<?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-9385478</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:19:25.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111589704535327416</id><published>2005-05-12T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:27:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh today was a ridiculously unproductive day. but i'm a happy person cause i got a 36/40 for my biology mcq? haha. so did 56446956064542 other people. and the average percentage across the level was a whooping 80%. not bad not bad. someone from S1 actually got full marks and we have yet to uncover who it is. or maybe miss ng was feeling too free and wanted to joke around with us. na-uh. the PAT was really cold and everyone was freezing. i mean yes. stupid it is. and we actually witnessed the chairs which were retracted and pulled out for us to sit. how cool is that. but it's noisy too. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that was recess, and oh yah! before that. what intensive mother tongue lesson was that i wonder. not the least bit intense to me. we were laughing and playing and slacking and our exam's like next next next monday? wow. but i don't care now. HAHA. oh well anyway dawn was being stupid today. poor eeyore. she took the poor eh - animal and taught it kungfu, made it love spice girls, and then taught it to fart into everyone's face. she made that sound so many times i laughed till i cried okay. then zhao lao shi was giving me this weird look. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was actually recess, then ther bio thing which was eh. unsuccessful. cause no one pretty much listened. then went back to class and miss azlin came in and told us how badly we've done and all. oh man oh man she's scaring us. and when we did english it was the first paper we've ever done in the hall so we had to try to adapt to the sudden change. and because it was so boring partly due to the passage, i was half asleep when i was doing my summary. i so much wanted to close my eyes and sleep but i couldn't. &lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was a complete waste of time. miss norliza could come in and tell us to complete our &lt;em&gt;project inspire&lt;/em&gt; journal. hello it didn't inspire me a bit la i'm so sorry. and the questions in the booklet are the kind of soul-searching ones which blatantly forces you to reveal the innermost thoughts you want to let the world know of NOT. can't they just be a little more sensitive or something? and of course, the class was in a usual clatter and everyone did it eh. quarter-heartedly. and of course, we wasted staying half an hour longer cause we did nothing but had a little interaction with mrs rupa for less than fifteen minutes. and yes miss norliza was reading CLEO during her lesson and i was sleeping and jo hsuan too and she bothered not. like wow. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of the school and the power it has to thwart my personal life so i shall say nothing more and end my post here. bleagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111589704535327416?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111589704535327416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111589704535327416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111589704535327416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111589704535327416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-today-was-ridiculously-unproductive.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111580596471823363</id><published>2005-05-11T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:56:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes mid years are over. this calls for a celebration. and so we did. 29 people went out together. i feel so extremely happy and bonded with my class. almost everyone was wearing the class tee and we even bombarded the entire bus-stop opposite the school and took class photos. as though we were in some studio or a world of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested suntec so we all headed there, and alighting from 111 the uncle actually closed the door twice. but he had to re-open twice and was shaking his head. haha. cool not. like half the class occupied the seats at the upper deck. while some of us lazier bums preferred the lower deck. HAHA. so anyway we got to suntec and went to pizza hut. it was a table of four, plus a table of eight, plus a table of six, plus another table of six, and yet another table of five. let's do some mental calculation: 4+8+6+6+5=29! is this powerful or what. so we ordered set meals, and i paid 8.20. gosh. daylight robbery. but this is NOT the highlight. but the auntie was very cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rushed to engwah, 23 of us, to catch the 12.30 show of HOUSE OF WAX. oh man i'm NEVER going to watch a scary movie again, ever. it's super gory and gross. waxing someone alive? eyeballs still moving and once you hit the supposed wax figure the hand flys and breaks apart and blood starts gushing out? and it didn't help with the scenes of paris and who-knows-what's-his-name making out. it's NC-16 and super gory and disgusting. violence, blood, foreboding. OH MAN I WAS FREAKED OUT LIKE ANYTHING. i mean who would be so stupid to walk through a neighbourhood when no one was there? stupid plot and nonsensical killings. AND THIS PERVERTIC GUY CUT OFF HER FINGER! man it's gross gross gross. i'm going to boycott all NC-16 movies and go for the PG, happy, funny and romantic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right from the very beginning when nothing happened i was STUPIDLY covering my face with my windbreaker, and so did dear yvonne who was sitting beside me. i don't know HOW yi ling can find it exciting. PEOPLE ARE WAXED ALIVE AND IT'S EXCITING? YUCKS! you know i wasted like seven bucks to watch this stupid movie which i didn't really watch. and i screamed whenever someone screamed. and it's gross gross. dead carcass, dead stillborn baby dog kept in some water glass, and disgusting people with disgusting faces. i was grossed out like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when amira and shuwen and yvonne ran out, i ran out too. boycotted the irritating scary show. everyone was so scared except kayda the brave one. she could keep her eyes open throughout. oh man i was freaked out like anything. then when i was standing up and going out, there was a loud thud then i screamed and covered my face from the screen and ran out. in the midst of struggling with the exit door i was hoping that nothing would appear in front of me. and i was so scared cause the place was so white and all i wanted to do was see the shopping mall. then valerie ran out after me then we were screaming and complaining and screaming and complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for a strong group of 23. almost 10 of us came out. amira yvonne shu wen me valerie yin xi nurul joanne vania and i don't remember who. however contradicting, we started discussing about the movie outside. so animatedly too. HAHA. i seriously didn't know how i survived through the hour i was in there. me and yvonne were just "no" "no" "no"-ing and covering ourselves with our windbreakers all the way. oh man i hate the stupid plot. lousy director, but their acting skills were rather good okay i know i'm out of point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line: NC-16 shows? na-uh. HOUSE OF WAX, a big NO-NO. got it? i hope you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111580596471823363?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111580596471823363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111580596471823363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111580596471823363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111580596471823363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-yes-mid-years-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111572313631182022</id><published>2005-05-10T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T04:05:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was grossly grossly grossly disgusted by the report in the chinese papers. ever fervent melodie bought the newspaper just to scout for any small piece of news with jay, it made part of her day, but it was more of something to do with jay, but nothing about him. say, publishers, nothing better to put nowadays? there just HAD to be this pictures of a transexual beauty pageant. oh boy did it gross me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it's alright to see pretty women on the tv screen once in a while for some harmless and useless beauty pageant, but when you look at these women and the huge banner says "transexual" you'd just feel utterly disgusted. as if being gay and lesbians aren't that bad enough. transexuals have to dominate the world and there ARE pageants as such organised for them. i bet half the organisers were the transexuals themselves. thailand beauty pageant, worldwide beauty pageant for transexuals. what on earth is this world coming too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bad being a guy? that they had to actually undergo i don't know how great the torture and pain to become a girl. YUCKS. if you want people to respect you as a transexual, you're not getting it. cause you're not even respecting what God gave you. you don't mutilate yourself to become someone more beautiful, when everything everyone else sees, and you know yourself, is fake. this fact alone grosses me out. living in a fake body not being yourself. i don't know how some men can find the courage to actually go after these transexuals. and they can actually get married. like wow. telling the world that you're a transexual is equivalent to chasing everyone away from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they were beautiful they didn't fit their title. what's so beautfil about men posing as women trying to tell the world that they are beautiful? they are merely hypocrites to their gender. if they hate being men so much, is it that bad to accept the fact and live with it rather than be despised by people around the world for your act of turning into someone of the other race? i despise these people who have no self-esteem and self respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just very disturbed by this piece of news. i wish i never saw it. oh well. what's done cannot be undone. we have a 4S1 class outing tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111572313631182022?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111572313631182022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111572313631182022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111572313631182022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111572313631182022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-grossly-grossly-grossly.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111527790309514663</id><published>2005-05-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:42:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i'm trying to applaud myself for not coming online yesterday. efforts paid off, though i didn't put much in. HAHA. but chemistry is ok. i still cannot get over how careless i am. it's not AgCl2! shat. it's just AgCl. dawn pointed that out. shat shat shat. literature was okay i wrote until i was extremely annoyed by my handwriting. so curvy and messy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i write rather fast! finished like eh. 10 minutes before time i think. around there. and that teacher's so annoying. who cares about her name she's just super irritating. and when we laughed she said it's not funny. hello. mr lee was trying to stifle his laughter. take that from a fellow colleague. she's super annoying. saying stupid things which are so ridiculously funny and she forbids us from laughing. WAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay she's just so _________ i cannot stand her. 4 more days of torture. it's okay. the sec 4 cohort can survive. and mid-way between lit papers one and two almost everyone chiong-ed to the toilet. haha. i wonder if there were enough toliet paper. tomorrow's geog and a maths! ahh sheesh a maths freaks me out like anything. oh well. jia you, isabelle jia you. sec fours, jia you too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111527790309514663?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111527790309514663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111527790309514663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111527790309514663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111527790309514663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111476566102273849</id><published>2005-04-29T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T02:10:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english was terrible. chinese was no better. i liked my letter about total defence but not paper two and the disgusting bao zhang bao dao. argh. anyway sheralyn woon is so highly irritating i can't stand her. tsk. we were counting the number of words then she had to "time check. half an hour more." PLEASE. we had to recount. &lt;u&gt;highly&lt;/u&gt; irritating. that's my favourite phrase for today. said that to melodie many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; pleaded me to go to jurong point with her. so fine. we sat at kfc and commented on hairstyles. okay whatever she has bad taste. then we walked around and bought some very stupid things. like some erm. okay i shan't say it here. but we bought exactly the same and it's super cheap so yeah why not. haha. and we saw chew chor meng and kym ng! trying to take their photos but it was blur. and kym ng's spastic la. i like chew chor meng's jacket and specs and i like kym ng's shoes. way cool. then melodie walked around jurong point spending loads of money buying presents for her mum and dad. rich rich rich. gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she forced me to go to tom and stephanie with her then she bought a handbag for her mum. and we were erm. being childish and trying out spastic sunglasses and taking photos while trying to cover the price tag. erm yes. exams are next week and we just gallivanted our afternoon away. wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111476566102273849?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111476566102273849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111476566102273849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111476566102273849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111476566102273849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/english-was-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111460237586050750</id><published>2005-04-27T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T04:54:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my beloved&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; in my years of guiding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; - i remember we never really talked during our sec one and two days. it was only until obs when we really became closer to one another. and now, you're pi and i'm gu. if there's no pi there's no gu, the same otherwise. then everyone would be butt-less! (okay that was lame). but i still cherish and reminisce all the fun times we had together, more often than not, laughing till we'd clutch our stomachs and cry. the kerosene incident, the lame sms-es, the antics that you and shiyun can come up with (remember the jumping part of the happy song?) yes. all these memories will never be erased. i will never allow an eraser in my head. sounds familiar? love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; -  hey dear. i know we weren't really on very good terms in our sec one and two days and had a little conflict here and there. but that's past and this is present! you never fail to bring some shalala into my life by doing silly things, drastic actions, like the birthday song and all the lame stuff that you can concoct. you amuse me a whole lot. i love the fact that you're sincere and earnest when it comes to friendship and relationships and i wish that this friendship between us lasts forever ya? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geyi&lt;/strong&gt; - you're so versatile i never know what to expect from you. you're just so very ge yi and so very strong and others do not seem to have any control and rein over you. you're very very unique, springing up surprises as though they were the easiest things to think of, and you never fail to surprise me with your silly antics. aww geyi you're just a very special person with a very special standing in my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lysia&lt;/strong&gt; - you're my OBIANG you know that? i remember my dad used to send you home after campfires during our c2 days. and we'd be enthusiastic and hyper during guide meetings. and when you laugh you'd be pointing at something and your head will go up and down a little and you'd close your eyes, like shut them real tight. that's you! and your very sensible thoughts and rantings and words have somehow left me to reflect a number of times. no matter what, i love you my dear obiang. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;renee&lt;/strong&gt; -  my dear ah nae i spent so many happy hours with you considering the 36 unbeatable hours i've had with you whenever we went to jbp for volunteer service. the day when he was so very vulgar, the day we raked leaves and laughed over that dumb sms your teacher sent, wanting orange cordial so much because of the scorching sun, watching the bird show four times in 2 days, our encounters with bobby the eagle, when i was terrified of the 999 lories (one died!), whenever what's-his-name came to the desk and let out his green poo, and the day in f&amp;b when we were waitresses and dish cleaners too. so memorable and so wonderful. and of course when we talked about jay and his lame jokes, and our undying fantasy for korean dramas and movies, and of course, our favourite member of energy. so many so many so many. i treasure all of them, and of course, i love you loads loads loads. happy belated birthday and i know you love the present. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuxiu&lt;/strong&gt; -  you're always calling me orbeet very sweetly and the meekness of your voice makes you so adorable you know that? you've been a super sweet and thoughtful and wonderful friend, always putting others ahead of you. self sacrificial, is the best word to describe you, and so so so very sweet to all your peers. you're always very encouraging, and sometimes muddle-headed, but i can never be angry at you no matter how long you take to pack your table or arrange your things. you're just super understanding and tolerating, you never seem to complain or groan. oh man yuxiu you're just so sweet! love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jessica&lt;/strong&gt; - jess! you'll always be remembered for your childish antics. can i say that? you love barney, everything is cute to you, and do you know you're also really cute too? and so sweet, too. and your undying love for cyndi and honey honey and honey-ing everywhere. obs, campfire preparation, and being in the same patrol for a year, i've really enjoyed your company. and i'll never forget all the fun and joy we had. love you jess! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pei qi&lt;/strong&gt; - i'm rather sure you're reading this you emotional woman. don't get so worked up and emotional so easily yeah? it's not very healthy and it's okay. i worry whenever i see you break down because sometimes it's no use and it only does you more damage instead of allowing you to break free of the emotions inside you. don't let them enslave you alright? you've turned so very egoistic but so very lovable too. i love the neoprints of you sticking out your tongue. so very adorable. (: always remember that i'd be here for you whenever you need anymore to talk to alright? although i might not the best listening ear there is around but be rest assured i'd go to the extremes of cheering you up. i love you my dear friend! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice&lt;/strong&gt; - my very seductive and very very very *coughs* chio partner! having you by my side during these years have indeed been very uplifting, being your partner for the dances, i have really exercised my jaws much by laughing and laughing till i cry to no end. when you sashay down, it's the ultimate. when you act chio, it's beyond extremes. when you do your ah lian pose number ten. i go beserk laughing. you really never fail to make me laugh, with the way you bat your eyelashes, and the way you claim you're "piao piao the ultimate chio bu". don't have this fetish for yourself and stop acting overly demure. but however highly entertaining and irritating your antics can get, you're still my very very lovely friend and i love you loads loads loads. *muacks*. i love piao piao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;priscilla&lt;/strong&gt; - you're a crazy woman who's selectively temperamental. you can be oh so fervent and enthusiastic and so dead and idle. but either ways you always exhibit the real person who's inside you, and you never fail to display your true emotions. it's been really nice having you as a friend. when you scream and laugh you hover on the brink of insanity and you are super expressive. jumping, squealing, shouting, smiling ; these are your forte. i'll always have memories of you being crazy, being sentimental, everything. dear pris, i love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lydia&lt;/strong&gt; - you're calling me lao niu every where i go and i can't help but feel happy whenever i see you in school cause you're always smiling and waving at me. aaahhh i love lydia! and you're so entertaining and amusing i remember the days during the camp when i complained about the toilet, and about our sleeping positions, and you and your confining groundsheet actions. you're so hilarious i love it when you're there cause everything you say amuses me and everything you do amuses me too! it has been really really nice though we only talked more after the camp experience. but remember lydia, i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, my very nice juniors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kelly&lt;/strong&gt; -  you crazy woman. shin-hwa must be complete with you and me ain't i right? i miss our squealings over them during patrol corners when they would just stare at us blank eyed and thoroughly un-bemused. it's just that we have too good taste. right? kim tai tai? you don't know how much flavour you've added to guide meetings because we could talk about them who no one else wants to listen about. of course, i miss you now that i've stepped down. i love kim tai tai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natalie&lt;/strong&gt; - you're not allowed to mock my hands. now don't be rude. i have to admit i'd miss &lt;em&gt;a little&lt;/em&gt; of your rantings about her and only her. they were irritating but now i realised that you were just being you. shine in guides okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cassandra&lt;/strong&gt; - as i said, spread this passion you have around and let it infect the people around you. it would be nice to experience and see for myself the aftermath. also, don't get so depressed over all that stuff alright? life still has to go on so live it to the fullest, glorifying Him in everything that you do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole &amp; sophie&lt;/strong&gt; - the two of you have brought me much joy in these 2-3 months. you two have a lot of drive in you, so do your fellow peers. but time spent with the two of you be it on msn, sms-es or patrol interactions, was well spent. i know the two of you aren't quiet people so you had better talk more during patrol meetings the next time. sze ling is a great person so be good. (: i hope you two had found joy in these past months, as much as i had with you two. feel free to talk to me yah. and you don't have to ma'am anymore. isn't that good. saves finger effort. (: i don't get why you people like to call me orbeet cause i find it weird, but you are permitted to. i had fun with the two of you, and i love love love the kingfisher tree. don't you too? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111460237586050750?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111460237586050750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111460237586050750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111460237586050750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111460237586050750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-my-beloveds-in-my-years-of-guiding.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111450598314429328</id><published>2005-04-26T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:59:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye to my fellow guides! you'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i love my dear &lt;strong&gt;kingfisher&lt;/strong&gt;. goodbye and have fun yah? :) please please stay strong as a patrol cause well, kingfisher is the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; right. of course. cause there's wonderful people like nicole d., kelly, nats, cass, nicole, sophie and me! be good and guai to sze ling! :) bye my dears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111450598314429328?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111450598314429328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111450598314429328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111450598314429328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111450598314429328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/bye-to-my-fellow-guides-youll-be.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111427181529647597</id><published>2005-04-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:01:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading jess's post i have this wave of nostalgia. i feel truly blessed to have 28 lovely friends who have accompanied me along this journey in guiding for the 3 and 1/3 years in crescent. true, there were conflicts amongst us but i must say that i'm terribly proud of my peers cause i think we have proven ourselves to have been capable of achievements. we deserve an applause don't we? i thank you who sat in front of the computer and clapped your hands. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of it everyone of them holds a certain unmovable place in my heart cause i've been with them for these 3 or odd years? it's heartwarming to note how we've all grown up in our different ways since we were sec one. sec one seemed like a long long long time back. even though jess renee and i all agreed and are happy to step down, i know we'd miss each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE. WE HAVE TO HAVE A GATHERING AND WE HAVE TO WEAR OUR SEC 4 SHIRT! (though it's a little too huge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm kind of dreading school on monday cause my bag's going to be heavy with full u and canvas shoes and presents and renee's present! aaahhh i like my present for her. it took me about an hour to complete it. (: ahah. and on top of that miss ting gave us a source based question and i doubt i'd be able to complete it. and it's thursday's time table which means lessons end at 3.30pm and rupa will &lt;strong&gt;drag&lt;/strong&gt;. once she drags i'd be officially late and i cannot change into the guide uniform in like 5 minutes i need at least 10. so the pressing time limitations are driving me up the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hang on i'm worrying about things which need my worrying &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. but i don't like to be late and i don't feel good to allow people to wait for me. oh well since i'm always waiting for people it feels a little odd. and queasy. okay whatever off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway jess and renee and i were SUPER SLACK today. but we don't care. we took neos with edwyna and qiwei. haha so funny. and we decorated 10 pics but could only choose 4. toot la. then me and jess and pq took with rachel, karen, carey, sam, amanda, jocelyn. wah we were cramming like crazy and it was hectic. and sorry! i deleted the you-know-what. renee was about to kill me le. haha. but i'm safe and sound! but we slacked like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! geyi and obiang bought me a belated belated super belated birthday present. exactly two months belated. haha. they got me this handphone cover with a pig in front since my phone's a flip phone. HAHA. they wanted to get the frog at first. O.O. but thank you obiang and geyi!!! love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah renee is so spastic la. she was trying to _________ jess in one of the neos. she looks like a three year old child deprived of LOVE. wahahahah jess! the more i look at it the more ridiculous it looks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111427181529647597?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111427181529647597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111427181529647597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111427181529647597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111427181529647597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/after-reading-jesss-post-i-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111418104853073591</id><published>2005-04-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T07:45:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been told that the school keeps track of our blogs?! hello that's like totally not respecting our privacy. school takes up like 70% of our time and energy and even our stagnant life online is scrutinised and sought after. what a free world this is. how totally contradicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something i don't get about the school system. why must silent readings be only english books?! i've been keeping this inside me for a long long time cause even back then in primary school there was a day when we could read our mother tongue books. if there is a need to improve on english then where's the need to improve on chinese? i seriously think mondays should be english book days and fridays mother tongue book days. plus, we have more english periods than chinese periods. where's the impartiality here? yes. english is a first language but both &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; as important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes ms ting was so hilarious today. she should just buy a portable fan and errr. carry it every where she goes. and she's so childish please. she saw geraldine's jack-jack notebook and went, "so cute!!!" then she asked us where she could buy this incredibles totebag. erbs. how old is she? apparently &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; 65. you're supposed to teach us not to lie, you know? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr lim's in love with the two dustpans in our class. he uses it every time he's on the topic of magnetism. and of course, of course, mr lim, how can a bar magnet conquer the dustpan? it's a dustpan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wah oral was urgh. URGH. it's not fair they got an easier picture. who would know what's with the camels and being barefoot. everyone had different stories. &lt;s&gt;poor teachers&lt;/s&gt;. stop setting such hard stuff! and mr siow's jacket. aiyoh i used to wear those when i was in primary one. mr siow ah mr siow. and parading around in __________ doesn't tell me many positive things about you, just so to let you know. and for chinese mdm tan told me to slow down cause when i talk so fast she'd get nervous. huh. why would she get nervous. hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we've got &lt;strong&gt;LOADS&lt;/strong&gt; of homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111418104853073591?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111418104853073591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111418104853073591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111418104853073591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111418104853073591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-been-told-that-school-keeps-track.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111400441458607121</id><published>2005-04-20T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T06:40:14.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shoots a maths is driving me up the wall. and my tutor give me a lot of work. oh shucks i'm screwed for today's chem test. lit i hope not. HOPE NOT. and it's okay cass i'm not angry anymore. it's not just you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid year topics for sec fours:&lt;br /&gt;chinese: everything from sec 1-4.&lt;br /&gt;e maths : ditto.&lt;br /&gt;a maths: chapter 2 - 20.2&lt;br /&gt;biology: chapter 2 - 20.&lt;br /&gt;physics: chapter 1 - 19.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: chapter 1 - 21?! (not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;elective geog: the entire book.&lt;br /&gt;social studies: chapters 1-4. (4/6 of the book.)&lt;br /&gt;literature: whole of BSD and AVFTB (supposed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you call this life, you are so right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111400441458607121?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111400441458607121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111400441458607121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111400441458607121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111400441458607121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/shoots-maths-is-driving-me-up-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111390069121230420</id><published>2005-04-19T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:51:31.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M RUDDY SICK OF WASTING MONEY ON COUNTLESS OF USELESS MESSAGES THAT BRING NO FORTHCOMING INTIATIVE AND ACTIONS. PLEASE STOP MAKING ME PISSED OFF AT YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111390069121230420?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111390069121230420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111390069121230420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111390069121230420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111390069121230420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-ruddy-sick-of-wasting-money-on_19.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111355927946624025</id><published>2005-04-15T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T03:01:19.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i made a discovery today. carissa's racht's cousin. and they knew each other like only this year. for about 2 months since the start of chinese new year. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aiyoh that raseena takes eons to choose a water bottle. when she finally did it was a dark blue nalgene one which costs 21 dollars. i'd never spend that kind of money. then we went to mac's cause we were tempted by the ice cream. what that guy's problem la. the cream on my cone was largely barren as compared to others la. what lousy skills are those. tsssk. and ain't i &lt;em&gt;powderful&lt;/em&gt;? completed bio tys 3.4 in a matter of a few minutes. wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111355927946624025?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111355927946624025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111355927946624025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111355927946624025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111355927946624025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-made-discovery-today.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111340255344130861</id><published>2005-04-13T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T07:39:31.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't blogged since sunday. oh right. monday then. but is there a rule as a must to blog everyday? okay i'm asking myself the obvious. oh well. i guess only sophie does that. haha. sophie you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog everyday. almost anyway. and they're like narrative recounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. had bio test today. never seen such a challenging mcq in my life for biology. half of the questions on there were mind-boggling questions that required brain juice to churn to produce a result of some kind. of course, i used the isabelle logic and some nonsensical sensibility to answer them. i am like how dead. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hor lynn. weird that you use my tagboard to tag to others. i find it highly odd. create a blog la. then people can go there and kaypoh. hah. since you guys like to flood so much you should create a blog then all of you can flood it together. oh well. pardon me if i'm a little nonsensical today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah and cassandra ah. please la. lollipops are not worth a crime. of course i have my reaons for giving it to them and nats didn't complain and whine so there's no need to. understood. like what's a lollipop in proportion to your allowance? nothing much right. i'm not a lollipop dispenser thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm relieved that we're stepping down next next monday. which means four more meetings including tomorrow's and that day's. but it's so close to common test i don't know if they'd let us carry it out. at least that's what prisc said. makes sense. oh well. i want to step down. i want to go home early on mondays and thursdays. on saturdays mrs rupa makes us come back and please. teachers love piling homework over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. we don't have a life what. our weekends are not packed what. tuitions, church activities, cca commitments (like the st. luke's flag day. grrrr). on top of that we have a chinese test every monday and mock exam every tuesday and loads and loads of homework. is not a sec four's life stressing? and we get nagged at when we use the computer for a little-over-a-while. we get told off when we want to go out with our friends even for a simple movie. or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel a sense of urgency with the chinese 'o's a little more than a month away. somehow i'm not stressed. maybe because i like chinese i feel no pressure and stress when revising for it. but oh well. that is not the over-arching reason. okay i'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; doing social studies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw but i'll miss guide meetings. and the company of my fellow sec fours. before we took over the company i couldn't say we were close. but taking over made us bond and now we're all comfortable with one another. it's a really great feeling cause we always have fun together wherever we are. and kingfisher. ho. weird but i feel a sense of attachment to bougainvillea too. i can't help it cause i spent 1.5 years in bougainvillea. was trying hard to hold back my tears when i was transferred to kingfisher. but still, yes. i like my patrol. more like i like my patrol members. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole&lt;/strong&gt; is the hyper-active and ever crazy person with lame jokes. i think she's very individualistic and she's her and uneasily wavered by the opinions of others. she carves herself out to be who she wants to be. i admire that trait. &lt;strong&gt;kelly&lt;/strong&gt; is one insane person crazy about koreans like i am, and she's super silly and spastic too. but as berserk as she may be, we're still the only ones who can talk about shinhwa and tvfxq while the rest stare at us and our over-reactive enthusiasm. &lt;strong&gt;xinyuan&lt;/strong&gt;. ah i miss her. she's so funny and cute. when she laughs she looks like a little girl. but this little girl is in nj now! awww i miss xinyuan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natalie&lt;/strong&gt; is an over obsessed person. though she can be a little too overboard she's still rather enjoyable to talk to. she mocks my hand. and that's not too good. uh-oh. &lt;strong&gt;cassandra&lt;/strong&gt; is ego to the limits. but then she's ever persuasive and has this undying energy and love for guides and the people around her. loves smiley faces though i don't see how smiley faces can actually brighten someone's day when they're totally reverted and it takes a bit of neck-straining for the slower human race to decipher what it exactly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the two who joined the group this year. &lt;strong&gt;nicole&lt;/strong&gt; is a nut. she looks meek and gentle but phroaw. she's not. she can be scary and when she starts to interrogate she gets super perked up and i start to edge to the end of my chair. but well, she's an over-reactive and over-enthusiastic person. when she looks cold she looks really cold. but when she smiles, she's a nice girl. hoho. and last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;sophie&lt;/strong&gt; who claims she isn't cute. well if people tell you that, you should take it as a compliment. it's better than living in self-denial. ho. she's one person who, as far as my limited comprehension skills go, may i say, has a vivacious personality. like nicole, when she sits there you might think she'd cry any second. but haha. when she smiles she looks super cheeky you never know what would come next. she's basically long-winded. types entries as though they were essays. hur. (but i think i'm like her too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i feel happier now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111340255344130861?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111340255344130861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111340255344130861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111340255344130861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111340255344130861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/havent-blogged-since-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111312690979332165</id><published>2005-04-10T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:55:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! hoho. i'm hyper. nono. i was hyper yesterday. it was a super busy day but then. you see. morning i went to school all thanks to geraldine cheang who didn't return me my chinese stuff. then i couldn't study. then i had to rush back for a maths tuition. i love logarithm to the core now. it's darn fun. :) and yes. then when i got home at one i was trying to chiong home work. e maths and biology and more e maths and a maths 19.1 can you believe i knew how to do all the questions except for the second part of question 13. it must be the power and peace of mind that the Lord has granted to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. victoria campfire. met piao piao at westmall bk. she's super auntie. oh well. then we took geyi's dad's car to victoria. karen carey ashikin and jocelyn were already there. then we went to the toilet. karen took a good five minutes in there la. i was done, then janice was done, then geyi was done and she came out after all of us were done. let's clap for her. then carey was hoarding the mirror. no wonder they're identical twins. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;then when we went out all of them were there. and victoria took a long time to get settled and we actually had the time to play water bottle game and take a few videos of the ten ah lian poses during the time we were waiting. haha. then we walked in. miss azlin said the architecture of the school's nice. they spent loads and were met with so many complains from the parents of the schools. there's like a mini koi pond please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then campfire started. the emcees. hoho. alright. i thought the way they did their fire was rather errr. primitive. okay. we were enthu and high and i was very high. like some maniac. first and last campfire of this year please. okay. my dad was still complaining that i kept going to campfires. hello. this is the first and the last of this year. considered very little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was laughing at miss azlin when she was doing the mapole. then she hit me twice. aiyoh her actions are damn funny. oh okay i was mad. &lt;strong&gt;but!&lt;/strong&gt; she was worse okay. during the games we had to guess the title and artiste. then there were so many songs she said she know she know she know but cannot remember. tsk tsk. then there was this classic jazz piece (it sounded classic and jazz to me anyway. who cares what it is. it's just a famous piece.) then she was saying she knew she knew. then i went kenny rogers then she started laughing and pointing at me. then she said kenny g. then i said not kenny rogers mah. i thought it's him. then she laughed super high pitched. then she kept pointing at me and laughing. we were laughing like two maniacs and when i looked back at her she pointed at me and laughed &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. she said kenny rogers was a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing because the incident was funny. i was laughing because she pointed at me and laughed. she looks darn comical doing that. oh well. then sheryl was asking what's so funny and she didn't think it was funny. then maknenek laughed again la. she &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; laugh boy. she said i looked very confident of my answer. aye of course. must say what you think is right mah. kenny rogers the cowboy? isn't it the restaurant at suntec? oh well. whatever. i laughed like mad during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was peace. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vs is blind la. they awarded best item to dunman high. hello. what were they doing? it's just some gimmick what. enterprising to be different. but there were so many flaws in their perf. oh right. maybe i'm biased. but vs is biased. and cedar won best supporting. but they are always very supporting anyway so i'm not too surprised about that. argh they are blind blind blind. or have they forgotten that crescent &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; perform? tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i'll miss campfires. and all the other guides. we were so high yesterday and we took a group picture before leaving the school compound. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111312690979332165?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111312690979332165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111312690979332165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111312690979332165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111312690979332165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111297202913649464</id><published>2005-04-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:53:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's talk about the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember nothing much about wednesday. oh yes. i finished watching a moment to remember. the ending's so sweet and aww. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass run :/&lt;br /&gt;then the lessons were alright. and then it was guides. it's ah lian day worzxzxzx. oh yucks such vocabulary pollute my blog but still, we were having lots of fun doing the ten ah lian poses plus the oh-so-revolting "wo shi xu chun mei" -acts demure. ahh yes. was playing water bottle game with nic during patrol corner cause they were all so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sophie and nicole loaned us their bottles. :) so we were having fun. i only learnt it a while before that and i could play. proud of me? oh well. so we played and we played and i flooded the place. oops. renee laughed her head off. and geyi was laughing in pain. hoho. then it was time to teach the sec threes twos and ones the ten ah lian poses! ho. funny. but it was better when me saratri renee soph pris and i don't remember who else were doing it together. we went beserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and janice's dad fetched peiqi soph sheryl geyi to queensway. so there were like 5 of us sitting at the back seat and janice was domineering the front seat. when they got off the car, ventilation was made possible. anyway when the car was down the slope pris was like some mad woman waving and laughing to us who were in the car. and it was ah lian language worzxzx during the journey. wah i lorbx the ah lian language worzxzx. so nice siazx. oh yucks yucks yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese we did last year's 'o' level paper. bio was in the classroom. physics was lab. social studies were two tests and i'm dead for both. then it was maths d on probability. rather enjoyable. maths d is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just have to bring up the point that the toilets in west mall are super vandalised. i love blah and blah and he don't love me blah and blah and all the vulgarities and all the rubbish. what's wrong with all these people. correction: lovelorn people. and on the way to my tutor's house the whole bus was packed with ______ people. it was rather unbearable. it's lian to the extremes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extremes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i hope the vs campfire won't spoil whatever's left of my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111297202913649464?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111297202913649464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111297202913649464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111297202913649464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111297202913649464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-talk-about-past-three-days_08.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111270182620623123</id><published>2005-04-05T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T04:53:40.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging. but i've been slacking. like, majorly.&lt;br /&gt;i went to buy new shoes yesterday and only managed my tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;i watched a moment to remember today and am doing a maths now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a total slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh. actually sitting at the back of the class isn't that bad. but i was so sleepy that i slept when mrs rupa gave us a two minute break then she called my name and i got a shock. i was actually sleeping through maznah and maxie's enactment of eddie and beatrice. no idea why. just terribly sleepy. then she went, "you weren't like that when you were sitting in front."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i was okay. i slept when i sat in front too. maybe it's her voice. maybe... oh well. i don't know. and the english class test. woah. i wrote as if i had all the capital in the world. &lt;em&gt;reinvent and rejuvenate the empty garage to house the party&lt;/em&gt;. what rubbish. but i write super fast cause there was still like a good 15 minutes after i finished my assignment. oh well. that's one good thing about tamil handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fast, neat, and yes. just terribly neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i was watching dongwan on x-man on sunday night. i laughed till i went hysterical. aye. almost every teacher (okay maybe not) commented about the change of places. miss azlin was asking me why i was sitting at the back. aye. what can i do? mr loh la. but he treated us to pizze. some pizza place that has never been heard of. pizza de france. erbs. but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, duh. better than the food in the lousy canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with chapter 18. i don't get it eh. argh i detest sin cos tan sec cosec cotan. so irritating. tsk. why did they have to come up with all this junk to torture people with brains of no &lt;strong&gt;maths matter&lt;/strong&gt; like me? please. i can't stand it. neither can i stand people who aces both the maths without even the need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheryl teo don't you dare ask me to sit. and don't call me that everytime you see me. such an urgh name. okay. this has been the umpteenth time i've told you that. i shall stop. and you shall too yah? (pi nods.) good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111270182620623123?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111270182620623123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111270182620623123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111270182620623123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111270182620623123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111235882966293415</id><published>2005-04-01T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:39:06.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously i love my class to bits. :) we won we won we won!!! we won the highest walkathon collection for the sec four level, and and and we won the costume competition across all levels! you had no idea how high i was. screaming like some maniac. they were like... "drumroll please." and the winner is... "the clowns from 4S1!!!" aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. glass would have shattered. sorry if i'm being a drama queen here but yah. i'm just tremendously proud for my dear classmates. :) they were all so cute and clowny, the ones who went all out to paint their faces clown-ish. awww i love my class. i was so scared then i looked at jess and she was telling me that we would win. yay we won! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the presents for the highest walkathon collection were super ring, cheese balls, oreos and chupa chups. plus this big obiang basket. wah cheapskate la. but still, we won! and we made mr loh carry it back to class. AHAH. and i thought i saw him on the verge of crying. he told us repeatedly that he was "very proud of us". of course. 4S1 eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lim cheated our feelings. he postponed the test yet again. wah i want to die already la. anyway ah ne and i were helping sell lays and ruffles. at first it was okay. then it got boring. we coerced teachers to buy from us. and being the nice them, miss karen tan and mrs tang and mr lim bought all three. haha. and that cassandra ah i don't know what's so nice about those chips seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and samantha she made me buy her a drink. belated birthday present. and then ran off with an extra forty cents. grrrrr kwan. anyway i squandered eight dollars away today by giving treats and buying food to share with the fellow sec fours. hah. ah i loved the bronte mascot. the green frog was so cute la why didn't they win la? they did so many silly songs and dances which were so cute i couldn't stop laughing. curie won la so samantha should be over the moon. haha humpty dumpty. scotchtape couldn't work. staplers couldn't work. only curie glue could mend humpty dumpty. okayy. me and renee were laughing like mad when they did the dance. wah it was ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mending and selling chips is boring please. stand there and smile at those who come and dig the box for change. the coins were hard to grab you know. then we were slacking around and talking and talking and bored. then the sec ones ah walk up and down up and down not sian de ah? take picture some more ah. i fell for it la. sad. i think it was rachel who went 'orbeet ma'am' then i turned cause well, i just did. involuntary action. then click! you're on candid camera! aiyoh if you all really want to take pictures tell us la then we take with you. it's scary like that you know. and i have a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then geyi chiewyong subing tzeyuen vivien renee jess yuxiu and sheryl were playing some water bottle game. and they attracted a good half of the canteen la. not loud what. still ask me to take video. jess ah, i know i am a good videographer. you're welcome. :) the rhythm was like woah and i pity the poor ice mountains. by now they'd be reduced to rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and miss josephine tan was yucks just now in the hall. gay or what. changing the name to maria the maid would be nicer. josephine sounds too nice already. and i liked the 4S3 item even though not all of them were from 4S3. it was nice. esp the donovan, cheeky and etc part. 我们早上是 student, 晚上是 sister. damn funny and cute i could have laughed my head off judging by the way i laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's mr lee's birthday today and whatever he wore was not for the occasion cause he looked urgh. i mean the shirt was just not complimenting. and he chose to wear it on his birthday. aiyoh. what's wrong with teachers nowadays. the fact is that they don't even run on mass run days but they like to don nike and adidas and fila all over their bodies. it's rather outrageous. oh well the ultimate's ___________ with her pink dress. yucks yucks yucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crescentian day wasn't as bad as i thought it would be, that's all. and stupid sheryl teo don't ___________ everywhere if not you're &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111235882966293415?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111235882966293415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111235882966293415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111235882966293415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111235882966293415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/04/seriously-i-love-my-class-to-bits.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111227522743333334</id><published>2005-03-31T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:27:08.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surprise surprise. &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't blog yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;and sadistic mr loh moved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE WAY TO THE LAST ROW&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;"no la, isabelle you're tall." &lt;br /&gt;tall? look at jo hsuan and tell me &lt;strong&gt;i'm tall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i detest sitting at the back of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot concentrate that well.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot see the whiteboard and screen clearly.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like sitting behind! &lt;br /&gt;there's no sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite a bit of a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;i rock my chair. i might just end up-&lt;br /&gt;on the floor. &lt;em&gt;sprawled&lt;/em&gt;. wow.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful sight to behold. &lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh argh argh. and it's a one month trial. nice of him to say that huh. thanks for changing a totally new environment for me before the mid-year exams. i think i was the only unlucky one who lost out, by moving &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; freaking rows down. i'm pissed pissed pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe. anyway i got two belated belated belated presents yesterday. a purple notebook with a jay picture from shuwen and a billabong wallet and card from amira, geraldine, raseena, huey, julie, racht, jennifer, melodie, maxie/yiling and vaish. :) haha they couldn't find the wallet so they passed me the money and i chose it for myself. actually kayda chose it. i made her go with me to choose it. what to do. kayda has &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; taste. hor, kayda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i got 'a moment to remember' dvd from hsuan! can you tell how excited i was? ahaha. and that sheryl teo was trying to shake my arm off my joint when she saw it in kong hoon's hands. wah i want my arm okay you maknenek. and it's director's cut! a full 2 and 1/2 hours! everybody, scream!!! hsuan told me that in class and i wanted to scream but i decided i couldn't. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was late for guides cause mrs rupa ended at 3.45. and when i was walking towards the guide den the sec twos were there doing footdrill. i &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; i heard someone tsk me when i walked past them. oh well. if you do not think i deserve your respect let me tell you you don't deserve mine either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the guide den we were talking and i was irritating dear lydia with cyndi's honey. ahaha so fun. she's so funny. then patrol interaction. please la it was quite a torture to only interact with natalie and hear her _____________ talk. she needs to ask people how many cupcakes she should bake her _____________. natalie please. oh man. i prefer geraldine. haha. :) and stupid nats keeps going so cute and covering her face with her cheeks. you're the ultimate. obsession to the brink of insanity. mad mad mad. sorry ah nats but you are the ultimate, aside from another piao-piao. "of course, i'm the ultimate chio-bu." i &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; need to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay then it was sing-a-long and as usual we were outside at the study pavilion. oh man they're getting sick. and and and i was high la. cause i can be excused from the disgusting bringal shirt. thanks to janice! yay i love piao-piao! and after taps there was a mini sec four meeting. seriously miss azlin laughs at everything. she laughs too easily. so even when she tries to be serious in the midst of being surrounded by laughter, she can't do it. :) she's so slack la! sitting on the chair going through the english weekend homework with us. aiyo. but it's ok. maknenek's nice. and i didn't expect her to accept me within a day. that was fast. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111227522743333334?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111227522743333334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111227522743333334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111227522743333334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111227522743333334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/surprise-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111210696292867045</id><published>2005-03-29T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T07:03:23.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoohum. lydia if you're reading this, stay optimistic! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sort of dreading pe but then when it came, miss tay was alright and nice. but she IS nice so yah. nice. yay. i like her. i like her height even more. a maths was dead. i understood nothing. absolutely nothing about what mr loh was trying to prove. haha. do i care? no. and then pe was stair case chase. it's not that bad actually but after doing four times i was sweating PROFUSELY. aiyah. sad. we did seven times anyway. all within time limit. WE ARE FIT OKAY. yes! i love my class. :) and thanks to melinda our class tshirt design wows me. and the rest of the class. and they were so cute when they wore their clown outfits. yinxi and her professor look. racht and her watermelon look. WAHAHA. and and and grace and her uncle look. she's so poor thing la. but she's so cute too. i love 4S1. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes anyway geog was alright. so was maths d. and mr lee is so kind and nice to us to make the whole class stay back for e maths INTENSIVE revision. which literally means making use of the remedial slot for extra lessons. i know every teacher loves S1 but you can express it in other ways like bringing us chocolates rather than making us give up our wednesday afternoons. sigh. but it's okay. e maths is still better than a maths. and i finished my tuition homework! two qns i have no idea as to how to do though. no. i know how to do but not how to get the answer. &lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during recess natalie sold her chocolate i-don't-know-what. it's fifty cents and nice. chocolatey. exactly what the lousy canteen lacked. chocolatey! it was sweet and nice and brownie-ish and chocolate-ish. okay. it's just nice. yes nats you can start a chocolate confectionery. just need more practice. :) and then it was literature. i think raseena hueyhuey maxie yiling and i were more talking amongst ourselves. HAHA. lit is a nice subject but sometimes it gets boring la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maknenek didn't come today. awww. get well soon miss azlin! when there's no english it's a good thing cause there's free period and free period means chaos and slacking and &lt;s&gt;handphones&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;music&lt;/s&gt; and laughter and chatting. it's a bad thing because that's like the nicest lesson of all the lessons and it had to be her who wasn't here. &lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was watching some performances and i've officially fallen in love with the i pray for you dance. nice is the understatement. and shinhwa looks good in pink you know. esp &lt;em&gt;minwoo&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;dongwan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;u&gt;junjin&lt;/u&gt;. hyesung is like URGH. his face and pink doesn't match. i suggest he stick to light blue and plastic lens-less specs. he looks cute with those. i know most people have no idea who i'm talking about so yah. eric and andy errr. i prefer seeing andy in a chicken suit. AND I LOVE SEEING &lt;strong&gt;KIM JAE WON&lt;/strong&gt; IN HIS &lt;u&gt;spidey&lt;/u&gt;-SPIDERMAN SUIT. a -coughs WONDERFUL sight to behold. and the spastic policeman! oh man i need to breathe. go watch wonderful life episode 1. you get the idea. eugene kim and kim jae won filming in singapore. awwwww. i like i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111210696292867045?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111210696292867045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111210696292867045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111210696292867045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111210696292867045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/hoohum.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111201977625701606</id><published>2005-03-28T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:25:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was she pms-ing today or what. it's just not knowing that it was full u and she had to scream and shout at her in front of the whole company and a good number of other students. i mean she totally respects her what. what's wrong with a little reprimanding? it's not as though her voice is so mousy that she can't hear her. if there is a need to pms do it somewhere else. stop venting your anger and abusing your authority. forgetting is NOT a sin. it's human nature to be forgetful sometimes. can't she learn to be more forgiving? i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons today. i'm quite surprised by the chinese mini test. i didn't put in much effort. just saturday night. and i got 123/128. she gave me a star. but of course zhao lao shi only draws stars, she doesn't own a chop. haha. oh well. nice of the teachers to make me study social studies and physics and NOT give the test. thanks to the majority of the class too. i mean i woke up early and pressured myself to study when i could have done other things but... well forget it. life is just &lt;u&gt;unfair&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever said that i never looked forward to chemistry practicals? i hate it when i'm heating something and she finds some faults in it and announces it to the whole class by speaking it into her always-round-the-neck mike. her gaze is not penetrating but she knows like 98% of chemistry while i know like only 20% so it's super scary. anyway i sat with joanne today at the third row. life's a little better there. i like physics practical! dawn and yueqi were laughing away when mr lim helped me get the line of best fit. funny meh. tsssskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i guess we sec 4 guides are so slack that they really have to make us do something. what's wrong with slacking? can't we just take it as a rest from a whole day's worth of lessons? AYE. so what. we're going to do profi badges (my favourite man) and footdrill and more profi badges (wah i love it so much) and footdrill. guide meetings are not worth my looking forward to anymore. wah i can't stand outdoor cooking too. oh well. what can i say. i doubt they'll care about my opinions anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to finish half of my tuition homework. which was like 6/13 questions on binomal theorem. oh man i feel so sleepy now. and i'm going for VS campfire. my aim: to scream my lungs out for chien ru, sheryl, jessica and nicole. the only campfire i'd be going, my last. it had better be fun or else they'd ruin my entire sunday morning. like wow i told my dad and he was like campfire again. oh no. the previous two were compulsory ones so by hook or by crook i'm going for this! :) i hope maknenek comes along instead of oh well it's rather obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111201977625701606?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111201977625701606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111201977625701606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111201977625701606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111201977625701606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/was-she-pms-ing-today-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111191043621765913</id><published>2005-03-27T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:00:36.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch i feel like dying. as in physically and emotionally. sorry if my last entry was a little harsh. maybe some of you had read it and felt like killing me. but i tend to be a little too subjective sometimes and if it has really offended you, then i'm sorry. but i'm not perfect, neither are you. there are many many things we have to change about ourselves, and i have many too, but it'd just be far too embarrassing to list them down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the programme for tomorrow is not up there yet. i can't check back later. what am i suppossed to do? aye. actually coming to think of it guide meetings get better and better. there might be some people whom i might not be able to tolerate, but i realised that they need not tolerate me too. i guess i have to try to be more impartial and break those so-called silent barriers around myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm in the mood for typing, i get affected really easily. i get super turned off by vulgarities. i get emotional super easily too. more often than not when i feel like crying i'll just swallow it in. when i get hyper well, there's no ends to showing it but when i'm displeased it's pretty obvious. i just tsssked this guy blocking my way in kfc just now and realised that i had done a bad thing. unpolite and inconsiderate. sometimes when i'm too overwhelmed myself i tend to disregard the feelings of others and regret my actions only after some scar or wound ; physical or emotional, has been left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a rotten person. proud too. strongly competitive. people and their thoughts and their views affect me so much that i'm shaky and fickle with my decisions most of the time. i think i shouldn't be like that should i? i don't know how many strangers read my rantings, but honestly, even if i present myself as though everything is going well, my world can be truly topsy-turvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. that was a whole chunk of personal things. i used to think that people around me were superficial and shallow back then in primary school. that point has been proven wrong time and again, time and again. you know, what makes everything go around? people. it's amazing you can fix this wonderful party and this wondeful function and that wonderful campfire, all in the hands of people. but of course, the Almighty overlooks it and blesses it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that when people commit mistakes, i have to learn to be forgiving, i have to be able to accept people's flaws. that's something which i find enormously hard. i'm also enveloped in a world of my own, with my own ideas, with my way of doing things, and more often than not, even if i get what i want, i won't be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, i'm subjective, but i have to learn to be more practical and objective. i'm arrogant, i need some humility to override it. sometimes i get irrational too. that word doesn't belong only in literature texts. and i don't blend well and talk well with people i'm unfamiliar with, because. i'm not the kind who would go up to you and go, "hello! what's your name?" you know i don't have this personality. i'm not as extroverted as i might seem. i don't feel comfortable talking to new people, it takes a while for me to warm up. why i'm saying all this is because this is a side of me that often is mistaken as being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. what is happening to me today. i just feel weird. and my friend asked me if i wanted to go to hong kong to shop with her. she sounded as though her parents would sponsor her on the entire trip. sometimes we have to really think about how old we are and how much of the world we really know before we even say anything. i just think it's absurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111191043621765913?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111191043621765913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111191043621765913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111191043621765913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111191043621765913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/ouch-i-feel-like-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111166744376642425</id><published>2005-03-24T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T06:03:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't think i can take the mentality and the perverted-ness of some people. it's scary and it brings about so many bad bad bad impressions. looks ARE downright deceiving. some people may look all good and nice but they do such things and blaspheme so much. it's overbearing and the trend is picking up with the younger generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's you i'm talking about then it might jolly well be. under the huge bird-shit disposer i learnt a lot a lot and well, what can i say? some people just do not deserve our respect. if you refuse to do it because you thnk it's stupid, then either shout it out or get lost. it's not nice to be shouting all the time and losing voices and patience and all you get is the immense eye-rolling from someone that shouldn't be giving you that treatment. if we get irked and do not show it take it as that we have some limit of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't go around disobeying orders when they're given to you and expected of you. it's not always impartial to hear things from just one side of the story, but more often than not, one side is more than enough to convince people. what audacity. you know you're not blind and you're not deaf so do not act that way. it's easy to treat you as though you are one. it just won't be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i don't have the power to do anything. i just feel that it's rather ridiculous. ridiculous that things are starting to get a little weird and unpredictable. scary too. it's like its some new phenomenon taking over some thing i have no power of describing. forget it. i'm just largely displeased and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides today was _________. for one thing i'd say that most of the people in the company don't get the gist of the word deadline. for whatsoever reason i said that there's no reason for elaboration. and there isn't much cohesiveness and co-operation. if you think being programmers are easy then YOU jolly well go up there and lead the company. if you think not opening your golden mouths and keeping all the air inside is going to be good for you then it is. if you do not enjoy it at least make the best out of it. will singing a few lines of a silly song endanger your life? cause you to have a sore throat? if the zest is not going to be there then nothing's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because things aren't enforced that's why people take it lightly with the tendency to overlook it as something of minor importance. or perhaps they didn't get a taste of what it felt like to be punished and scolded. singing is supposed to be something enjoyable. sing-a-long is a session for you to open your mouths and get your rigid jaws some exercise and to get the songs into your head. if you know no songs and the melody which goes with them then what are you a guide for? what would you be doing during campfires? it's not that you don't sing. it's the attitude you put behind singing. if you think singing a silly song embarrasses you, then would not the programmers feel worse? they are the ones who have to overcome this and sing in order for a demonstration. and you repay them with the 0.00005% of zest and enthusiasm. that is so not going to work. when you become programmers, good luck. i think you would need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111166744376642425?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111166744376642425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111166744376642425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111166744376642425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111166744376642425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-think-i-can-take-mentality-and.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111140870945870629</id><published>2005-03-21T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T04:38:29.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people get on my nerves. you and you and you. if you think the song is childish then you jolly well come out and lead the company. if you think you're pro then haha. YOU ARE. so totally pro. if you think rolling eyes work then you jolly well roll and roll and roll them. someday they'd get stuck up there and refuse to roll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111140870945870629?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111140870945870629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111140870945870629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111140870945870629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111140870945870629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-people-get-on-my-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111131389846627535</id><published>2005-03-20T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T02:18:18.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously give up on the aunties who try their utmost to look young. they look horrid instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111131389846627535?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111131389846627535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111131389846627535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111131389846627535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111131389846627535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-seriously-give-up-on-aunties-who-try.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111114383694827786</id><published>2005-03-18T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:09:30.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha lydia got benefits not ah. what benefits you want? your big name in my entry? like &lt;strong&gt;YAY LYDIA I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; :). like that? haha. aye i can't speak korean for nuts la. though i like it a lot. ahahaha. anyway i don't get a thing about the hello in bengali thing ah. looks like erm. haha. never mind. i can't stand it you're so funny! and admit it la, i know you love my blog. yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renee taiiii!!! rare to see you tagging ok! hah. i think i'm honoured. i think you have only tagged like three times? yes. so rare! oh man. must treasure. haha. i know la. i saw you in her list la. actually sheryl and i have a plan but then it's too scandalous to type it down here so i shall tell you on monday. hahaha. but then she knows you what. she doesn't know me. and why must you type together as 2gether. i thought some loyal shinhwa fan came to tell me about their song. ahhh!!! okay off-track. and yes la. all your fault. you were the one who made me high cause you said nat camp. wah. then i highed my way through. all your fault la you see. people think i'm a maniac i even sat on the floor trying to contain my laughter then they encircled me ok. tsssskkk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kelly ah. aye i put the hotmail mv there yesterday eh. if you saw it before woo! can go so high. cause hero and xiah there, super super super cute. ahh yes. minwoo ah. haha. i don't really care. but you must watch xmen. i laughed until i can die. se7en? sorry la. shinhwa and tvfxq and ftts only hor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning i woke up at eleven. sorry la i didn't even know my maid tried to wake me up at ten. i didn't even dream. then when i woke up i was thinking, "they're all at harbourfront now". then i received a message from jess at 8.40 to ask me if i could go with her there. sorry ah jess i was sleeping. but then oh well. not going helped me. i forced myself to sit at the table to do literature. and then when it came to b(ii) i couldn't take it i went to the clubhouse to do. along with the chinese holiday assignment. and i'm proud to say &lt;strong&gt;i've finished all holiday homework&lt;/strong&gt;! it's not much of a feat since it's already friday. but still, yeah. it took me three hours of diligence and goodwill to complete the ruddy lit qn and the two chinese compos. overshot the time limit, but i'm not going to care la. considering that there was some length in them. yes! i'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then there's still chinese to learn! 25-33. argh. but at least it's chinese and not some other subject. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: after reading this through i realised that i have to get rid of my &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;s, &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;s and... yah. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111114383694827786?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111114383694827786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111114383694827786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111114383694827786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111114383694827786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha-lydia-got-benefits-not-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111106417396301871</id><published>2005-03-17T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T05:06:39.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching shinhwa and some other extra people on xmen last night. it was in the dead of the night and i was chuckling on the bed with the tablet in front of me. although i don't understand a single thing they're saying their actions are so funny and the whole house was still and my dad told me he heard me laughing like a maniac this morning. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. the two fat guys were so stupid. jun jin was woah! and minwoo. HAHA. and dong wan got rejected by the same girl twice. please auntie you won't find a better man! and there was this part they had to carry a girl/their partner. most of the shinhwa guys got girls. dongwan was carried by this bespectacled man. first group out. dumb. the way they fell. and the two fat guys carrying one another was the ultimate. i laughed until i wanted to run into the toilet. they had to squat and stand but they could do neither. their faces was so contorted in pain trying to hold the other guy there so as to not fall. ultimate ultimate. i laughed until tears flowed like some leaking tap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched robots today! it's such a hilarious show. i loved the hit me baby one more time part. dumb to the core but so stupid too! ahh i like i like. my father sponsored me and my brother and my sister and the three of us squandered about 47 dollars away on the movie and popcorn and lunch. haha. never mind, these things are rare. they happen only once a year. yay i love my dad and my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sentosa trip. if i go my parents won't be too happy and i won't feel too secure. i'm not a party animal. i don't like parties, neither am i the kind who would go somewhere streamed with people i do not know well and force myself to fit in. what's the point of inwardly killing myself? if i go for the sentosa trip i'd waste loads of money out of my pocket and lots of time. plus my father tomorrow off it won't be nice gallivanting outside when he obviously wants to bring us out. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully i don't really like sentosa. it's impractical and far and there's nothing there i haven't seen. the beach's so freaking polluted and salty and friday will see streams of people. luo yi bu jue you know. if i went the whole time i'd be worrying about my mother scolding me when i came back, and when i go to bed at night i'd be thinking of the money that i had squandered away foolishly. but it's a sec four guides outing. it would be a pity to miss it. talk about destress i'm not very stressed. i get stressed up easily and i destress easily too. argh. my father was saying it'd be so hot and everything what's the point of going? i agree too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not nice letting my friends down. but i doubt they would have less fun without me there. i'm not a clown anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the speculation about the sec 4s stepping down. there's still one more month! equivalent to 8 more guide meetings and a few more chances to hear 'good morning ma'ams'. some of them think we're blind and deaf. there are some sec twos who blatantly refuse to open their golden mouth. the sec one cohort this year's daring. i shall comment no further. i love the sec three batch. :) and of course i love the sec four batch. need more elaboration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i think a L1R5 of 19 is pretty shit cause i could have done better for bio and lit and english. blame it on slacking and attention on shinhwa and tvfxq. and ha. i failed both the subjects which fell on my birthday. is there some reason behind that? or was my heart really not there? i must learn not to be distracted so easily. distraction can cause an irreversible downfall. and it has. many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listening to incomparable to jay live cd brings back so many good memories. not of the concert of course. i don't have another body floating in taipei. but of course songs have a special impact on me. be it fast, slow, ballad or rock. aye. why am i typing so much nonsensical stuff today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i musn't appear at harbourfront at 11am. there is incompleted homework. i'm left with the two chinese compositions and the literature holiday assignment. i forced myself to complete physics and english today. i almost died doing physics. and i kept thinking of the day mr lim had sore eyes. we thought we was crying. and yes i completed the bio testpaper today too. with a whole lot of questions left _________. but then surprisingly i enjoyed doing emaths. i love the topics on transformations. i love drawing the triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i'm not a psycho. you know it's good to keep a blog cause sometimes there just things you have to let out, those which you have suppressed for so so long. and even the simplest of words convey a thousand meanings. for the first time in this month i feel so solemn and rotten. i am so far behind. i can't stand it anymore. i need my drive and my motivation. i need to do what i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111106417396301871?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111106417396301871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111106417396301871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111106417396301871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111106417396301871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-watching-shinhwa-and-some-other.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111098527924043664</id><published>2005-03-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T07:01:19.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. i saw someone just now when i accompanied my dad along with my brother cause my father was apparently feeling not too good. haha. i saw mr tan tze yong! and his wife. okay. they are equally skinny. my father was saying, "he this kind sure teacher de!" HAHA. okay. so are all teachers like that? teachers should learn to be like maknenek. nice but also strict. yes. she's so funny too! okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so haha. mr tan tze yong. and wah his shorts weren't short please. is he influenced by us or what? anyway ahhhhh dong wan is so cute. and the way the news presenter says his name 'keem dong uan'.urgh. so weird. and they speak so fast! grrrrr. yay i want to watch shinhwa xmen! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111098527924043664?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111098527924043664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111098527924043664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111098527924043664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111098527924043664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111097431462125144</id><published>2005-03-16T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T06:42:22.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hyesung is obiang. [was.]&lt;br /&gt;andy has obiang checkered pants.&lt;br /&gt;dongwan's wearing a nice shirt. nice colour too.&lt;br /&gt;minwoo's whoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;eric: i just don't like him bald.&lt;br /&gt;and junjin! ahah! i'm not telling you! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111097431462125144?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111097431462125144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111097431462125144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111097431462125144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111097431462125144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/hyesung-is-obiang.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111089218158722053</id><published>2005-03-15T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T05:09:41.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't know there was an international version for 'hug' eh. and i can say that dbsk's english is worse than their chinese. shinhwa is the opposite. haha. and i played brand new once, winter story 0405 twice, and tri-angle three times. i'm still not sick. haha. was doing my e maths holiday homework and i'm proud to say i completed all of them! yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm blogging now. and i don't think anyone really listened to mr loh during his lesson in the avt. and miss ting wanted to make us do three essays and one source based question within her lesson. crazy ah. three essays can drain all the energy from the head and the hand. anyway  being the good student i am i finished all. of course. so did like most of the population who were there. so i'm not exactly the best. okay. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and xiah is so so so so so cute! kayda agrees. kelly agrees too! haha of course. he's super cute in the hug video when they dance. ah ah ah. and why do the fans keep shouting micky? he's handsome? erbs. in my equivalent somewhere near ah du's range, but just a &lt;em&gt;wee&lt;/em&gt; bit better. yes. i didn't hear xiah and u-know eh. tsssskk. and the fans could stand just soo close to them. oh no don't worry i'm not drowning in jealousy. kelly grabbed minwoo's hand before ok! breathe breathe breathe. but then i don't really like minwoo anyway. and dongwan melts my heart. i finally found one angel performance and man, once again, hyesung leaves me awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i love shinhwa sarang! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111089218158722053?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111089218158722053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111089218158722053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111089218158722053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111089218158722053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-didnt-know-there-was-international.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111078353181749428</id><published>2005-03-14T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T04:58:06.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch. my jaws were numb and hurting. imagine opening your mouth for about 50 minutes straight. i was like. oh man. but the dentist is super nice. and she remembered my name. haha. of course since isabelle's such a nice name. okay. don't roll your eyes. anyway miss tan's lesson was quite alright today. map reading and all. oh man zimbabwe is like my favourite country please. and cool guy! rahh. i want to get the vcd. but then i have to get yiling and eunice's present first. rahh. my pocket's on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and i forgot to mention that i had a little scare in the mrt from jurong east to bukit batok. pei han popped out of nowhere and i was trying to figure out who she was. so she asked me how sec 4 life was then i shook my head. which jc i want to go. i shook my head. how was common test. i shook my head. haha she's funny la. and she's in innova now and probably going to stay there for good. it's in woodlands. hoho okay why am i typing all these. i've known pei han for like eh. since primary school till now. yes. and i hope all's the best for her. i think she was the only one from her batch who came to crescent. and i still remember when i was in sec two. me. joanne. melissa and her cabbed to bukit timah on teacher's day or was it. or was i in sec one? the fondest memory of that trip was of course needing only to pay one dollar for the fare cause i had no money. melissa paid the rest i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, janice and sheryl where's the info on the guides outing on friday? i want to go i want to go i want to go!!! oh man why am i behaving like that? the older i get the more childish i become. oh wait that's ironic isn't it. life ain't supposed to be this way. anyway the projector whoever you are project your name yah. that might be appreciated. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111078353181749428?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111078353181749428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111078353181749428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111078353181749428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111078353181749428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111064336131711710</id><published>2005-03-12T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T04:53:28.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA MOSAIQUE D'AMOUR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. it's after the campfire! and it was a huge success. other than the schools who came late, nothing much spoiled my mood. i was so uberly high during accidentally in love (renee's fault. she told me national camp then i started jumping like a mad woman) i have no idea what happened to all the other sec fours. geyi too. madded. we were far too high. jumping and fooling around and my face was so red after that. haha. and during L.O.V.E there was some show between crescent and sji. initiated by nic and her friend. haha. i thought the dance was rather =X. we could have done better but the sji guys were pissing me off. but who cares. i loved the campfire experience. and everyone loves our souvenirs, our gateway, our decos and our booth with the programme sheet and everything. of course. i'm super proud of my batch. yes yes i love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes yesterday during the learning journey. aah i love my classmates too. we took a class photo at the merlion park. yes! i like. and my group took lots of photos. especially in the museum. jennifer, melodie, shuwen, amira, geraldine, amalina, eunice, raseena, huey huey and me! haha. so fun. and melodie refused to give up trying to touch the ceiling at B1 of the esplanade. and almost the whole class was sleeping in the bus. i have no idea why they wanted us to go to the fish whatever and the vegetable farm. we weren't scouting for veges, more so for the toilet. HAHA. and i was rather surprised during the campfire today. what, you need not know la huh. don't be such a kaypo. not very good when it comes to personal reflection. and yay sophia was so cute during the newspaper game. -does wolf whistle. :) go sophia! you did us proud. but that partner of yours needs brushing up when playing scissors-paper-stone. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway if you didn't like the campfire and thought it was boring i &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be able to forgive you if you are not a guide. but then i seriously think that's called not knowing how to appreciate the eons and tons of effort and hardwork plus the many long hours stuck in school, the number of times they tried the fireball, how hard and stressing it was to contact the schools, how stressed and tired each and everyone of us were. if you thought it was boring you seriously need to think twice. i'm just elated that it had been a wonderful night for all of the guides, can i say that, and also all the YAs and teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to maknenek (haha) who has been very supportive of us. she likes to treat people eh. pizza. ice jelly cocktail. haha. and the caterer is her brother! doesn't look like her but i didn't pay much attention to him. miss azlin never fails to make us laugh and i don't understand how she can laugh when she's angry too. haha. mrs chia was super nice too! so was mrs goh. she was so cute when they gave her the token of appreciation. baby clothes! aaaahhh. miss chan was nice too. and almost every school commented about the chio programme sheet amongst themselves. of course. we do one okay. charlene would be super happy. i guess she is already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111064336131711710?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111064336131711710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111064336131711710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111064336131711710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111064336131711710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-mosaique-damour-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111020347068380684</id><published>2005-03-07T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T05:51:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>correction: mrs yip has one child. the rest were her nephews and nieces. haha. that was what priscilla told me today. anyway, the word for today's STILL &lt;strong&gt;scandalous&lt;/strong&gt;. it's because i see too much of sheryl so every time i see her the word comes into my mind. HAHA. during mass run and during guides. kerosene people! and we have a common slogan: WE ARE NOT SLAVES! i belive you know that by now. and a common target. or is it only me and renee. oh well. yesterday was huey huey and sophia's birthday! :) and samantha's present for hueyhuey was so sweet la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia learns fast! heeh. she's super funny i cannot stand her. and delia! your socks are so cute la. and about not wearing it all the way in. haha uncomfortable. sorry if the sec fours were a little maddened and tried to keep your sock away from you cause they thought it was fun. you know the mentality of sheryl and shiyun la huh. they behave like three year olds don't they. haha. and i realised many people stole shiyun's line eh. she started by saying, "i like sheryl". then everyone else went "i like so-and-so." sad. the future of guides lies in replicated ideas and sayings.THIS IS SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yingwei pei qi and i were crazy today in the mpr. CRAZY. okay. there isn't a need for elaboration cause i don't think it would be erm. enriching. HAHA. anyway i love delia! she's so cute la. trying to poke me and she poked her socks and i poked her socks too! -victory grin. HAHA. just in case peiqi gets jealous (like she always does), PQ I LOVE YOU TOO! yay! haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111020347068380684?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111020347068380684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111020347068380684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111020347068380684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111020347068380684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/correction-mrs-yip-has-one-child.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111009877650787247</id><published>2005-03-06T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:46:16.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shucks my results are deproving and terrible. anyway i saw mrs yip at ntuc today. she has four young children! or so my father says. and one of them was like, "mummy i want two." hurhur. two i don't know what. anyway yes. everyone's getting superb 'o' level results and i feel the urge to have to STUDY. my results are terrible. i have to start pulling up my super low socks. cause i know i have the potential. i know i'm lazy and a super procrastinator. yucks. i hate my guts and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this new batch of sec ones have attitude problems. they know nothing about respect. what's wrong with the people who graduate from primary school nowadays? disrespectful and they hold us in disregard. when we were in sec one talking to a sec four was like way out of question. imagine them being sarcastic to us. and it was a few of us. it's okay what. stick your noses up in the air more often and you will get the taste of what it feels like when something expected falls on your face. uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please be more practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111009877650787247?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111009877650787247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111009877650787247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111009877650787247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111009877650787247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-shucks-my-results-are-deproving-and.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-111000726908205369</id><published>2005-03-05T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:24:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>word for the day: &lt;strong&gt;scandalous&lt;/strong&gt;. ahah sheryl janice and geyi would know perfectly what i mean. ah ne too! haha. we went to school actually for the dance. then we were hypering and playing and painting and sponging and wow. sheryl geyi renee and i became the slaving servants. ANNOUNCEMENT: &lt;strong&gt;WE ARE NOT &lt;u&gt;SLAVES&lt;/u&gt;. NEITHER ARE WE &lt;u&gt;SERVANTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i believe i have made my point clear. if you understand what i'm driving at then it's good for you. cause while people &lt;em&gt;jalan&lt;/em&gt;, we stay and get scolded and scrub the canteen floor with toilet paper and turpentine. if this doesn't label us as slaves i don't know what else we can be labelled as. we did all the cleaning up. but then again, what's unusual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after all the sweating and getting paint on the skirt and on the hands and all the scrubbing the canteen floor, we went to orchard and met piaopiao zhixin and yiyuan there. and janice do you always buy black skirts? other colours, you have a feud with them or something? HAHA. anyway geyi sheryl piaopiao and i went to take neoprints. wah. spastic and SCANDALOUS. take note: it's directed to &lt;strong&gt;SHERYL&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. you know i just realised or i realised this when i looked at it in the bus. we have four pictures of the same colour. the yellow backdrop. HAHA. okay it's not funny why did i even type that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. alright i love saying anyway. renee was not loud at all today la. she could kunda! in the canteen. wah ah ne not obvious what. by the way the neo print machine was super spastic. it was some jap guy acting hunky then whenever a shot went off the thing would go, "beautiful!" or "tempura!" wah SPASTIC eh. and it had three cameras so we were scrambling to the top, or trying to half squat, or sitting down. and dumb geyi had to block the whole bottom camera with her arched body la. but we're smart to have not chosen those photos. i think there were like 18 for us to choose six. i like that machine. so fun. just that things can get a little too hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like sponging the irritating names of the schools. wah sponge sponge sponge and more often than not we have to add blue paint. aiyoh. but i have to say the effect's not bad. cause we have someone called geyi who has intellectual and artistic brains. geyi ah, share okay? HAHA. okay not funny. wah i can't stand this i'm typing like sherylteo. this is SO SAD and not good. aye. i guess we have the same frequency. &lt;strong&gt;heyheyhey 22.2FM&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-111000726908205369?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/111000726908205369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=111000726908205369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111000726908205369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/111000726908205369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/word-for-day-scandalous.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110994397994783284</id><published>2005-03-04T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T05:46:19.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah i'm pleasantly surprised by the tags. &lt;strong&gt;si mian&lt;/strong&gt; you sure? they immobilised the free account? ho. okay. tagboard's nice too. as long as it's practical it's alright i guess. i don't really have a preference. &lt;strong&gt;cassandra&lt;/strong&gt; i have relinked you. and &lt;strong&gt;elene&lt;/strong&gt;! school's a DRAG here too. it's irritating and time consuming and it drains all our energy doesn't it? but it's okay. just a few more months so perservere! :) ahah &lt;strong&gt;kelly&lt;/strong&gt; i don't go look out for minwoo's voice so i don't really bother. hah. ha thank you &lt;strong&gt;sherilyn&lt;/strong&gt;. yes guides rock cause we have great and caring people in there. and even crazy and over the top ones like sheryl and shiyun. and &lt;strong&gt;kayda&lt;/strong&gt;. ehhh. what do you want me to do eh? watch gedou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho anyway school today was alright. got back physics. alright fine it's better not to talk about it. it apparently wasn't a nice try and he actually stamped a 'nice try' chop there. i think mr lim is very funny. so is mr lee and mr loh. notice the &lt;strong&gt;MR&lt;/strong&gt;. male teachers like to award stickers. mr lee is one terribly good example. he sells stickers as a part time job yarh. mr loh is worse. when he gives us gotchas there's like tarepanda stickers and all the weird weird stickers. even mrs goh gave geyi a set of tweety bird stickers. it seems as though the older people get the more childish they become. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and ms ting didn't come today then we were playing pictionary in class. dumb. super stupid. oh well that's not the problem. physics was lab. and dawn and being silly again. like she always is. so what's new? rubbish. but then the practical was rather fun. the sliding rheostat and all the crocodile clips. haha. so fun. and yueqi and i were just doing the usual. avoiding eye contact with dawn whenever some nonsense came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had campfire rehearsal today. i shall not comment on sheryl and shiyun and their lame antics which made me laugh and cry and they made me hover on the brink of running to the toilet. yes. you get it? don't have to gross it out here do i? no? good. they were super lame with all the jumping and all the red faces and superman boy action and demure girl action. but it's okay i forgive these two psychos. the rest of the meeting was ordinary. and i tested mabel and petrina on wagggs and boy was i nice to them! hah. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110994397994783284?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110994397994783284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110994397994783284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110994397994783284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110994397994783284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/hahah-im-pleasantly-surprised-by-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110985906948819030</id><published>2005-03-03T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T06:16:09.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is wrong with doodle-board. that's sad. oh well. i got bored and was suffering from &lt;em&gt;ennui&lt;/em&gt; (on-nwi) so i decided to change my template. this looks so dull and scary it kind of reflects my mood now. ouch. oh well. today during guides we practiced till my heels were hurting like nobody's business please. wah. not a lot of times yah. but nevertheless i think they got most of the steps. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think lysia's mum is rather funny. haha. alright i shall not elaborate. so far we have gotten back eh. chinese. social studies. a maths. e maths. chemistry and biology. alright. two As, three Bs, and a D7 for a maths. no surprise element in there. my a maths has always been like this. TERRIBLE. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when my class was doing our cip on tuesday someone had to go hush us and make us keep out volume down. hello. talking is not a crime. and how can you even constrict us from talking? we are in the computer lab please. we have to communicate to get our ideas across. and there's like almost forty people there you expect it to the soft? think. think. &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt;. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye today during cme mrs lee came in. and joanne wrote a [welcome mrs lee.] on the board. haha so cute. oh well. i think my brain's not really working today. i wish to put so many thoughts across but i just can't seem to be able to do it. it's not a state of confusion, it's just. i don't know. there's one thing i want to say! i'm proud of my accomplishment of the guestbook for the guides campfire. yay. alright this is so downright unenthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway these days there ain't much to be enthusiastic about. maybe the overnight tour? oh man i think it would be super fun. travelling with the class overnight. aahh interesting and rather delightful prospect. anyway if you don't like the song that's playing now you have &lt;strong&gt;no taste&lt;/strong&gt; la. shinhwa's like one the of strongest bands around. yes. according to me that is. if you beg to differ that's your stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me? anyway piao-piao tell your father he's very nice cause he's always so receptive when it comes to driving me home and he drops me off like less than 200m away from my house. thank you daddy pang. x) and he's very funny too. and the whole time spent in the car is spent suaning piao-piao and all her -pukes 'ultimate chio bu' talk. okay. i give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaah i feel dead. it's okay. one more day of school and it's the weekend! but truthfully weekends aren't much better off too. sad. &lt;em&gt;hai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110985906948819030?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110985906948819030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110985906948819030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110985906948819030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110985906948819030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-is-wrong-with-doodle-board.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110959757100721606</id><published>2005-02-28T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T06:26:52.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE. I LOVE LOVE LOVE &lt;strong&gt;HYESUNG&lt;/strong&gt;'S VOICE! it makes me melt la. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry cause i was too overwhelmed watching their how do i say and gonna be alright live. ahhh i love hyesung's voice. his voice soothes the entire song and makes it sound so shinhwa-ish. and if the rest go off-key he manages to bring it back on track. that's the beauty and wonder of hyesung's voice. he has such a nice voice. oh man. it's incomparable to jay's alright. hyesung's voice is awwwwwwww. i like i like. a lot. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kelly gave me a u-know card from matdong. haha. u-know? i like his name. so cute. his face is cuter but then xiah is still better. and hero looks so good in the hug mv why did he make his hair like that now? and can shinhwa please release some vcd/dvd of all their vol. 7 music videos. i want i want eh. and they perform brand new so many times i'm sick la. and dbsk and their tri-angle. but the hug video is too cute. max and the kitten. awwww. hero hugging the girl. double awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and yiyuan and zhixin gave me a niu again today. i can create a moomoo family. i placed the two cows side by side somemore. the larger one following the smaller one behind so that it won't get lost. ahhhhh the cow is so cute la! thank you yiyuan and zhixin! x) i like its tail. made of six strands of string. so cute. ah ah ah. lao niu mah what to do right. they like to call me that. so they represent me with that too. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i can't take it i love shinhwa and dbsk and jay and gedou. kong hoon is making me all excited cause she was telling me what would happen. ah i want to watch i want to watch. but sadly there isn't enough time on my calendar. scary alright. so many sec 4s last year did so well i'm feeling stressed and scared. OH NO. suddenly i feel like quitting school le. can i stay at home the whole day and search on shinhwa and dbsk. sounds exhilarating? of course. by the way winter story 0405 and brand new's so so nice i can just melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love dong wan's liar and the solo that hyesung did in 0405. forgot the title. but then andy's sounds like some kindergarten kid. haha. but it's very very very lee sun ho so i shan't blame him. that's what makes him unique and shinhwa so appealing and attractive. all those who don't appreciate shinhwa should learn to appreciate them. yes. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110959757100721606?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110959757100721606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110959757100721606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110959757100721606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110959757100721606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cannot-stand-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110932917176143869</id><published>2005-02-25T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T02:59:31.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i got my crumpler! sorry kayda but this is my first time buying something so expensive for myself. cause i don't normally go out to buy things. hur. but i'm happy! and the plastic bag was so huge it looked as though i was holding a pillow or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. miss ting didn't come in so we had fun! haha. i never knew huixin liked song seung hun. haha. the compo they gave us was rubbish i resorted to question three. like shinhwa and dbsk will come to singapore to do promo and hold autograph sessions. tsk. and it's isabel's birthday today! x). physics was boring. we were in the lab and me and dawn were eh piecing the plug. haha. what live wire earth wire neutral wire thing. quite fun though it ain't my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victories and defeats do come our way often and i'm happy for the hockey team who trashed i-don't-know-which-school 9-0. although the b division netball girls didn't win, it's okay. as long as you did your best you can be equally proud of yourselves. and the school it proud of you too. =) joanne was so nervous and filled with anxiety it was so hard to even try to calm her down. it's okay if you don't win all the time. setbacks are apparent and it's only for us to make use of it to learn and improve. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yvonne's sister is tall and skinny. far too tall and skinny. but she's nice and friendly. came all the way from bukit batok to tanglin to accompany her sister. sweet. wait till my brother does that pigs will grow wings and fly. yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110932917176143869?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110932917176143869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110932917176143869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110932917176143869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110932917176143869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay-i-got-my-crumpler-sorry-kayda-but.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110924920508700386</id><published>2005-02-24T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:46:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kayda you in love with ge dou already? haha. anyway i need to go to the toilet. but before i do, i got my tvfxq album today! ahhh so happy! who knows how many times i took it out and put it back in again. thank you yvonne and vania! x) and my tablet is back and the virus is gone and my files are all intact. yay i love my father and his resources. he had a staff help him solve my problem. =). yes i'm happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reflection worksheet during guides was scary. like nothing you give would be good for you. you either get scolded, or you praise yourself to the skies. it was hard answering those questions. so many times i just wanted to copy the question and put a question mark behind or go 'how would i know?!'. haha. anyway. lydia and grace gave me a cow! haha. thank you! so sweet! x) and samantha gave me this PINK candle thing with a heart inside and everyone was asking me where she bought it from. the shop beside value$ in tiong bahru plaza. okay? yes. thank you samantha! and amanda for that headless crane. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahh i just love my dong bang shin gi album i can't stop staring at it. haha. shall go burn all the songs into my comp now! whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110924920508700386?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110924920508700386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110924920508700386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110924920508700386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110924920508700386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/kayda-you-in-love-with-ge-dou-already.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110915320955248058</id><published>2005-02-23T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T07:06:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me-ee&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;haha. the class sang me a birthday song this year! =) and i shall thank everyone who gave me presents tomorrow cause i'm not done with getting them yet. whee! vania and yvonne bought tvfxq's tri-angle for me! ahhh! imagine how high i was when they called me. hur. anyway my a maths is screwed, so is my geog thus it doesn't make much of a difference. surprisingly a maths wasn't boring today. whee. haha ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum gave me money for a crumpler bag! but then the rest i have to pay myself cause i doubt it's only a hundred. but it's okay! i'm super happy today. sorry i'm going bonkers. and shinhwa winter story is all in korean la how to read ah. i don't even know who sing which song from the list have to hear the song then know. even my younger sister was so sweet to get me something from the school bookshop. =). sixteen is a nice age to celebrate you know. sorry i can't express how high and hyper and happy i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely think i'm going to fail a maths and chemistry and physics and english. the way ms azlin talked about our summary, the way ms seah told us of our mistakes, and the way the a maths paper is set. i'm dying. but it's my birthday so i will not let all these rubbish bring my mood down. and it's ridiculous we have to pay like 400+ for 'o'level papers. gst alone is like $19.60. wah. taking 'o'levels. four hundred plus for all in singapore sixteen years of age. that is a lot of money. let's apply to be cambridge markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nonsense nonsense. i went with kayda to jurong point today. haha. found my winter story in mj and she refused to listen to whatever i wanted to say about shinhwa. then we walked to popular and the jay concert cds vcds and dvds were like oooh! yes he's ranked two. accordingly, shinhwa, jay, dong bang shin gi, fly to the sky. get it? if you don't i can't help you, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright this is nonsense but i appreciate all the well-wishes and everything single gift and smile. thank you! 23rd of february's always the best day. even though there's like a maths and geog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to blog even further and it's night now but i can't help it cause i'm bored. so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all the people around me! my inbox was streamed with messages. let me try to recall okay. my mum, bernice, yiling, enli, jiesi, weiling, vivien, piaopiao, cassandra, melissa, amanda, siying, lydia, peiqi. =) every message is so sweet la i'm getting diabetes soon. haha. anyway my cousin was very sweet too he made me a card, with the help of his older sister. haha. but still, it's sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention ms chua wanted three guide songs cannibal king, thousand legged worm and new friend found. then i wrote the lyrics for her then yvonne told me she said that i was very pro. haha of course. you know why? i belong to the mighty company called the guides. we might not have sung the thinking day song this year with pride but i'm sure next year it'll be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes when i was taking the train from boon lay to jurong east i thought i saw two lesbians. when i re-looked it was actually a guy and a girl. pretty much scared myself. the guy looked _________ and the girl looked even more ________. haha you can fill in the blanks yourself. lalalala. and sheryl ah i was the extra one who put the heyheyhey 22.2FM thing there. this is called innovation and creativity. yes. and thank you to the wellwishers at the tag-board! x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone. you brighten my day. i might not be very responsive and spontaneous when you wish me or greet me happy birthday cause i find it weird to be receptive and it feels weird being on the receiving end. okay if this doesn't make sense don't try to convert it to sense cause i'm trying to fully comprehend it too. heeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110915320955248058?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110915320955248058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110915320955248058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110915320955248058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110915320955248058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110896836627997354</id><published>2005-02-21T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:46:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah today's papers weren't difficult at all you know. not at all. what stupid loci question is that and how do you expect us to do without even giving us enough space? you know it's easy to get mental blocks during tests. and what's wrong with the chinese paper? why is the li jie wen da like that? and chemistry. the weather was practically putting me to sleep back there. it's okay. i'm just going to do badly for all three. it's totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well let's talk about thinking day! oh yes yes. suffocated and was about to die when i was on the way to school. the guide uniform is -gasps. and during the celebration i was sitting with konghoon and chienru. wah chienru what is your problem. why were you mad and lame and over-the-top-to-the-extremes on saturday? tssk la. made me laugh like crazy. they were laughing too. and why didn't they sing &lt;strong&gt;FATHER ABRAHAM&lt;/strong&gt;?! wah. thanks ah. i was waiting for the song to be sung and it's my last year and you don't grant me this wish la. fine la. tssssk. i love the effect on the whole stadium when they asked us to stomp. seas of blue and brown. haha. okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wang xin ling's honey is too honey-ish. too much. too much. and jay and patty hou. wah why would jay like a beef patty? it's not just like. it's love. okay. i'm starting to think jolin suits him better. he seems to be the more sacrificial party in the relationship too. hello ah patty dear beef patty. jay's like the prince/king/ruler of the chinese music industry you break his heart his fans will fry you till the oil and fat oozes out from the patty. then that will be so sad. and jay won't be devastated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tomorrow's physics and literature and thinking day in front of the school. everyone loves the song cause it's so catchy. hurhur. i feel so dead and drained and so yeah. dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110896836627997354?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110896836627997354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110896836627997354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110896836627997354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110896836627997354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/wah-todays-papers-werent-difficult-at.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110870590346169650</id><published>2005-02-18T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T06:08:02.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! i'm screwed up cause my tablet hangs once i turn it on. i want to cry already. no back-up of files eh. all my pictures and videos and songs would be gone! OH NO! oh no i hate it i hate it. the stupid thing won't even open my documents how am i to save and back up?! grrrr. if i bring it to fujitsu to reinstall the entire comp then ALL MY FILES WOULD BE GONE! wah i like i like. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in the works of some stupid virus. i'm sorry if it got to you but it was unintentional. i'm made a victim out of it too. ohhh shats. this is so screwed. yucks. i can't use msn. tsssk. ELENE!!! x) what pictures are those? heh. jay? bernice don't be dumb. it's totally for you. okay si mian that's rather bad. but my tablet's dying! -wails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was okay. social studies was okay. bio section B was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well since i'm so bored now i shall just talk about the day. of course i took the ruddy bus to school and got there at like 6.30am. something's wrong with me. going to school so early. nevertheless, it is a habit that will stay with me forever. and that's the oh-so-valued PUNCTUALITY. i wait for people most of the time. what can i do if i have the typical kiasu kiasi mentality? -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what a nice seat i got please. beside those cobweb-ed, dirty, old, dusty lockers at the left side of the class, ALL THE WAY AT THE BACK. there's an empty space behind me. makes people imagine they would see something or someone popping out if they turned back. there was a lack of ventilation, fresh air, and it was hot hot hot hot!!! i ruddy hate that seat but i'm stuck with it. give me your condolences or else... grrr. i pity the person who has to sit there when we sit for our mother tongue paper on monday. haha. finally i get to be away from there for one hour and ten minutes. but the rest of the time i'm &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; stuck with it so actually i pity myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no no isabelle stop wallowing in self pity. anyway i feel so accomplished cause i did like almost all questions on loci in the tys. and i complete algebra and arithmetic and coordinate geog. wah i hate chemistry can. i don't want to memorise solubility. they are not at my fingertips. chemistry scares me. a maths scares me more but then at least a maths is like more fun to do cause if you don't even understand the ruddy chem question you don't have to think about even passing. how nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. let's see what happened in school. i dragged vania to the toilet before english. and my summary's going to die please. it started with 200+ words then 165 then finally 154. &lt;strong&gt;scary eh&lt;/strong&gt;. i admire the camels! such wonderful creatures =). plus summary i liquid-ed like almost half the page but i left lines. looks like kiam chai. okay. urghh. social studies i thought my points were wrong but now i don't think so. bio was. harder then i expected. i'm going to start wailing. and mr lee was invigilating us and most of us didn't have calculators. must tell us beforehand mah. aiyah. and i didn't see the need to calculate the percentages which were only worth half a mark each. as the saying goes, "every point makes a difference." yada yada. okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho tomorrow's thinking day. i have to go to the indoor stadium to &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;. and i'll be singing the thinking day song and everyone will start singing the (s)thinking day song when they see me in my guide u struggling with the immense heat and close-to-none-ventilation during literature. wah. i like i like. is it very fun to make fun of it? we should blame this on our inability to enunciate the words 'it's' and 'thinking' consecutively and clearly to withhold misunderstandings. oh well. humans are limited so what can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who planned the exam time table please. it's not very nice to squeeze e maths and chinese and chemistry in one day you know. not that we can sign petitions like the swiss in switzerland to make our own decisions. this is so sad. what's fixed is fixed and it makes us flip. maybe just me. cause i'm over reacting just because of three major subjects in a day. oh well. as what everyone says, "three down, 7 more to go." hello in case you were wondering i don't have the capacity and brains for 10 subjects. 2 subjects are combined. phy-chem and geog-elec and ss. you know 10-2=8? yes. okay my brain isn't functioning today either. pardon my nonsense. i got them all from that nonsensical dawn chia. yes. she's beserk. she makes me try to stifle my laughter during physics practical and yueqi and i give her the look when she does something stupid. really stupid. okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow nine paragraphs. i can talk and type a lot yah. when like 3/4 of it is unrelevant. and there's this particular thing i have to tell you. my birthday's coming! ho ho ho. okay. you might be like this now -&gt; -.-|||. i think in every of sherylteo's blog entries there's this face. haha. but it is coming. yes. and the nice teacher gave me a maths and geog for a big fat birthday present. thanks ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110870590346169650?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110870590346169650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110870590346169650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110870590346169650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110870590346169650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-im-screwed-up-cause-my-tablet.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110845699774144707</id><published>2005-02-15T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:51:33.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't recall putting any toilet bird on my blog except for now. whoever that friend is ah. -shakes head. my private life is in jeopardy. ms ting just announced to the class that she came to my blog. my private life &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; in jeopardy. oh well. ms ting if you're reading this, hello. =). thank you for being honest enough so i have to see what i actually blog and pray that it won't offend others. oh man. i want to cry. no privacy eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why teachers are attracted to my blog. first and foremost because of the nice nice nice video playing at the right hand side. probably never have heard of &lt;strong&gt;shinhwa&lt;/strong&gt; right? yesyes. that's why the video turns so many people on. i have good taste that's why the video is so nice. yes. -nods head. anyway i won't mind for a normal introduction of the six korean guys anytime, but especially today i'm super bothered &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i cannot stand their title 2gether 4ever. i do not fancy this kind of language but then it's a shinhwa song so of course, there's a need to follow the name of the song. tsssk. good entertainment and smtown, it's spelt &lt;strong&gt;together forever&lt;/strong&gt;. alright?! tsk. shouldn't give too many particulars away. it will only spoil everything. anyway why do they like to read our blogs? they can set up blogs themselves and read each others' what. and everyone else on my links get into jeopardy too. i feel so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. on to ___________. i shall just try and ignore the fact that almost everything i said would be scrutinized at. and this morning they can just make us stand during the whole time. and we actually CAN be your objects of scrutiny when you come to the parade square to assemble. like oh wow! we are objects meant for you to mock at. sec 2s you mean you have never seen anyone with a guide uniform on? do you have a problem sec 2s?!. you look at us as though we were standing there like statues for your scrutiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you normally see one you feel nothing and when you see a cohort of eighty over people your brain cells stimulate nerve impulses to your mouth to open and talk and whisper and discuss right. about what. our uniforms? stop giving us that haha-you're-wearing-your-full-u and i-don't-have-to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my forehead started itching and hair was blowing near my cheeks and there was this terrible urge to just scratch and brush it away but i couldn't. deforming my face in every possible way to try to get rid of the itch. didn't help. stupid. and when nicole told the sec one guides to go over to the notice board area and they were walking, she told them to run. and this adamant sec one girl was rolling her eyes and muttering to her friend. WAH. i'm so intimidated by you what. you are so polite and respectful what. you are NOT blocking the passageway what. wah. so smart. so smart come and take over the company then. what would you be able to do if you aren't even able to bring your feet to another place?! please. she's your commander give a little respect. and we are not blind to such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's wrong with this freaking mouse? and how could the school deprive us of food. four lousy rather-soft khong guan sultana biscuits and newater. WAH. we are totally not hungry please. plus you made us stand for very long alright? my legs were aching like mad after that. TSK. i'm so glad there's no more food rationing next year. and janice i forgot to get the jay vcd from you! he's incomparable jay and i'm incomparable isabelle. yes. but his standard of incomparable is high and mine's low. my brain's malfunctioning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and ms ting, i don't love source based questions. i feel obliged to do them because they are what i'm supposed to cover for homework. i love &lt;strong&gt;shinhwa&lt;/strong&gt;. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110845699774144707?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110845699774144707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110845699774144707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110845699774144707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110845699774144707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-recall-putting-any-toilet-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110838550847956005</id><published>2005-02-14T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T05:17:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahhs. today's valentine's day but then nothing is pretty much exciting. my recollections of the day were just those of me janice and ah ne in the gym cutting ribbon and walking from one end to the mirror-based wall. yes. and then collection of almost empty walkathon cards. then yingwei and shiyun coming around to give out balloons that ms azlin gave to the sec 4 guides. then blah and blah and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly chemistry was good today. i didn't feel tired with all the exothermic and endothermic things eleanor seah were talking about. haha. then guides. okay. today was rather boring. and kong hoon's burning ge dou episodes 3&amp;4 for me. yay! thanks! =) and piao piao remember my incomparable jay 2004 concert then i'll remember the money. x) but if i don't pay you tmr i'll give you the money on wed. yes. then we were playing with phones in the guide den and i was amusing myself with kh's pictures. she even kept those taken like 3 years ago. woah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. rahh. sorry kayda i used this but it's a vivid expression of how i feel now. i need to &lt;strong&gt;rahh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110838550847956005?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110838550847956005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110838550847956005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110838550847956005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110838550847956005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/bahhs.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110812239419013261</id><published>2005-02-11T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T03:46:34.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man today was rather boring. school. school and i kepy thinking that it was a monday. was so relieved when lessons ended at two. people were telling me our bio presentation was super detailed. but of course. i did it alright. fine. shall stop being egoistic. but then it's in my genes. what can i do right. and bernice is mad. keeps targetting my butt. tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was practical! actually practical is rather fun. better then chemistry and biology practical. and i finished my weekend homework for emaths and amaths yesterday night are you happy for me or what? cause on sunday i'd be out the whole day. boo-hoo-hoo. don't like. but at least there are like ang-paos to take so it's okay. YES. and it doesn't help that i have to get to school by like 6.30 to pump balloons for valentines. and i have NO TIME to do valentine gifts. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then total defence day rehearsal. they want to make us stand from 7-8! YOU KNOW THERE'S SUCH A THING CALLED THE TOILET. AND YOU KNOW SOME PEOPLE LIKE ME JUST CANNOT STAND FOR ONE HOUR WITHOUT GOING TO THE TOILET. yes. heard that not. it's sheer torture. then we have to stay back for guides when there's like common test on friday. there had better not be guides on thursday. OH NO NEXT FRIDAY'S COMMON TEST. die. die. die. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man friendster is so valentine-y. everything is RED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110812239419013261?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110812239419013261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110812239419013261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110812239419013261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110812239419013261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-man-today-was-rather-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110802854846659525</id><published>2005-02-10T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:42:28.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EH I TELL YOU AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT &lt;strong&gt;HYESUNG&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;MINWOO&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;JUNJIN&lt;/strong&gt; THERE. &lt;em&gt;LOOK LOOK LOOK&lt;/em&gt;. oh man they sing so well and minwoo looked so cute when he did the one finger up two finger up three finger up thing. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! okay. ministry of education is sadistic please. there's school tomorrow. -shudders. and total defence day rehearsal until 5.30!!! tsssssk. deprive me of more money rolling into my bank account. TSK LA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110802854846659525?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110802854846659525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110802854846659525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110802854846659525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110802854846659525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/eh-i-tell-you-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110796219411666676</id><published>2005-02-09T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:19:41.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello rachel and weiwen. hello hello. new year ah. okay lo. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's first day?! it was better than last year so ehh. yeah. anyway i want to recap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cny celebrations in school which were totally getai-ish and un-enjoyable, me, nurul, shuwen, melodie, amira and bernice went over to far east. long story la. stupid discussion and then poor results. BIG sigh. we went to eat at kfc and i happily left my water bottle there. poor water bottle. that's bottle nice alright. HAI. and shuwen, for the fifth time in the year and the last, lost her wallet. called the sbs bus service and it didn't turn out to be of much help. then bernice left. then the five of us went to slack around and we took neoprints. stupid la haha. shuwen was acting like a retard. and she didn't seem to mind. and there was this small conflict about this jay chou ez-link sticker thing. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well then i came home watched &lt;strong&gt;the one&lt;/strong&gt; which melodie lent me then went for reunion dinner then came home and slept. well that's rather redundant. and the stupid alarm clock woke me up at 5.20 and i was telling myself it's new year! get back to the cozy bed! and of course, i did. i don't think anyone can much resist the bed in the morning you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went grandma's house. then my aunt's house. then 2nd aunt's house. hoho. my cousins downloaded 格斗 and then i was watching the first and second episodes. okay all i can say is that renfu is soooo. oh man! and yanyan is becoming chioer. really. xiezhi eh. i don't really care. and kenny from machi is so gay please. his favourite word's 酷. alright. ALRIGHT. but then gedou was better and less un-real than i imagined it to be. renfu is so funny. ah i like liu pin yan in this show. two thumbs up. must go borrow the vcd from rachel after 'o's. AFTER. oh man i hope that day comes soon. &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110796219411666676?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110796219411666676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110796219411666676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110796219411666676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110796219411666676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-rachel-and-weiwen.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110778396908228546</id><published>2005-02-07T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T05:46:09.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was cross country and that YIP PEI QI ah when did you turn to hopeless ah. oh man. lame lame LAME. but it's a miracle you still can walk. &gt;.&lt; hopeless la. and mr loh is super biased please. keep asking the curie girls to run faster and he actually made a pankhurst girl SLOW DOWN. HELLO MR LOH. so fair what. -shakes head. and peiqi ah yip pei qi. don't hang that HUGE heart on your phone okay? i'll get you a nicer one in september. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so fun. chatting with 4S1 on msn. it's like some major chatting session. hurhur. LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF LA. nurul, kayda, huey, bernice, joanne, peizhi, vania, vaish, yueqi, amira and me! haha. so fun. alamak cross country was rather dead la. but fry won the cheers! and yi xuan was so funny la i couldn't contain myself. their cheer was super duper entertaining. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway kayda and i went holland v. where's the kfc la. deprive us of our chicken! WE HAD TO WALK TO THE AIR CONDITIONED FOOD COURT. TSSSK. then we ate horfun. okay. then she came to my house. aye nothing was productive. we were browsing through some sites. haha. ok. not funny. i'm not looking forward to chinese new year. i need to sleep. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110778396908228546?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110778396908228546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110778396908228546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110778396908228546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110778396908228546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-was-cross-country-and-that-yip.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110769793284527017</id><published>2005-02-06T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T05:53:32.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JANICE PANG&lt;/strong&gt; YOU'RE THE EXTREME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME LAUGH TILL I FEEL LIKE PURGING! oh man oh man the more i sms her the more i'll want to faint from laughing too hard. she is super unmasked you know that?! oh man oh man oh man priscilla we can laugh our heads off together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;bernice&lt;/strong&gt; my dear if you happen to be reading this i tell you you would feel super elated and super boosted by the nice something i'm going to give you on sunday. it's too appropriate for you. even though it burns a substantial hole in my pocket for no reason, i think i should have every other reason to give it to you. but i just parted with my money! boo-hoo. seriously seriously even my parents said it was super suitable for you. eh patience patience ah. x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above was added on at a later time. yes. yes. YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110769793284527017?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110769793284527017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110769793284527017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110769793284527017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110769793284527017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/janice-pang-youre-extreme.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110767851272938181</id><published>2005-02-06T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T00:28:32.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha my dad knows SHINHWA ok. i'm bemused. ok. tomorrow's cross country. but i'm not running. HAHA. okay that wasn't very amusing so just take it as that i'm somewhat going bonkers. i literally am anyway. anyway i love this shinhwa song. i love the video and their dance moves for this song. nice nice nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i'm so dumb. i happily left my physics textbook and workbook in school. how am i supposed to do homework?! i'll just have to depend on my intellect to finish my tys till i greet my physics textbook on tuesday when i go to school. yes. and during the making of the video of the song that's playing now, hye sung tumbled. HAHA. as clumsy as me when i'm clumsy enough. i don't feel so lousy about myself anymore. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh sheryl i'm best at tying your hair right? -nods head. so sad i didn't go so i wasn't able to help you tie your hair. hurhur. go cut short then you don't have to worry over the un-long and un-short kind of un-predictable length anymore! hur. alright i know it isn't funny. what can be funny these days anyway. i know. miss azlin. wah. she's the ultimate. you laugh at her she'll place her hands on her hips and stare at you no no GLARE at you with her eyes &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; large. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye anyway she likes to stress me. cause on that topo day she purposely called me. wasted her money to stress me. it's okay. i wouldn't get stressed up. cause my group was running back to sch from redhill mrt via the backgate. we were crossing the overhead bridge when my phone vibrated. then i flipped open my phone and saw her name flashing on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "uh-oh." then i answered her call. it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;her: isabelle where are you all now?&lt;br /&gt;me: on the way back from the back gate.&lt;br /&gt;her: they finish already?&lt;br /&gt;me: no. they only managed to finish one station.&lt;br /&gt;her: &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt; one station?!&lt;br /&gt;me: yes. cause they took very long to find kaihui and yingwei.&lt;br /&gt;her: okok. i give you five more minutes to get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;me: what? i cannot hear you!&lt;br /&gt;her: 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT?! 5 MINUTES?!&lt;br /&gt;her: yes.&lt;br /&gt;me: EH! 5 MORE MINUTES!!! RUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i ended the call and started running like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back to school renee told me what happened. i was panting like mad she still made me laugh and i feel so sorry for myself. miss azlin was telling them, "isabelle gets stressed up very easily. so must call her to stress her more." then she happily called me and stressed me like mad. i was SUPER stressed at that time. then after the call she told them. "this isabelle ah. i mark her english her handwriting like tamil." OH MAN. i think i'm super poor thing. she tells the class, she tells the guides. -throws face away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok. i will survive cause she's super funny. when i was in sec 3 whenever i saw her i siamed. because she's the kind i deem as fierce and unapproachable. then when mr loh announced we got her for english we were groaning like crazy. during the holidays he didn't want to reveal that she was our english teacher when he happily revealed the names of all other subject teachers. bian tai de eh. tsssskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;SI MIAN! UPDATE!&lt;/strong&gt; thank you very much. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110767851272938181?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110767851272938181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110767851272938181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110767851272938181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110767851272938181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/haha-my-dad-knows-shinhwa-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110750678955125244</id><published>2005-02-04T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:33:29.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man it's the new year break and the wonderful school and the many wonderful teachers gave us &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a lot of homework. and mrs yip is super nice! cause she wanted us to do tys on hormones then she decided it was too much to give for the holidays so she asked us what would we like to cut down on. then she told us no need to do essay. mrs yip is so nice! =) yay. i like i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of homework for the new year holiday. i wonder if this is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; called a holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;a maths 15.3 + 15.4&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;bio tys on hormones all mcq + structured&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) phy tys p(12)2-(12)4 and (13)4-(13)6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) phy wb d.c. circuits (lim min cho's fault)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;e maths weekend assignment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) a maths weekend assignment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) start studying for common tests&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. and tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;piao piao&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday. haha. okay. i'm not going to the rv campfire so i can't sing her a birthday song. too bad. oh man i need sleep. i need rest. i need stress-free days. and for my a maths test i didn't get a zero. i got one mark over twenty five. am i smart or what? that accounts for 4/100?! oh man. lousy lousy lousy. common tests same topics alright. plus sets and differentiation. i don't have to live anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home with melodie today. talking rubbish. relating my phone incident with ms azlin to her then she was laughing like mad. then i told her when we were walking down the steps that i have a phobia of staircases cause i tumbled down before. then she was laughing away and said that i look like a sausage rolling. -_-|||. aiyah. please. i was like five or six that time? and this kunda song is getting boring eh. shall go scout for a new song to change. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110750678955125244?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110750678955125244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>to jiayi, ashikin, mabel, angela, manmitha, kay, shuyi, tania, huiping, kaiting and sheryl sim: i'm sorry if i shouted at you people and lost my cool sometimes. sorry if you were offended or anything. but then it won't seem much of a teamwork thing if the sec 2s left the sec 3s to participate when they should be ones doing more. i'm sorry cause i'm not very sure if you all would pass or fail but i hope it wouldn't be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jiayi thank you for having the inclination to want to apologise for some sort but it's alright. it's my responsibility. and anyway you make a rather good leader. i don't think you'd be reading this but yes. just would like to let you know. ashikin ain't that bad too. there should be more cohesion amongst a team. that's the most important. it's ok if your topo isn't good cause mine isn't either. so try and find peace in that fact yah. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah and ms azlin had to call me to stress me and she did that &lt;em&gt;on purpose&lt;/em&gt;! grrrr. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110743575274115570?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110743575274115570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110743575274115570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110743575274115570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110743575274115570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-jiayi-ashikin-mabel-angela-manmitha.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110733386966219933</id><published>2005-02-02T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T00:44:29.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mok mok i know i'm super nice to put this song up for you. but the thing is the more you hear it the nicer it sounds. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr loh was super nice today. he brought in a cake to celebrate the birthdays of all of us who were january and february babies. ebel, raseena, maznah, shu wen, vaish, si ying, peizhi, yinxi and me. ha. and the cake was delectable. good choice. =)and our class has only two pathetic chickens as our deco. oh man. 4S3's pretty special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i don't like school life. and for guides tomorrow i have to go out with them and do topo. no no. supervise topo. please. i totally &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; read maps. my map reading skills are like eh. reflected in my geog elective results. and this song is addictive please. and yes. lime praised shinhwa! whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110733386966219933?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110733386966219933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110733386966219933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110733386966219933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110733386966219933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/02/mok-mok-i-know-im-super-nice-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110701092607229845</id><published>2005-01-29T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T07:02:06.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes kayda i didn't realise i forgot. so it's number nine. haha. and priscilla ah. aiyah. peng piao piao would never have a blog. never. she would rather go after people who owe her money or she would sleep, or go for tuition. haha. that's janice. and bernice! the song ain't that bad actually. it was just blasting into my ears a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was audition day! went to the guide house. i'm so forgetful that my bottle cap wasn't secured and my bag was flooded on the way to bishan. everything was wet la. thankfully chien ru and janice were there to help me. janice, being the auntie as usual gave me two plastic bags then i could put my stuff. she's so auntie but then i still love her. efficient's the word. they listened to my rantings and went with me to to toilet and helped me dry my stuff. that's what friends are for. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway it was really great dancing in there for the audition cause all of us knew our parts and when i turned to look back we were rather neat! yes yes. crez guides are the best. neh neh if you don't think so. anyway the music was blasting. the room was cold. and five or six middle-aged women were assessing us. wah. but then it was rather enjoyable. and when we were done the other guides outside cheered and clapped for us! their spontaniety touched all of us. nice nice people join guides you see. i think it was siglap. or that was what i heard. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that eleven of us went to take neoprints. and that machine was conky. lousy machine. renee, janice, sheryl, shiyun, lysia, jess, sophia, chienru, geyi, priscilla and me. we squeezed into the rather big don't-know-what space. but we only got three each. but it's okay! then me soph janice geyi and jess went to take tgt again. and then there was one of the 4C3 guides. oh man janice looked so funny i exploded in mac's between two partitions in front of the bin. but i couldn't contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then priscilla and i were trying very hard to keep our laughter down as we talked about janice in the train. peng piao piao. yes chio name for a chio person. if janice sees this she'd be very happy cause this is the first time i'm telling it to her. i won't say it personally. no way. if not her ego would be the size of america. oh man. she's super spastic. &lt;strong&gt;overboard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well all of the homework i'm left with is part d of social studies and skill practice 2b. am i just too good a student or what? and anyway it's raseena's birthday tomorrow. nono. thanveer is nicer to call. ha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110701092607229845?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110701092607229845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want so much to break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let me list out the tremendous amount of homework the teachers give us over the weekend. and weekend means two &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; days minus the sleeping and the church and the guide activity and eating time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)a maths exercise 15.2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)weekend assignment on permutation &amp; combination&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)e maths sp 2B&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)biology tys all questions chapter 14 plus essay no.5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)bio group work presentation for chapter 16&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)cme project due on thursday plus &lt;strong&gt;no headway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)social studies sbq exercise (yikes)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)study for chinese test on monday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean mr lee and mr loh and ms ting are so understanding that they have to pile all of these together. the school's not giving me much freedom. i feel suppressed everyday when i get home cause all that i can think about is not finishing homework, not knowing how to go about solving maths questions, and the thousand and one stresses that are occupying my brain now. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i detest school life. aside from the people and some of the teachers. the rest of it is &lt;strong&gt;stressing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110692025852441928?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110692025852441928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110692025852441928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110692025852441928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110692025852441928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-so-much-to-break-down-and-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110684200963728672</id><published>2005-01-27T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:06:49.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just going to get a &lt;strong&gt;nice fat egg&lt;/strong&gt; on my a-maths test paper. oh no i won't cry at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110684200963728672?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110684200963728672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110684200963728672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110684200963728672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110684200963728672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-just-going-to-get-nice-fat-egg-on.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110673132880132594</id><published>2005-01-26T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T01:22:08.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man why am i so screwed up nowadays? first i had to misplace my pe shorts last week and now i can't find my other pe shirt. totally the best. oh where oh where did my pe shirt go? oh where oh where can it be? i am so screwed up. super screwed. yikes. so does this mean i have to wear the small one tmr? no. by hook or by crook the other one &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; to dry. maluating. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway though i didn't really study hard for bio, i thought the test was alright. i had fun doing it. hurhur. okay. i am not being sarcastic. serious! okay fine. and i totally forgot about the literature test today. and the unseen prose was how very unseen it was about some boy narrating his encounter on a cargo ship filled with "suffering slaves". it's lit you see. yucks yucks yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just super screwed nowadays. with undying workload but then i'm looking forward to guide meetings. i don't even feel relaxed at home. and the thinking day auditions are this saturday! woo! yes yes i love guides more and more. i love the people there who make me laugh and make me feel so welcome. the forever lame sheryl-shiyun. nicole and jessica who are forever trying to get the sec 3s and 2s to correct their dances. and renee who's always laughing with me. it's okay to go bonkers in guides. that was where i got all my attributes from. and let me emphasis, &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt; attributes. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no ruddy time for me to watch autumn in my heart. i want to cry already...i want to watch. and i want my shinhwa cd! won't be getting it until end of common test. just let me rot. by the way, oh! is so nice. haha. i like i like. and teaching yi ling just the oh!s are equivalent to wasting breath. she always creates her own tune. and my brother's flaring up cause i refused to write two chinese characters for him and he's exasperated with the dictionary. how else can you learn but hands-on? -shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;simian&lt;/strong&gt; if you're reading this, update okay? i want to know about dongwan! hurhur. you better go update. i haven't thought of anything else i can ask you to do but update. and update koiyami. &lt;em&gt;koiyami&lt;/em&gt;. yes? yes. very good. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='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-9385478.post-110665747805641998</id><published>2005-01-25T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T04:51:18.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo i love school so much that i just have to come online to destress. yes. you know what's sickening? there's so much homework. be it maths whatever and all the other rubbish. and chemistry is what please. my chemistry class test is going down the drain. i'm &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; sure of it. cause i got so many formulas wrong! urgh i hate chem!!! so do i hate a maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i screwed up my social studies test. barely scraped pass my a maths, got a seventeen upon twenty for e maths with one mark deducted for not putting it to 3 sig fig. grrrr. and there's like chinese and physics on next monday. bio tomorrow. a maths on thursday. oh man. crescent! give us a life will you?! it's either we get home at like six-seven plus or at the most, three if we need not stay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this afternoon in school i was having hiccups then azlin came in for her lesson. then she asked me what was wrong with me. then i said i have hiccups. then she asked me if i wanted her to slap me. then the whole class burst out laughing. she didn't know that we know cause mr loh told us that was her favourite phrase. together with the infamous 'manenek'. ah please she says it all the time. even during guides. she was so funny all of us sec 4s were laughing at her then she gave us this deadly stare we laughed more. she's so much more anxious than us. oh man she's super funny. so much better than mrs rupa's lessons. can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of school life cause the schedule's so full. five day weeks work for the working people, not for us students. we are not tireless. it's not because we're young we have undying energy. that is a super misconception. i'm super pissed by the new five-day week thing. since we're the first batch of sec 4s, if we don't do well they're going to blame us. we are made guinea pigs of this new arrangement. and guides is like two times a week and taking a lot of energy and time away from us who have tons of relentless homework from unfeeling teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some teachers don't give a damn please. they don't care if other teachers give you homework. and by the way did the NE quiz today. i'm so smart! i'm a expert builder. &lt;strong&gt;thank you very much&lt;/strong&gt;. garnered assets of 527,000 dollars. woah! so pro right. NE questions are super fun. i like i like! let's do the quiz again and miss assembly with talks that puts you to sleep. zzzz. oh well. i like certain periods in school. those which are totally out of the way are : &lt;strong&gt;physics, social studies, literature&lt;/strong&gt;. as much as i like lit, i cannot stand rupa's tone during lessons. oh man. even goh wee suan was better. nono. azlin would be nice. she made g2 act out the chinese thanksgiving part. and everyone is sleepy during rupa's lessons la. those who sit in front mainly me yiling maxie eunice siying yunjia yinxi... almost driven to collide our heads onto the desk. the classroom is so gloomy and dead when it's her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths and e maths aren't that bad. karen tan is alright for geog. a thousand times better than anna cheng. bio is alright. chemistry is another one i cannot really stand. venturing into physics. let's just leave it as hopeless. i want tan tze yong or ho sze jin. i prefer teachers with a lot more humour. mr loh has a little humour, mr lee is rather humourous. ms azlin is the ultimate. i need to laugh to keep myself awake. and that egoistic janice pang made me laugh all the way in the mrt train from redhill to jurong east. what is her problem. oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110665747805641998?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110665747805641998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110665747805641998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110665747805641998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110665747805641998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/woohoo-i-love-school-so-much-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110646620905973327</id><published>2005-01-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:43:29.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh i just love blogging. i love typing. okay out of point. the school's trying to kill us. was doing flag day yesterday and my tin was heavy okay. heavy. my hand ached from holding it. was at chinatown standing at the mrt exit. you know the feeling when people dao you and treat you as non-existent when you ask them if they would like to donate? they are so qian bian please. if i hadn't possessed such patience i would have tsskkked super loudly at them. irritating shallow people. some people dress so rich and they part with only &lt;strong&gt;10 cents&lt;/strong&gt;. hello? taking out one dollar would burn a very big hole in your pocket yeah? let's just see &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; they day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people think their teeth's too nice they smile at you then walk away. this is exactly how schools taught singaporeans to become. and some people scrutinize the tin and then give you this weird look. like why are you helping unwed mothers? hello. do i look happy to be doing this? to be sacrificing my saturday afternoon for the ruddy sake of these &lt;strong&gt;stupid girls&lt;/strong&gt; who do not know how to take care of themselves? NO! qian bian people. they think we're blind. they can reincarnate to be pigs for all i care. anyway me eunice and yiling ended up with peiting and yingwei then we got back at only six thirty. it's ok what. you make me waste my time for contributing my whole afternoon to get daoed and ignored it's perfectly fine for me to just come back half an hour late. tssssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever rubbish alife organisation that is it's not going to get my ruddy pity and sympathy out of me. this is what i call qian bian. yes. fine. let's move on to more fun things. for one thing ms chan is ruddily unreasonable. she demanded everyone to vacate the school in five miuntes after everyone has sung taps. like hello? we need time to walk, gather our things, and those who are dirty have to change. she's either an idiot or she has seen less than we smelt. irritating. tsssskk. and it was so fun standing at the station hearing them greet you and making them do stuff. but i am very nice to them ok. sadistic people like janice and charlene want to make them run from the 4th level at the library block to the parade square. SADISTIC. but then one poor group did it once. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate school now. so much maths and science and english and chinese and running. plus the mass run route has somehow elongated! woah! so nice of the pe committee to grant us more expulsion of sweat and increased heartbeat. you know i just LOVE you sooo much?! urghhh. i need to &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110646620905973327?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110646620905973327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110646620905973327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110646620905973327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110646620905973327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/ooh-i-just-love-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110597228047710535</id><published>2005-01-17T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T07:17:08.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's a terrible start of the school week with lessons to three and guide meetings til 6.30. the rest get to go home at 5.30 but we stay til 6.30! grrr. and there are boring boring boring lessons like social studies and physics and chemistry which totally makes me feel like doing nothing more but zonking out. that's why they call it the monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday isn't so bad except for PE with the relentless pursuit from miss tay plus the ever so boring literature. seriously mrs rupa just makes me want to sleep. i don't mind english and assembly of course. and tuesday's the only early day. oh! how nice! cause i'm sure some crap would find its way into my schedule on friday. and i don't like those mass runs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. dreading for tay hwee lin's PE lesson, complete with boring packages of subjects which are hard and out of the way like literature and chemistry two periods each. that's why i hate it so so so so so so so much. grrrrr. then we stay back for one hour for the ever so interesting a maths. give me a break please. i seriously am in need of kit-kat&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday's okay but then there's mass run and no PE! yes i love non-PE days. but then there's guide meetings after school. which ends oh-so-accurately at three thirty and i take a super long time to change because i'm so terribly fussy like &lt;strong&gt;luling&lt;/strong&gt;. and there's three periods of english with miss azlin! okok. breathe. it's better than a period of PE anyway. i'm anti-PE as you may have noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. then friday comes and saves the whole school week of labouring and homework and endless streams of tests! woohoo! but then this friday's a public holiday and we're supposed to go out to get new year stuff but then there's going to be committee meeting at someone's house. this is called no life. lifeless. controlled by a remote. kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway miss azlin was so pissed with us she gave us a lecture. and her eyes are so scary i don't dare look at her. arghh. she's so nice when she's funny and everything. but then when she scolds eh...no comments. oh well i was so high with renee cause we did an outrageously dumb re-enactment of the show. where jun xi and en xi ran. okay. just don't imagine. all you have to remember is that i laughed till i cried and mrs goh was asking us what happened. hurhur. it was so hilarious. i like. it's called injecting flavour into boring and monotonous routines you know. yes. and we had three tests today which weren't a lot, not at all. but they were okay. yes. and i'm going to fly to winglin now so see you another time, dear blogger. pui ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110597228047710535?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110597228047710535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110597228047710535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110597228047710535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110597228047710535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-going-to-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110587182227721434</id><published>2005-01-16T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T04:44:11.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i haven't been blogging in a thousand years. but as for now i'm stuck onto autumn in my heart. hurhur. i know this is like what two years late as eileen has said. but who says we can't watch old shows? en xi and jun xi... awww. my heart goes out to tai xi too. sad sad sad. and that xin ai. can she just like scram? she's making me so fed up with her appearances. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway si mian i noticed you blog like everyday. ho ho. and er...the last time i blogged was last saturday? but then school's been so busy and boring and we have so much work? it's only like the 3rd week of school as of tomorrow and we have three tests. i mean the school is like how nice and i am so not going to fail my a maths holiday homework test cause i so can do and understand and remember a maths. yucks. but then permutations and combinations are rather fun. but then...my a maths is just super super super mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crescent can just &lt;strong&gt;continue&lt;/strong&gt; to import prc scholars and make us feel terrible and lousy about our grades as compared to theirs. i mean they've been doing that every year haven't they? and the top girl a prc scholar? she was even admitted to crescent from sec one please. i don't think this speaks much of schools in singapore. if your aim is to upgrade the education system and show the world they you produce geniuses, won't getting chinese and scholars from the other countries defeat your entire purpose? and the moe is just too dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd much rather have guides on saturdays. now we have it on mondays &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; thursdays. it's not as if we don't have a lot to bring, it's not as if the teachers would be so kind to allow us a week's grace for homework, it's not as if we won't be dead beat when we get home. the implement helps a lot, totally. they don't stand from the point of us students to consider the mental and physical toil we have to go through just to please the ruddy school system which is partially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice. i want the new year holiday and why can't they just grant that friday off? the whole nation will celebrate and who knows how many will be ponning. one day of school admist the celebration means extra homework and tests to prepare for. and karen tan can just happily tell us to go search for our own info about the case study on singapore's tourism. where do we even start my pretty lady? tssssk. it's as though i have all the time in the world and all the brain space i can afford to get those relentless info into my head and flood the testpaper tomorrow with it. oh yes! this friday's andy oppa's birthday. hurhur. and it's a holiday. yippee yai yai. i need a holiday, and badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think ms azlin is super funny. it's okay you know. she's the oc of guides as of now! okok isabelle you can breathe. and i cut my hair. nono. i don't know how to cut. my mother asked me to go then the person happly snipped it off for me. and now when i tie it up it looks like a rabbit tail, except that it's straight. x) and there was this gay guy in there plus this guy who helped my sister cut his hair. he had this &lt;FONT COLOR="#FF0066"&gt;hot pink &lt;/FONT&gt; streak at the side. it's not a streak sorry. it's a hot pink bunch of hair. oh yes. chio or what. then this other guy's hair was rather flat. but then he dyed his relatively close-to-none hair &lt;FONT COLOR="#FF00FF"&gt;faint pink&lt;/FONT&gt;. and he was wearing &lt;u&gt;pink&lt;/u&gt;. so was the first gay guy. the guy with the hot pink streak was wearing black. what's becoming of the people who work in saloons? they frighten people, people like me. and i got a shock of my life when my mother wanted to &lt;em&gt;rebond&lt;/em&gt; her hair. &lt;em&gt;my mother&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;my mother&lt;/strong&gt;. i shall not say anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110587182227721434?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110587182227721434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110587182227721434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110587182227721434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110587182227721434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-think-i-havent-been-blogging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110519513761273642</id><published>2005-01-08T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T06:38:57.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man at first i was not freaked out before the performance but after that i got super freaked out. but then when dancing it was rather okay. whee i love guides too much. i love ncc too. cause they're too pro and they have totally good taste in choice of song. -nods head. they chose the song on my blog alright. how pro and how accomodating is that? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yuxiu nicole and i got real pissed because they cannot even follow simple instructions. what's written is for them to follow. they just happily switched here and there and made us go around scolding them and pushing the ziploc bags in and out of their hands. and some of them were so irritatingly stubborn you just felt like screaming and asking them to get lost. i don't think i kept my cool cause i'm not someone who can do that. so if i scolded you or made you feel uncomfortable or anything, i apologise. but you must understand that you don't know how we feel cause we need two sec twos and two sec threes. you just happily switch and happily talk to one another and ignore your duties it ain't very nice right? and sometimes when you shout at them they actually have the &lt;strong&gt;nerve&lt;/strong&gt; to shout back at you. forget it if some people have lost their manners. that's not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think shiyun's very poor thing. i think the sec fours will know what i'm referring to. oh well. some dumb drizzle erupted then everything had to be shifted to the hall and then it ended up not raining. what a waste of our efforts. but then nevertheless we still pulled it off and i have to say i love jess and saratri. they were super good and vigilant emcees. two thumbs up. =) and i don't know how high i got backstage during the sec 4 ncc performance. i was super high! and somemore i didn't smell kerosene. if there was kerosene renee sheryl geyi and i would go over the top. mwahah. alright. you didn't have to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i think judging the superlatives were super funny. when you sent some sec one off other classes would be screaming their heads off then they keep asking which class the others are from. and there was this super dao girl. i had to ask her like three times before she fully opened her mouth to show me if she had straight teeth. please. oh well. but then it was quite comical cause five of us were doing the job? okay. and she had to come and spoil our initially undampened moods. before everything we were all super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our new oc's miss azlin! she's a little scary but she's super nice during lessons. she's not a monster and she's funny! super funny. oh well. i want miss tan ching yee back! and ms chua is going to treat vania yvonne sam and me soon. yes soon. i hope her soon is soon enough cause she has been owing us that since july 04. oh yes. and angela i was funny? shutting people off? i don't get it eh. how? my face super red from anger or what? heeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. whoever i was pissed with on friday i'm neutral now. cause eveything's rather spur of a moment. anger too. and when my parents and i and my sister went to eat after they picked me up people were looking at my guide u. are they too envious that i have one or is it just that they have never &lt;strong&gt;seen&lt;/strong&gt; one? people are weird. and i saw this stall selling cds. zhen ban. five bucks for one. even vcds. all original. was searching for vol. 7 but don't have so i'm depending on janice. hurhur. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110519513761273642?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110519513761273642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110519513761273642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110519513761273642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110519513761273642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-man-at-first-i-was-not-freaked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110493712237687915</id><published>2005-01-05T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T06:58:42.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. it's like 10.45 now and i had &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; taken my bath. apparently i didn't get home very early. would you call 6.30 early? so i was too hungry i ate first then started on a maths. just doing corrections and redoing and retrying questions from the holiday assignment. loh wants it tomorrow! and there's still a few questions uncleared. go to school and ask. urghh. a maths doesn't give me any sense of dependency at all. urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to stay back for the orientation campfire rehearsal and only left school like around going to six. but en li's worse. she has choir practice till 10. poor girl. anyway the teachers are sadistic. yesterday we had bio and eng and lit. and when 10 came and i'm done with everything i was ready to surrender to the bed. super tiring. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it's only like the end of the third day but it feels as though it has been like going on for one week plus that sort of thing. why is school so draggy and long and naggy and irritating or is it just crescent? why do they love creative arts so much? it's not like the majority cares about this creative arts thing. it's just that we're forcibly dragged into it. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i would love to exchange chemistry brains with elenor seah. she writes and does equations as though she's like counting a b c please. why is chemistry so easy to her and so alien to me? i know. i'm a student. but then. wahhhhh. i wanna cry already. and rupa. i look at her hair and they huge i don't know what above her right eye i dare not look at her anymore. and they way she speaks is too over for me. the best voice is miss tan's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of miss tan i want her back! i don't mind zhao lao shi but then miss tan is super nice to us. i don't think it's because she's our co-form but she's super nice. i didn't like her at first when she took over and helped miss chua with the exchange programme thing. but then gradually she's so good and so nice to us. i mean she knows what we do and our ways and she introduces and does practical things. she plays music videos and stuff during her lessons. oh man. whichever sec one class which gets her is totally lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming online is going to get rarer, and rarer. oh man i don't like the first week. &lt;strong&gt;not at all&lt;/strong&gt;. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110493712237687915?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110493712237687915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110493712237687915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110493712237687915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110493712237687915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110475610412766673</id><published>2005-01-03T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T04:44:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually the first day of school was quite alright. but then i had my cramps. and boy were they terrible. it started on and off during the two bus journeys, and then when i was walking to school, and then in the classroom. terrible. totally terrible. it hurt like anything please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr loh walks in and saves the day! -clapclap. came in and went, "so how's your holidays?". i mean what kind of a typical question is this? but oh well. then for social studies and mother tongue both teachers didn't come in so we were rotting in class. then mr loh came in for a maths. and he went to the holiday homework straightaway. then it was &lt;strong&gt;recess&lt;/strong&gt;! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that &lt;strong&gt;azlin&lt;/strong&gt; came in for english. she's actually not that bad. i don't know why i had the inclination that she was super scary but then i came back and redid all my five book reviews cause i thought my handwriting was terrible and insincere. how un-time consuming eh. then physics. aye even maria tan and anna cheng's voice is better than &lt;strong&gt;lim min cho&lt;/strong&gt;. his voice is boring boring and i wonder how i'm going to survive his physics lessons. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that was geog. alright i used to think &lt;strong&gt;karen tan&lt;/strong&gt; was a stuck-up no brain pre-mature teacher. i was wrong. actually she's rather good as in she gives practical examples and in just two periods she's given me the rough idea as to how geog elective goes and what i should look out for when answering questions and stuff. i'm starting to think she ain't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch comes miss prada-christian dior-gucci-louis vuitton. actually miss &lt;strong&gt;eleanor seah&lt;/strong&gt;. she was totally &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; late for lessons, and she came in pink. okay shan't elaborate. in fact, no need to elaborate. then she went to give this talk that &lt;em&gt;we can do it. we can make it&lt;/em&gt;. it was like urghhh!!! rahhh. that kind of thing. then she passed down cards and made us talk about ourselves. what i wrote? a whole load of rubbish and my korean fantasy: shinhwa. haha. hur hur. hoho. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110475610412766673?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110475610412766673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110475610412766673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110475610412766673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110475610412766673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2005/01/actually-first-day-of-school-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110466146326772641</id><published>2005-01-02T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:24:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huh i dread school. argghhh. but i have to constantly remind myself, not my will, but &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; will be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110466146326772641?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110456992676292952</id><published>2005-01-01T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T00:58:46.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hebe was so chio just now during the show. ahhhh. so chio. and selina and ella looked as though they were going to attend some slumber party. -.-|||. hebe was just so so so so so so chio. oh yes. and jay was so cool when he came out partly after nan quan mama's performance. the crowd went wild. totally wild. and eh i was beginning to think that faye from f.i.r cannot really speak chinese. she sounds weird. =X but why didn't they invite &lt;strong&gt;shinhwa&lt;/strong&gt;?! grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110456992676292952?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110447199799936347</id><published>2004-12-31T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T04:21:21.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>channel five's not going to air the nation's countdown 2005. neh neh. it's time to say bye to sylvester and taufik and daphne. arghhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway kelly chen's still not done groaning over a few of her lost minutes with tvxq. please la kelly. hero and xiah looked gay. serious! their hair was like. wahhh! yikes. uknow was rather er. -dashing. hurhur. but not as dashing as dash! haha yes. but then when they started dancing i was like, "michael jackson can kao bian zhan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously korean acts are like totally on the rise. just look at shinhwa and tvxq dance. and uknow was still eh panting when they gathered all the artistes on stage. and i saw ken zhu. oh man why didn't i wake up earlier and read the papers earlier? grrrrr. zhu xiao tian eh. i started screaming to myself. and boa looked so so so so cute there. and ayumi hamasaki scares me everywhere she goes. if i ever make it to the madam tussad's museum or however it is spelled the last &lt;em&gt;wax figure&lt;/em&gt; i'd go pat is hers. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i was chanting for shinhwa to perform. then that korean woman talked so much and i didn't understand a word of it in korean. see how much improvement there just &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; to be? oh well. then she was muttering loads of i don't know what then the light dimmed on the stage. then the screens at the back went tvxq. then i started screaming to myself. so fortunate. i had wanted to watch mvp de. then ended up getting rewarded with an unexpected tvxq performance. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well let's talk about mvp. i was trying to guess which episode was it and i was so freaking overjoyed it was the last. i didn't even know it would end its run today. i don't watch tv often you see. there was the poor gao xing part, and the final competition. aahh i just love all the matches they filmed. jing cai like anything. everything some qi sui person scores a goal i go hurray! in front of the tv. a bit of a retard but i was trying to build up atmosphere you see. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ending makes me cringe please. duan cheng feng is like how big and tall and xiaoxi is like how small and petite. when he hugs her it's like a gorilla hugging a chimpanzee can. oh man. and gao xing is just so so so so cool. his eh. very dyed hair at the end was like how suitable on him. oh man. and he and barbie are super cute together. haha. and it's dumb the english translation puts xiezhi (the gay according to mel) as prince. hello?! does he look any inch a prince? no. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mel sent me the gedoutianwang clip yesterday. oh man i just cannot stand sweety. the group name's overwhelming enough and they still pair them up with renfu and xiezhi for that show and make them act that clip out in qipaos? they look so out of place. especially qiaoqiao. short and rather dishevelled hair don't suit qipaos you know? -nods head. there are better people to act but they just love sweety so much. fine. and xiaojie's only 15. oh man. i'm utterly amazed. can you even tell?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110447199799936347?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110447199799936347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took up renee's advice and eh. changed my phonebook layout. my eyes were hurting ultra badly but then now it's okay! and my phonebook's so much neater now! yay! and it's my cousin's birthday today. just sms-ed her. what a nice person am i. and tomorrow's my brother's birthday. -gasps. 31st december baby. not bad. i just realised it's turning like 2005 in two days and i am totally unaffected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to be a pleasant start for many asians because of the tsunami outbreak thing. if you caught the news, everything was so ghastly and i mean you won't want to be caught in something like that. you see those victims they all have stiff hands, reaching out, trying admist their struggle to grab onto something and save their life. life seems to us so precious now that we've witnessed what could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore is a country truly blessed. if the tsunami were to hit us we'd be submerged in water. the whole of singapore. and if you're questioning why things as such happen, i can't give you an answer. but then, these things are allowed by God to happen. it might be serving as a warning for us, for in the end days there'd be perpetual pestilence and disasters. 68,000 people dying is no joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me a small replay of the great flood God has descended onto earth for forty days and forty nights. but He has made a covenant an a promise. you know the meaning behind a rainbow? it's not that there's some non-existent pot of gold but that the rainbow is a promise from God that He would never again flood the earth like He did before. that's why a rainbow appears in the sky after every occurence of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our means and ability, we can donate some money, pray for the victimised and the uncontacted and for the families who have lost loved ones. this tragedy is unforeseen, and may the unforeseen in the future be more or less predictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110438924412943035?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110438924412943035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110438924412943035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110438924412943035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110438924412943035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-took-up-renees-advice-and-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110432091203930748</id><published>2004-12-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T03:48:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yaba daba dooooo! i made some interesting discoveries on friendster today and boy, had i a great laugh with my brother. haha. no elaboration though. and i woke up early like at nine for once and marked my e-maths and my a-maths! and i'm just left with a &lt;strong&gt;puny&lt;/strong&gt; bit of sec 2 chinese words. to be specific, the 25th-33rd lesson. yay! -throws confetti. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so guai right? yes i know i am. okay. fine. and it's school time next monday. oh no no no. and bernice huang if you're reading i added a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; testimonial for you so you better go and accept it okay! no pun intended. hur hur. there's practically nothing to blog about these days. and my blog's like practically dead. yes. after eons of revamping it's still dead. what to do. only lee hom's song livens it up a little. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh i'm bored bored outrageously bored! bored to my wits. it's so boring and i have nothing left to do! no more new vcds to keep me occupied with, no more boring homework to do, and i just refuse to learn those chinese words cause there's still thursday and friday and saturday. and no nice people have been updating and there's no one to write a testimonial for! arghh. maybe there are but there's nothing interesting to write about. &lt;strong&gt;boreddd&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lend me korean vcds cause i need to improve my korean. my korean is worse than that of the preschoolers in korea. i'm going to cry soon. my korean vocab is so limited i know only so little. i need a language teacher to teach me korean! anyone wants to take up this job? x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110432091203930748?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110432091203930748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110432091203930748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110432091203930748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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learn what's left of the chinese words for sec two. yesyes. -nods vigourously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway changed template because i felt like it. the shinhwa thing was getting boring. haha. and when i'm free i'll go change to a wang lee hom song. his new song is like whoots! the one he performed at the golden horse awards. yay yay so nice. okay. i'm sounding super childish here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what happened on sunday. oh yes. the whole conference room was &lt;strong&gt;full&lt;/strong&gt;. practically bombarded by people for the sec one orientation. almost like everyone was there. from sec 1-jc 2 currently. the whole room was so full there weren't enough chairs for everyone. talk about overhwhelming response. ok so we ate and played a hilariously funny game of whacko and then some egg game. then it was time for the programme proper. something happened. oh well forget it. he just had to say so much to make me feel so un-hundred percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well after that we went to watch phanthom of the opera. it's long and quite boring. cause i'm not an opera and artsy person. if you think you want to catch it i have nothing to say. cause the side of his face is rather...err...horrific. but the real him should be so much more better-looking for the raoul. haha. funny name. okok. but the main actress has a wonderful wonderful sweet voice. and i think if you own the soundtrack to this movie and played it before you went to sleep, nightmares will find their way to you before you even have the chance to regret placing it into the player. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. yiling, ian en, hui lin, daryl and my whole family went to cdans to play laser quest. okay. for some person i am i sure am lousy at aiming. the first game i could only scream. okay fine. then my score? -31. negative 31 when my brother's was like 430? okok. i'm throwing my face away! rahh. then the second game my score's a zero. at least it's an improvement for 31 points. x). then after that we went bowling. two strikes. x) and many many &lt;b&gt;long-kangs&lt;/b&gt;. haha. everyone had long-kangs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everyone squeezed into my dad's car. it's an amazing feat ok. eight people in a small toyota altis. i love my dad's car! then he kept blow-cow-ing that it was because he replaced normal wheels for sport ringed ones. fine. he's as ego as me cause i got my genes from him. what to do? heeh. then after lunch we went to watch the &lt;strong&gt;incredibles&lt;/strong&gt;! yes i know everyone watched it a month ago. but you can't blame me. the cinema was half-full ok. and i thought the boundin' thing at the beginning was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like dash before i watched but now i think he's just so so so so so cute please. i liked seeing him running on water! that was like so so so cool please. dash! whee! okay. and jack-jack! the part where incrediboy -rolls eyes brought him up he woke up and turned into so many things. that was freaking hilarious please. and violet. her hair was gross at the beginning. and elastigirl. yesyes. the part when her body stretched over so many doors and one guard was wondering what that was when her leg stuck out. oh man i love the incredibles. would you believe it if i told you i felt a little incredible myself when i walked out of the cinema? but then i was feeling incredibly urgent. yes. to pee to pee. and the cubicles in the toilets in west mall are so badly vandalised by inconsiderate people. all the correction fluid and all the unnice words. where have all the golden hearted people like &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; flown off to? never never land? -shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well school's starting and whenever i think of school i think of the uniform and mass runs and pe lessons and a maths. all the things i don't like. urghhhhhh. oh well. this is what the Lord has given. so all i can do is accept it with an open heart and give my best for His glory. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110422276365336660?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110422276365336660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110422276365336660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110422276365336660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110422276365336660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/auntie-pats-class-next-year-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110380184709671025</id><published>2004-12-23T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T03:38:43.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simian ah. not that i want to, but. guides has this things for sec threes to complete nyaa silver. so yah. 30 hours of community service. so two days' equivalent's 17 hours. plus i did two days in june. so 34 hours. yep. but nyaa has other clauses to complete too. i wonder why the school LOVES to torture us. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we got there we were to do f&amp;b. me and renee. then for the first part, fold napkins. nia. stupid napkins. five in one bundle. we folded 179 but supposed to do 230. too bad. the woman never take out so we didn't need to do. then we were assigned to sweep carpeted floor. the whole floor is dusty please. and carpeted floor ain't that easy to sweep. and the area it holds is like one ballroom kind. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was lunch. it's getting more pathetic. last time in june we could get coke or green tea or lemon tea in cans. now it's all packet drinks. chrysanthemun tea, soya bean milk and winter melon. and in the packet there was chicken and two kinds of vegetable. the lunch was terrible. yes. terrible. the chicken wasn't even soft enough. =X. after lunch we went to venture and i drived at one conclusion. the bird park's quite dumb. most of the birds they bring in are ugly. the flamingo may look nice but it's beak is urghhh. ugly. and i felt like breaking their legs. so thin. and once you clap they saunter away. the birds in the bird park have too a good life. they just eat and sleep and eat and sleep. they're fed and adored. how ironic it is for man to do that to birds. yikes. beginning to dislike birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we went back we have to pour orders. like coke and lemon tea and stuff. and if they wanted ice water it was tap water + ice. yeah. the typical ice water in restaurants. then we were cleaning the glasses and gobbles and clearing desks and stuff. had to stand there and clean or walk around to tidy tables. urghh. it was so tiring please. then one woman asked us to go to the kitchen to get one box of cutlery. we took the wrong one out. then we found the correct one we were ice skating. cause the ground was so soapy and slippery. but then one guy in there gave is ice cream and told the woman to let us eat. he still topped chopped nuts ok. so nice of him. =) unlike some niao people. tsssskk. then after that we just wiped the entire styrofoam box of cutlery and we could go home. haha. nice. only the ice cream part though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then one thing about these restaurants are that they are super kiam and niao. one plate of chicken rice is like $12.50. and then the gobble cup of coke is like $2.80 when they make us put ice to the brim and not fill the gobble full. i mean like the customers get like less than 1/3 of the cup of coke and it costs so much. is this what business is like? so we tried to pour more and put less ice. too kiam le. oh well. my legs are aching and urgghh. tired. saw other crescentian's names on the list. haha. too bad for them. testing time is here! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110380184709671025?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110371560212239727</id><published>2004-12-22T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T03:40:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh. i'm never going back to volunteer at the lory loft at jurong bird park. it's okay when there's one bird, but when there's like nine hundred and ninety nine in there you can just go deaf with their non-stop shrieks. chirps are supposed to sound nice but their chirps don't. and yah. 999 cause i saw in the log book that one died. haha. but not a lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people there know i'm scared of birds so they asked me to go peel bananas. half of it is like near to black. the skin is soft and the flesh is slimy. urghhhh. and i got like more than ten mosquito bites in that kitchen. urgh. and some are making nice slopes on my hands. and yes. want to know how lories pang sai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this lory whom they call 'bodyguard' cause he refuses to leave the counter desktop. this desperate bird who just keeps looking for food and pang sai-ing. tssssskk. he settles himself there, eats A LOT, then he was in this shivering position looking as though he's breathing darn hard. we thought he wanted to sleep or something. when he saunterted off all happy and energetic he left a pile of urine and &lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt; pang sai there. when you're too good to them they shit on your shirts. renee kena. she had some green shit at the back of her shirt. stupid lories. oh yes. then that same lory after sipping some nectar he squatted for a while as in made himself shorter. the way he does it is so much like men he just squats for two seconds and when he walked off there's green shit again. tsssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never going to see the STUPID lories again. they fly everywhere. yikes. i'm just natural at being afraid of animals and birds and some insects. i don't even dare touch hamsters and rabbits please. yes. that's how deep my phobia is cause there was a time when i was quite young, i was at my grandma's house at level one where there's this free space and stuff. then i was outside this mama shop. then i felt something sniffing the back of my knee. so i turned around and saw this freaking huge black dog with huge eyes looking at me then going back to my knee. OH PLEASE I KNOW I HAVE BONES BUT NOT THAT KIND! then i screamed and ran and the dog gave chase. mad dog. then i ran three rounds and went to hide behind my grandma. then the stupid black dog went away. i hate dogs. urghhh. actually some are cute but i just cannot stand any living thing unhuman except plants and trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they move and have a will of their own and they are able to climb all over you and lick you. bye. i'm totally out of the game. people don't understand why i'm afraid of dogs. this is a phobia that cannot be curbed so easily. it doesn't help one single bit when you try to frighten me cause you'd just make me dislike you for doing that. i hate furry stuff! yikes. anti-dog, anti-cat, anti-lory, anti-rabbits, anti-whatever there still is. i will never keep pets. never. yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110371560212239727?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110371560212239727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110371560212239727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110371560212239727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110371560212239727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110354298683694585</id><published>2004-12-20T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T03:43:06.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is what i call talking to myself. yeah. oh well. i won't be at home on wednesday and thursday. two days gone of rotting at home. yesyes! but then again jurong bird park isn't a very nice place to be either. especially when you're there to do voluntary work. tssssk. the last time i went there in june with renee we were at the hawk centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up watching four close-to-replicated bird shows, trying to catch fish out of this tank, cleaning the fish for the birds to eat, seeing the people there chop up dead mice. eewww. it was gross. and horse meat and i don't know what other meat as food for the eagles and stuff. and we closed the bird cages and talked to the eagles and hawks. some were pretty cute though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however most of our time was spent raking leaves and placing them into bundles of black garbage bags. it can be damn tiring and you'd feel so utterly satisfied when you're done and see the whole place &lt;strong&gt;leaf-less&lt;/strong&gt; and black garbage bags lining the area. that's called satisfaction you know. and we'd be thinking how great it would be if we had some cordial or cold drink cause we sweat a lot a lot. we have to wear track pants so just imagine how &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; and stuffy it is. urghh. but i think doing paper work better. all that we did was like help the people type some letter? and also do the contents for their journal-type books. one good thing: free lunch. okay. and they give really huge portions. you know the mountain-loads men can eat. yeah. we get exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exactly looking forward to it but at least i'd be spared of the monotonous boredom i face at home. it's so boring with just the television and the computer for entertainment. if i had scv i'd be high and hyper everyday. and i coerced myself to read through the bio textbook. haha. big joke. i couldn't even do it. i was looking at the chapter heads and thinking, "aye, i know all these already". so i went onto homeostasis. oh man it's dead boring. i'm not going to touch books until next year. aside from the Bible and borrowed books that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110354298683694585?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110354298683694585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was unproductive &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; boring. went to my aunt's house for some gathering. and er. well i should just say that i rotted there with two of my cousins who were equally bored. bored to the extent we were lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. yeah. and my sister and brother's bickering non-stop. they're like five years apart and they just bicker and laugh so much i seriously wonder what's wrong with the mentality of my close-to-fourteen brother. -shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acks. tomorrow got to stay back in church and rehearse for the open day item. i'm zophar. one of job's friends and who's job? daryl. best best. best choice. aye forget it. they had better have the white screen held up cause i don't want to face an entire congregation. =X. and i changed the music! it's now dong bang shin gi's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magic castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it sounds chrismassy and it's such a soothing ballad. ahhh. found a new love. haha. nono. still looking for the mp3 version of fly to the sky's &lt;strong&gt;gravity&lt;/strong&gt;. if you have it be a kind soul alright? -smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110336167866778471?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110336167866778471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110336167866778471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110336167866778471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110336167866778471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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reading this i think you'd be very happy. but then sadly what i said isn't wholely true. -sticks out tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to set my mind on reading this john macarthur book i had since last year but had never bothered to read. how to face the adversaries of the world and refrain from all the temptations it has in store for me. i think that's majorly important. and i got myself to read the Bible today. romans 1-3. paul's letter to the church there. one very important thing i learnt was that although you might be a lawful person who has never broken any of God's or authoritative laws, His judgement and wrath bases also upon your faithfulness in Him. i think that's very true and something i would have to learn to keep in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking to yueqi yesterday on msn i realised we have to do biology ten-year series june and november 2003 papers. oh well. as much as i want to complain, i must say that the bio teachers are already going very easy on us. and one thing i told myself to do but have yet to start was to study and revise and read up the new contents of next year's syllabus. and i have to resolve to learn how to save money. my brother's this miser who gets thirty a week and saves twenty five by eating lunch at home everyday and spending only one dollar for everyday's recess. what a pro. i wish i could be like him. i think i should start bringing bread next year and put my money to good use instead of being a spendthrift buying presents and unneccessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone who has yet to complete their holiday homework (like me), buck up yah. and yueqi if you're reading this remember to go do okay? and remember to write out the book review i typed for you! and yes! if you need a 5th book review you can ask me to send to you through msn or email since it's already in my comp. tada. and the lovely song that's playing's &lt;strong&gt;shinhwa's&lt;/strong&gt; angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110328692931313184?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110328692931313184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110328692931313184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110328692931313184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110328692931313184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-mother-was-so-generous-today.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110318426261390065</id><published>2004-12-16T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:04:22.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. church camp was fun and enriching. yes enriching and i have to try my best to change the way i live my life from now on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110318426261390065?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110318426261390065/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh. this is injustice. why am i supposed to do that? i was already in charge of the souvenirs. it's not fair to make me do things twice. and i freaking don't like these uncalled rubbish. handling the souvenirs was enough and now i have to do the display items when the rest get to sit back and literally shake their legs? i had enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will the guide den be open when the patrols go do log-drying? are the qms supposed to come also or what? it's not very nice to shift logs then rot with them under the sun. it's a duty yes, but still. if we get there and it's locked. get key from? the general office? the guide teachers? will they be in school? yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;okay forget it. i just hate the freaking hustle and bustle a few people face when the rest are off in another world of their own. if you call this teamwork go check the ruddy dictionary the ruddy school made you buy. it's freaking sickening and vexing and it's not as if i don't have other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my e-mail still is unanswered and the bloody thing is left with myself to print, compile and credentials go to everyone. woah. how fair and how &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; ignorant are the people?! forget it. if i could just go scream at some people and not feel bad i would but i won't be able to to do it. so i might as well just forget it. if you think i'm transparent when you don't need me and opaque when you need me then &lt;strong&gt;so be it&lt;/strong&gt;. just leave it to me to do every single ruddy thing in this ruddy world. it's totally okay. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110284770229884591?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110266579583954703</id><published>2004-12-10T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:11:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i feel so accomplished! cause all the holiday homework i'm left with is: 1) marking the maths questions. 2) learning the sec two chinese words plus a few lessons of the sec three words. 3) chemistry papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clap for me please! haha. i feel so guai. i was reading the chinese book yesterday. from story 13 all the way to 100. yesyes! and one thing. don't add M&amp;Ms into chocolate ice cream. it spoils &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was chatting with melissa and she showed me pictures of sylvester smoking. not smoking but with cigarettes in hand. &lt;strong&gt;sylvester sim&lt;/strong&gt;! how can you do this? i'm so disappointed in smokers. and did i mention i love watching ye man qing jia? it's so darn funny. lau kok kok is rigid like anything, and meimei is funny like anything. and that vanessa. she brings shame to every other vanessa in this world cause of her character. but she can act. lau kok kok too. wahaha. &lt;strong&gt;lau kok kok&lt;/strong&gt;. why is it &lt;strong&gt;old fogey&lt;/strong&gt; in english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bernice huang! sylvester's version is nice okay? taufik's isn't. hmph. though taupok has a better voice but his voice doesn't suit slow smooth ballads. don't be mistaken taupok is a name of endearment for the newly crowned singapore idol. -smirks. okay i just don't know why i'm so uberly lame. and it's christmas shopping after church camp! yes! i love christmas shopping. i prefer wrapping more x). kayda must be having fun in hongkong now. but my dreamland's &lt;strong&gt;KOREA&lt;/strong&gt;. i must have mentioned this a thousand times in friendster. and i was on this testimonial spree. writing testimonials are fun okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think son ye-jin's so terribly cute and sweet. so is jun ji-hyun. she's darn chio. she's the girl in the olympus u-mini digital camera ad. so chio! i love her hair. it's darn nice. but the guy in the ad doesn't seem to be able to complement her. with his unkempt beard and everything. -yikes. i love korea! whoever has korean dramas which are sitting at home and collecting dust, lend me okay? thanks! they are like the nicest shows in earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the channel merger thing. ericia hasn't got a job and her sister has. well. she only has herself to blame. i never liked her. and why helen cheung out of the whole world? i cannot stand her please. sour grapes. neh neh ah. yikes. why does the newscasting world hold her in high regard? channel eight news has always been better. but not with her face on the big screen. puke puke puke. zhang hai jie. &lt;strong&gt;yuckssss&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on i just realised i've started my previous four entries with the word 'yes'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110266579583954703?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110266579583954703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110266579583954703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110266579583954703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i-doubt-need-to-do chemistry testpapers and chinese. chinese's just reading and learning. and marking all the maths homework. sure a lot of errors. i'm &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; confident of my maths genes ok. and the chinese book the school made us read isn't that bad actually. it's quite nice okay. sprouting rubbish. and i must remember to go to jbp. priscilla and joyce and ah ne and kh and shalini and prathipa and farzanna too. okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad keeps making me play zhou chuan xiong's nan ren hai yang. that nice? or is it classified as an 'old-man' song? even my mum is singing it. -urgh. haha yes. i don't give a hoot about 5566 now. fly me to korea!!! haha my dad says zhou chuan xiong said that he does want to write songs for 5566 le. he wants to promote energy instead. oh wait hang on. you should just write songs for ah di and let him come out solo yah? -nods head. i think paula would love this. haah. seriously only ah di reigns in that group. not saying any more about energy cause i might get rotten eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110259322851558014?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110259322851558014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110259322851558014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110259322851558014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110259322851558014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/yesyesyes.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110250645287363048</id><published>2004-12-08T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T03:47:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! i am done with the history of guiding in crescent thing! -throws confetti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110250645287363048?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110250645287363048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesyes. i suddenly feel so guai. -beams. all i'm left with for the holiday homework. hmmm. seven chapters of a-maths (urghh.) plus reading the chinese book and studying the sec two chinese words plus a little bit of sec three words. that's all. i feel so accomplished today and yesterday. yesterday i finished one chinese composition and the ruddy lit assignment. it's so dumb and irritating i felt like scrunching up the paper cause i detect no irony in it at all. and the way goh wee suan types the instruction's like we are kindergarten pupils. oh. like we didn't know how to turn the paper over. and yes. this morning i woke up at nine surprisingly cause my maid wanted to wash my bedsheets. so i completed the dang e maths booklet. urgghhh. i did the median thing and the interquartile thing until i wanted to rip my hair off. it wasted a lot of my precious graph paper okay. grrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. still have to complete the history of guiding in crescent thing. best. my patrol members are the best. only one responded to my e-mail. wow. it's transparent you mean. so the whole thing i'm to complete? doesn't make much sense does it? -nods head. oh well. forget it if i'm going to be the one typing and printing and handing in. isn't that the responsibility of a patrol leader? fine. and and i wanna go out and play like i did on monday with my church friends. it was way too fun le. but it's okay. my aim for now's to complete all my work by tomorrow and friday cause there's church camp next week. i love church camp. =). cause rotting at home isn't a bit fun. at least at church camp i get to learn and play amongst the company of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i won't change the song for now cause it's too nice. i heard taufik's version on the radio yesterday and boy, it &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; be compared to sylvester's even live. i mean taufik doesn't suit recordings. he's better off performing live. cause you see him and you hear his voice. the effect of that is better than plainly hearing his voice. get it? forget it if you don't. sylvester's is earnest, honest and ladida. all the good words come pouring in. hah. and for textbooks and stuff for next year i didn't even need twenty bucks. hoho. in philippines the school gives them new books free every year and then at the end of the year you return the books to the school. no wastage, no money spent. and their annual school fees. 50 sing dollars a year. &lt;strong&gt;a year&lt;/strong&gt;. ours is like 75 per month. there's totally no difference at all. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and five mad monkeys came to my house yesterday. i just want to say that this house is mine. no correction. my parents. end of story. but then geyi was funny when dancing i couldn't help it and pi-gu were laughing away. okay. it's not for explaining. it's hard to explain. and they cooked maggi mee they brought the whole pot out to the dining room. i had an initial shock. my maid thought they were weird. haah. oh well. i'm hyper and happy but once i think of the ruddy a maths exercises i wanna throw them at mr loh. rahh. sorry kayda, borrow your sound for a moment. urghh. i don't like to do a maths. and i came back from popular and immediately became a book-wrapping station. fine. hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110249415312970921?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110249415312970921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110249415312970921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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until i had no idea how to control the car. =). and my dad just chided me for my handphone bill. =X. okay. i'll try. i'll &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;. i need to go to the toilet. acks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110234227769125146?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110234227769125146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110234227769125146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110234227769125146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110234227769125146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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renee, eileen, seo hoon and me were there. woah. nice. it wasn't even one quarter. nonetheless, had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fighting with shiyun over the radio station thing. haah. and the radio's reception was that bad. we had to hold it up in order for it to be clear. well. actually sheryl and chien ru wanted to go to the gym but it was for people 16 and above. and we needed adult supervision. which we didn't have. so we ended up in eileen's house. watched the last episode of stairway to heaven. they were complaining about me cause i kept commenting. aye. if everyone's going to keep quiet for the whole show it'll be boring. and the girl died in the end. what's with the dying phenomenon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she loaned me the classic and windstruck. i didn't expect windstruck to be like that. stupid ending. argh. i must watch shows with happy endings or else i'd be like unhappy for the whole day kind of thing. sucker for happy endings. hah. but the female lead's chio chio chio!!! okay. whatever. if you're free go sign the guestbook okay? hah. okay. there's nothing much to say about. tomorrow i'm going right to the very east of singapore. that means &lt;strong&gt;twenty five&lt;/strong&gt; stops on the mrt. how &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;. aye. what to do? but my father said he'd fetch me home wherever i am! yay! haha. nice. and on tuesday janice geyi and peiqi are coming. there's nothing more except homework and more homework. saddening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110224733830550078?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110224733830550078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110224733830550078' title='0 Comments'/><link 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deserves it. olinda...yuccckkkkkksssss. yucks indeed. go read life! there's this terribly ugly picture of her in there and a small report that she voted 900 times for taufik, spending $450.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey auntie. we all know you're damn rich. don't have to flaunt your rich-ways like this right? and this only shows that you're a &lt;strong&gt;sore loser&lt;/strong&gt;. sylvester's not to blame for your not getting into the finals. you go blame your fans. stop being such a sore loser. and the only reason you can give? you are taufik are buddies. oh yes. then sylvester and taufik are not buddies. haven't you known them for the same period of time? need you be such a sore loser? what on earth is your big problem please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that you have no fashion sense even on stage, and i don't know why it's like this. you can just declare and show singapore seriously how biased you are. sylvester didn't kick you out. blame it on yourself. yes. you have a good voice. so what? so that's great? taufik has a good voice too. leandra too. david too. if you don't have the x-factor don't blame sylvester and stop not taking him into regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you're saying sylvester was the one who kicked you out then go do some soul searching. taufik kicked you out too right? stop being such an idiot and a pathetic sore loser. seeing you on national television irks me. hearing your voice amongst the ten wonderful people irks me even more. so what if your voice is nice? your attitude stinks as much as your ego does. taufik is your buddy. yes. then sylvester's what? your enemy? stop being so biased cause no other contestant did say whose side they were on. if you want to stand out, jolly good. but not in this way that you are unable to earn respect. that would only make people like me &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; you more. stop being such a sore loser and go back to your rich company and be the proper marketing director. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i love sylvester and taufik, you're nothing in my eyes but a sore loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110204360330643303?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110204360330643303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110204360330643303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110204360330643303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110204360330643303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-yucks.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110196814118212580</id><published>2004-12-02T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:29:21.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey. taufik's the first singapore idol. but nevertheless, i still like the both of them. i voted four times for sylvester and got only the return messages this morning. this is how jammed up the server is. wahey. interesting. and jessica'a blog was so funny. gurmit singing old macdonald's had a farm. hah. i loved taufik's &lt;strong&gt;me and mrs jones&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;i dream&lt;/strong&gt;. the way he sang i dream was droolable. i was like in the midst of being hallucinated and illuminated into another realm. so nice! and he looked good yesterday. and go get eight days. the interview on both of them were cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a spectacular show and i thought the best part was when all eleven of them came on stage to sing the medley of i have no idea how many songs. i liked leandra's rap. dick lee was so exhilarated when he saw her rap. haha. and his song. not bad actually. the lyrics were darn cute. but but one person spoiled the show last night. nono. make it two. douglas oliverio and olinda cho. the oil people. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either douglas has no fashion sense or he just has bad bad bad taste and awful colour combinations. i have no idea what material that was but it was an awful green. green didn't go with his face please. he looks worse than a toad. and olinda cho. oh man. i dislike her more than i dislike &lt;strong&gt;christopher&lt;/strong&gt;. she's disgusting. a visor, leather jacket, blouse, cargo pants. do they match? obviously not. i hate the way she holds the mike away from her mouth when she sings. yes yes lung power. careful not to let mosquitoes fly in. tssk. and also the way she dances. please please just look at &lt;strong&gt;leandra&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;maia&lt;/strong&gt; and get them to teach you a thing or two. even &lt;strong&gt;beverly&lt;/strong&gt; is better. and beverly looked nice in her pink dress yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;daphne&lt;/strong&gt; was so so so so so so so so cute! i don't have much to say about &lt;strong&gt;jeassea&lt;/strong&gt;. and &lt;strong&gt;david yeo&lt;/strong&gt;. he wasn't an inch ah beng at all. &lt;strong&gt;jerry ong&lt;/strong&gt; was still constipated but a hundred times better than olinda cho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i just cannot stand olinda cho. so yah. sorry. but i liked the part when &lt;strong&gt;taufik&lt;/strong&gt; came in by a car and &lt;strong&gt;sylvester&lt;/strong&gt; rode in on motorbikes. it was so freaking grand please. ouch. too bad i wasn't part of it. if i were there i would have screamed my head off for both sylvester and taufik. yesyes. i used to diss the thought of the initial singapore idol but now it's become part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvester's "&lt;a href="http://beautiblue.com/music/idream.mp3"&gt;i dream&lt;/a&gt;","&lt;a href="http://beautiblue.com/music/anjing.mp3"&gt;an jing&lt;/a&gt;","&lt;a href="http://beautiblue.com/music/itsmylife.mp3"&gt;it's my life&lt;/a&gt;". i have taufik mp3s too so if you want beep me on messenger. but i have to get "i dream". it's too darn nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110196814118212580?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110196814118212580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110196814118212580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110196814118212580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110196814118212580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/2004/12/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9385478.post-110190064362352581</id><published>2004-12-01T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T03:32:57.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm the on the verge of dying. firstly it's the final showdown tonight and i'm damn worried for sylvester. aye shat. he had better win. but both ways he gets a contract doesn't he. oh well. and i'm such a good girl i managed to finish off four a maths assignments in the club house. i almost wanted to die there. it was &lt;strong&gt;terrible&lt;/strong&gt;. this couple went in and the man proved that he excelled in push-ups. i think he was trying to cover every single corner of the small gym and he had to expose his legs to the whole world. woah. and the song they were playing was some shit techno-rave track. it kept repeating and repeating and i muttered aloud that that song was terrible. too bad my voice wasn't loud enough. i felt so tempted to go in there and switch it to some other channel. and when they came out they left the television &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; the stereo on. how considerate and thrifty. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9385478-110190064362352581?l=granite-powder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granite-powder.blogspot.com/feeds/110190064362352581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9385478&amp;postID=110190064362352581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9385478/posts/default/110190064362352581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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