? Then + tmr haf all the sucky subjs, and + haf class test for geog and hist.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can die de leh, streaming yr. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PON TENNERS&lt;/span&gt;; go to hell la. wlao. today was like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;damnation&lt;/span&gt; for 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be another 6 hours of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;DAMNATION&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it was your choice to dao me. just make sure you dont regret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know you wont, cos it was my own wishful thinking.  I've received the message, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eternal damnation is worse than hell. MUCH worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-6438624410170242771?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6438624410170242771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=6438624410170242771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/6438624410170242771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/6438624410170242771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck-it.html' title='fuck it'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-6924876161721586935</id><published>2007-06-29T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:28:38.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fking first week of School -.-</title><content type='html'>Haiz. I &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;protest&lt;/span&gt; with two hands up that our holidays should be longer. (:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even finished all my holiday homework, and tada, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HOLS ARE OVER&lt;/span&gt;. Wth is this shit?&lt;br /&gt;On monday, went to school damn early&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(early for me lah)&lt;/span&gt; and wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;copy&lt;/span&gt; homework. In the end, I was too lazy to do, and slacked until 7.25am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E to J block's PA system not working properly, so our class was the last to go down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh look! Everybody is going down.&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi: Maybe they are guai kia, want to go down early?&lt;br /&gt;Me:-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7.25am ++:&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt; we are the only ones left here!&lt;br /&gt;Hanwei: Quick la! Everyone go down liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class started to go out of class. Since it was the first day of school, Mrs Lim didn't catch us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was slack day, cause the time table changed, and we didn't really have lessons. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I love pie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to meryl: You still look &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WIERD&lt;/span&gt; in your new fringe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, slack day over le. Had to endure the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; subjects, and Ahber's nagging... SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahber is actually a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; teacher. I never thought I would think of her this way, but who knows? People &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt; you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem. I wont say who doesn't mature, huh Fidelia?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I copied homework on Tuesday, but not early in the morning. (: I was almost late. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ZZZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we had freaking art, and TMM was like: I give you one minute, go back to class and get your organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatthefuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me sweat like siao. In the end, we didn't even use the organizers, and I had marks taken off because I didn't bring my research materials. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mark wasted? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was music. Pretty slack, and we had AIR-CON! (: Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? On thursday, I woke up at 7am. Great isn't it? &lt;em&gt;NOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionged to school by taking a taxi at 7.25am, and reached the Assembly Plaza just before the anthem started. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one lucky person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuyi: Thanks for your faithful tagging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidelia: LOL. Haven't been spamming my blog? Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryl: Yeah, thanks, for welcoming me back to band. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-6924876161721586935?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6924876161721586935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=6924876161721586935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/6924876161721586935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/6924876161721586935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/fking-first-week-of-school.html' title='Fking first week of School -.-'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-8977870729478166774</id><published>2007-05-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T04:28:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June hols are here?</title><content type='html'>MYEs are over, and here comes the june hols. (:  Im planning on watching Pirates of The Carribean tomorrow, while Huai xi and Xinyi are working! Oh yes, treble clef... be prepared to get jealous... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Miss Nani for intro-ing the movie to our class, or else I would never think of watching that particular movie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE results was terrible, so I am not going to talk abt it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sorry for not updating sooner... I was too preoccupied other stuff...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been downloading songs into my fone since yesterday. (: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yuyi, dont get jealous... i have close to a hundred songs liao. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so happy, these few days. (: kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-8977870729478166774?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8977870729478166774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=8977870729478166774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/8977870729478166774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/8977870729478166774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/june-hols-are-here.html' title='June hols are here?'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-428485781702194975</id><published>2007-05-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:10:35.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd posting in a day</title><content type='html'>This is the second time I'm posting in a day... (:&lt;br /&gt;So be happy, cos I don't usually do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do stuffs to people, if you don't want them to do the same to you. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how childish it is to do mean stuffs to people, to find that they do it back to you?&lt;br /&gt;I mean like... thats the most idiotic thing I have ever experienced, and I think I am really dumb. Person A should know what I am talking about huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste your time on such stuffs when you can spend your time on more constructive things like blogging? haha. Joking la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still chionging through History now... I know its last minute, and it probably won't be of much use to me during the exam in less than 12 hours time... but I'm making the best of things here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt another lesson too. Every second counts. Yea. Every second that I'm spending here is a second wasted. I cannot use the same second to study History. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I boring you? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Science paper was okay today. (: I am not confident of achieving a good grade, but I'm confident of passing the paper, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Danielle, I'm so jealous of you!!! nushs is so big!! Your field is at least twice as big as the one in tk? LOL. And don't tell me your CCA is dance... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex... don't be emo okay? Cheer up! You will still have Fidelia by your side, no matter what happens. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Meryl, thanks for being my first tagger today! Yay! (: I know you love me too. (:&lt;br /&gt;Boonmay, don't give a shit to Mr Rizal... He's talking crap most of the time... by the way, you didn't show him attitude did you? Cos if you did, I'm taking back what I said. (: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Good luck for MYEs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-428485781702194975?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/428485781702194975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=428485781702194975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/428485781702194975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/428485781702194975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-posting-in-day.html' title='2nd posting in a day'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-5889620190925709619</id><published>2007-05-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:25:29.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>Changed new blogskin, as I was getting bored of the other one.&lt;br /&gt;Some people could be just so childish... As I've only &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; realised today. Hmm... Sounds familiar huh, Alex and Fidelia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having History exam tomorrow. That means there are just 3 more papers for some &lt;em&gt;muggers&lt;/em&gt; to go through. (: Does that sound familiar. [.cough.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided. I &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; go back for band after the mids. So there goes my Saturday? Anyway, outdoor will be a change. I might get a tan, if I'm lucky. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Meryl got 2 tickets free to watch spideyman 3. Hmph! That is so &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; fair. ):&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;fair-ness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gone to in this world, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. This blogskin has my favourite colours, except for orange. BOO! haha. I thought Yvette's blog might be orange, since her linkie is 'orangefreakisme.blogspot' , but alas, NO. But thinking again, her bag is orange, her file is orange... what else? Her font? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things has happened these few days... especially during the exam times.&lt;br /&gt;~Mr Low is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;~Mr Kang found our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;~Good friends somewhere have fallen out.&lt;br /&gt;~The maths paper was so hard.&lt;br /&gt;~Boonmay kena-ed by Mr Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;~I'm in 2 minds in BH and F.&lt;br /&gt;~Misunderstandings everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; to happen in a couple of weeks?&lt;br /&gt;And why can't Mr Low stay longer? I'm going to miss him. Why? Cos he's one of the only teachers that we can talk and joke with... despite the age difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kang is leaving too... To NIE, where he has to receive further training. He said that Mr Low might be his senior. =.= Nice one, Mr Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's going to take over Mr Kang for D and T? None other than the strict malay teacher that we've been having. &lt;strong&gt;BOO&lt;/strong&gt;! Why her of all teachers? She is the only one available. Yea. What a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JOKE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;u&gt;wish&lt;/u&gt; it were. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MYE maths paper was a horror. The first paper was already relatively hard. Paper 2 was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;suicide&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for many of us. I mean like.. what was the setter's problem? Setting a paper so hard... Bcos it's streaming year? Well whoever it is, &lt;u&gt;you've&lt;/u&gt; gotten your wish. It was a &lt;strong&gt;nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who is marking our maths papers? None other than Mr Rizal. Somehow, I have a feeling that he will be &lt;em&gt;biased&lt;/em&gt; when marking, cos Boonmay pissed him off... But then again. Aren't teachers supposed to be un-biased? Or is it that they make it seem like they are not biased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday went to parkway with Yuyi, Fidelia and Huaixi. Huaixi left for tuition shortly after. Boonmay, sinmay and Jael came shortly after. They were &lt;u&gt;drenched&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; (: And, we stole their breakfast. (: Too BAd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting really sensitive these few days. So dont mind me, if I suddenly went up to you and accused you for false accusations... Haven't been feeling myself these few days. I know that Xinyi is very scared to see me &lt;u&gt;high&lt;/u&gt; once more. Why? I can do anything when I'm high. So, pray hard that I don't get high, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkaes. Thats all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; luck for your exams. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-5889620190925709619?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5889620190925709619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=5889620190925709619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/5889620190925709619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/5889620190925709619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-blogskin.html' title='New blogskin'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-797797013796335669</id><published>2007-04-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:17:16.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;MERYL ROCKS!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the most&lt;/strong&gt; the best &lt;strong&gt;the coolest&lt;/strong&gt; girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;i love her&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/1279320562431663601-797797013796335669?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/797797013796335669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=797797013796335669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/797797013796335669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/797797013796335669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/meryl-rocks-most-best-coolest-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-1501385830192291844</id><published>2007-04-16T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:44:49.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYness</title><content type='html'>Today, CE was taken up by a Planet Crush lesson on blogging. &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn't realise that blogging could cause so much trouble. Next time must be more careful when I post abt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Had maths lesson later on, and Mr Low was late. So, we all thought that he was absent, and there would be no maths. Woots! But alas, NO. Mr Tan came in, and he took over the maths lesson instead. ): &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I paid some attention to the maths lesson, and I understood perfectly well. (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAYNESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the new class comittee members, please vote for:&lt;br /&gt;Chairman: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Boonmay(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice-Chair: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Huat Leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports rep:&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bridget(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer: &lt;em&gt;Punnit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;1. Boonmay is always late, and we have her to be our GOOD role model. So if anything goes wrong, we can say, "But the chairman also does this what." YAY. Just joking boonmay.. Don't come and find me. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Huat Leng needs to be sabo-ed to do some work. (: But later he might just give us hell.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheryl is very lazy, so she won't bug us to do work, like Dev. (:&lt;br /&gt;4. We can get good benefits from Bridget!&lt;br /&gt;5. Punnit will kena all the time from us when he collects money(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is NOT sarcastic. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-1501385830192291844?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1501385830192291844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=1501385830192291844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/1501385830192291844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/1501385830192291844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/yayness.html' title='YAYness'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-4734473516050415197</id><published>2007-04-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:57:20.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late update</title><content type='html'>Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Took the early bus, and arrived in school super early.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I sat down, I heard tables being pushed here and there. Then, there were sounds of a fight. Guess who were fighting? Alex and Desmund. That was so childish. Desmund said that they were fighting over Genevieve's sticks. Then Alex said that they were fighting over Fidelia. Cheryl, Belle and I were shocked. Belle was like, "It that Alex?"&lt;br /&gt;We were very scared la. Derrick went to separate them and he said,"You all think you 3 yr old ah? Stop fighting la!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to separate them. Woah. I mean like that is the first time he said something so mature. Maybe he is only acting childish in class ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Xuan Yu went to separate them later on, while Derrick restrained Desmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I was kind of shocked at Fidelia's behavior towards the fight. She was sitting at her place doing her work for Ahber's lesson, and she didn't even turn her head to look at the fight once. Then when I asked her, she said that she didn't even know abt the fight. She didn't even know that the fight was abt her. How blur could she get? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, nothing so called interesting happen le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Had games day! 2H won the netball 7-1 with 2A. Yayness! Woots! During the game, Boonmay played rough and wanted to smack the ball away. Instead, she smacked Hairi's head! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Bayar passed Boonmay the ball, and it went in between her legs and out of the court. (: We all enjoyed a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, we were bored to tears. We camwhored at the stairs. LOL. Calvin looked retarded in the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-4734473516050415197?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4734473516050415197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=4734473516050415197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/4734473516050415197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/4734473516050415197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/late-update.html' title='late update'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-536130176848886776</id><published>2007-04-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:45:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging these few days... so I'm gonna do a day by day post. Hopefully this will be the longest post i have ever posted. (.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual... Nth much happened, I think. My memory is failing.&lt;br /&gt;Took the later bus and arrived there late, as usual. The past few weeks, I have been completely dao-ing him. I did not show him any sign of recognition. Haiz. When will all this childish stuff ever end?&lt;br /&gt;Then during CE, I sat on Belle's place - Belle was having a swimming competition in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fidelia pissed Lex off for some reason, and he was really pissed, or so I thought. He dao-ed her completely, and either Dev or Derrick thought that the couple has broken up. Then, Lex told me the reason. I got pissed with him. He is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt; or what? Do this kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;They made up, of course, during IT, with my help. (.&lt;br /&gt;I have just realised that being the middle person between them will do me more harm than good. If anything went wrong, and it was found to be my fault, I will feel guilty? LOL. And if there was a communication error, meaning that either Lex or Fidelia misunderstood what I told them, I will kena again. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the earlier bus, and arrived early in school. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yayness&lt;/span&gt;! I dislike Tuesdays, cos of the time table..&lt;br /&gt;0740-0815&lt;br /&gt;Chinese w/Ahber&lt;br /&gt;0815-0850&lt;br /&gt;Chinese w/Ahber&lt;br /&gt;0850-0925&lt;br /&gt;Science w/Guna&lt;br /&gt;0925-1000&lt;br /&gt;Science w/Guna&lt;br /&gt;1000-1035&lt;br /&gt;Recess [woots!]&lt;br /&gt;1035-1110&lt;br /&gt;Maths w/Low&lt;br /&gt;1110-1145&lt;br /&gt;Geography w/Tan S.F&lt;br /&gt;1145-1225&lt;br /&gt;Geography w/Tan S.F&lt;br /&gt;1225-1255&lt;br /&gt;History w/Yusri&lt;br /&gt;1255-1330&lt;br /&gt;History w/Yusri&lt;br /&gt;1330-1400&lt;br /&gt;Maths wkst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how stressful that is? 2 periods of Chinese, geography and History all in one day, meaning that we have to endure &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ahber, Tan S.F and Yusri&lt;/span&gt; in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Listenning to them rattle on and on, with no end? I don't mind the Science lessons, cause it is okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF competition for Band. They came back with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;. Haiz. St Pats came back with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with Honors&lt;/span&gt;. TKG had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;. Crescent Girls... had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Silver&lt;/span&gt;. Can't remember. Sad. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting le. Thats ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-536130176848886776?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/536130176848886776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=536130176848886776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/536130176848886776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/536130176848886776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/havent-been-blogging-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-8523244475159366115</id><published>2007-04-03T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:16:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the late update (.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had voting during ft contact time. Voted for Erfi, my band senior. (.&lt;br /&gt;Then... was English lesson. Had spelling, then reading period. Paesson took Belle's reader's digest without telling her. Then, he let her search under her table, all that. Then he said, "Belle, want me to save your life?" He passed her the reader's digest, taking out another one.&lt;br /&gt;Belle: You took mine right?&lt;br /&gt;Paesson: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then why you have two?&lt;br /&gt;Paesson: One of them I found it. The other one I also found it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Err... Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Then while reading, Paesson asked me a riddle.&lt;br /&gt;Paesson: What do you get when a polar bear passes a seal? [Or was it walrus?]&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Paesson: A polar bear. [laugh laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... the most dreaded lesson: CHinesE.&lt;br /&gt;Had spelling too. I did last minute studying... so I was surprised that I could remember all the words.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ahber saw Lex's spelling book.&lt;br /&gt;Ahber: 又没又读书。&lt;br /&gt;Lex: [give her attitude]&lt;br /&gt;Then dunno what happened, then Ahber asked him to go outside. Lex walked behind me and I heard him swear at Ahber. F-word somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Lex wanted to give Waylin the answers, to get back at Ahber. Then, he looked at Waylin's paper, compared it to his... Waylin had 10/10...&lt;br /&gt;Lex: 0.o Pro sia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... CE. Fidelia and Lex were too busy chatting to listen to teacher. So... they nearly kena-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Then maths... Fidelia was daoing Lex. Then she never pay attention to Mr Low. Sad. She was copying my answers. Then, mr Tan came to our table.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Why you sit here?&lt;br /&gt;Fidelia: Because I cannot see the whiteboard from there.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Don't bullshit la. From there cannot see, here can see?&lt;br /&gt;Fidelia: 0.o&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: you are not supposed to change your seats. (.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smiling, so should be okay. (.&lt;br /&gt;Then, IT lessons. We had fun doing flash, and people flooded my tagboard. (.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had lit. We had to copy down the structue, and what we supposed to include.&lt;br /&gt;Lex was too lazy to copy.&lt;br /&gt;Lex: Eh. Later lend me your paper. I go photocopy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. 0.0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidelia was also too lazy to copy. (. I guai kia. Copied everything!&lt;br /&gt;Lex forgot to take from me. Then he asked me online to send him the stuffs on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy to type and I just typed the qn for him. (. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, studied for 3 tests. In the end, I ended up talking on msn, instead of studying. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep at 1 am in the morning?? o.o&lt;br /&gt;5 and a half hours of sleep does not do much. I could not wake up at 6.30am. ZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-8523244475159366115?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8523244475159366115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=8523244475159366115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/8523244475159366115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/8523244475159366115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-for-late-update.html' title='Sorry for the late update (.'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-8126274744094878893</id><published>2007-03-29T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:22:24.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful soul</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't love you, but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you, but I can't move&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't love you, but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you, but I can't move&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's taking control of me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit around, I can't let them win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to be around you&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I can't say&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I realize&lt;br /&gt;It was always there just never spoken&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here...&lt;br /&gt;been waiting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-8126274744094878893?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8126274744094878893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=8126274744094878893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/8126274744094878893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/8126274744094878893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-soul.html' title='Beautiful soul'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-2276285082051645198</id><published>2007-03-27T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:58:42.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All because of my emo ness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had to do last minute History project. Why? Because my entire group, me included clean forgot about the History presentation. What to do? Burn the midnight oil lor. I did the history from 7pm ++ until 12.32am in the morning. Still haven't finished, cause my sis had to use the computer for some Science project. Instead of spending her time doing it, she went to search for pictures. Great. I was so angry with her that I nearly screamed. But my temper has been bad all week so I had to exercise some self-control, and stop screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up at 6.10am, and was too sleepy to get up. Besides, it was still early. So, I went back to sleep, and I woke up again at 6.40am. The sky was almost brightening up. I quickly got ready, and this time, the bus came on time. Yesterday morning, I waited at the bus stop with the rain splashing at me from 7.08am to 7.19am. If I had known, I would have waited until 7.15 before I left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't panicking about History before recess as I thought only grps 1-4 were going to present as usual. But during History, when I saw how fast each grp took to present, I panicked, and I became emo. That was the first time I became emo over academics. No choice, so I presented, with Fidee and Yuyi. I was so paiseh la... presenting a piece of work that was not even finished.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will never do it again. Next time, I will do it on the first day, and not let it drag until it slip from our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I returned to my seat, and I started to see who's bluetooth was on. I was searching for devices, and then suddenly Mr Yusri called me to surrender my handphone. I could feel the whole class's eyes on me as I surrendered it. So pai seh!!! wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson, Yuyi and I went to find Mr Yusri to get our handphones back. He gave us that face that clearly said "I am very pissed with both of you". I was kinda smiling at him, and then his face made my smile falter. I mean like.... what was his problem? All the groups were presenting roughly the same thing... use handphone also no harm. He should learn to chill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we crapped around with Mr Low, or rather Mr High, then we left to find Mr Yusri.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a good 20 min or so calling the HOD room, and looking through the glass door of the general office. What a time waste. Finally, he came out of the staffroom, and he said, "You must ask your parents to come down and collect your phones." I was like wth??!! Yuyi apologized, but I never said anything... I was too pissed?[like i said, my temper has been getting out of control lately] Then, he gave us back. Phew! We then left the school and we had to run down the overhead bridge, because bus 16 was speeding to the bus stop. I distinctively heard horns beeping. (.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doing the D&amp;T overdued bad designs. Sian. There is too little time in this world...&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Lex who cheered me up just now, after my handphone was confiscated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-2276285082051645198?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2276285082051645198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=2276285082051645198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/2276285082051645198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/2276285082051645198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-because-of-my-emo-ness.html' title='All because of my emo ness'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-2767314941241362053</id><published>2007-03-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:58:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day...</title><content type='html'>Yep. The word of the day is "trust". Why?&lt;br /&gt;1.That is because only with trust, people can believe you, without having to worry whether you will betray them.&lt;br /&gt;2.With trust, you will gain the respect of people easily.&lt;br /&gt;3.If you lose that trust, that people have for you, it is very hard to earn it back, just like people's respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;4.If you have earned back that trust, people still might not believe you, and entrust difficult tasks to you to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this cheem? LOL. Cheemology.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I am typing all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-2767314941241362053?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2767314941241362053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=2767314941241362053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/2767314941241362053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/2767314941241362053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day...'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279320562431663601.post-154307013922184822</id><published>2007-03-22T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:30:21.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games Day'07</title><content type='html'>Had games day today. Sian sia. We lost practically everything??&lt;br /&gt;Table tennis, Dev lost the singles, Hanwei and I lost the doubles. Guess who we lost to? Jitxin. Great.&lt;br /&gt;We lost badminton as well. Paesson and Brandon were pissed for a while, but they were okay today. The councellor was biased though. We should have won. She doesn't even know how to count man.&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed back with the usual people, Yuyi, Fidelia, Lex, Brandon, Peter and Cher. After a while, Fish and I got bored, so we, + Yvette decided to play a trick on Fidelia and Lex. We went to the L-shapped toilet, then we left, went to the D&amp;T block and told them to meet us at the L-shapped toilet. After they left with Edwin, we went down to the canteen and we called them, saying that we were waiting for them there. Then, we went back to the D&amp;amp;T block and told them we were at the L-shapped toilet at the second floor. The three got damn pissed with us.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Wont do that again. (:&lt;br /&gt;We went home shortly after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279320562431663601-154307013922184822?l=stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/feeds/154307013922184822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279320562431663601&amp;postID=154307013922184822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/154307013922184822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279320562431663601/posts/default/154307013922184822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stumble-uponmyvintagelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/games-day07.html' title='Games Day&apos;07'/><author><name>ChRiStine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739599733205729076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
