<?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-32699787</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:48:14.006+08:00</updated><category term='Mr Jason Ong is the coolest conductor e-v-e-r'/><category term='i hate myself sometimes'/><category term='mug'/><category term='choir(:'/><category term='arguements'/><category term='NEMO'/><category term='afraid?'/><category term='party'/><category term='ass'/><category term='AMC'/><category term='singing compeition'/><category term='photos'/><category term='pretty pretty'/><category term='fuhua primary'/><category term='tough life'/><category term='speechless'/><category term='parents'/><category term='it&apos;s the start of something new'/><category term='ikea'/><category term='results'/><category term='3rd place'/><category term='tears'/><category term='EOY'/><category term='spread the love'/><category term='History'/><category term='confused'/><category term='one year old'/><category term='bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong.'/><category term='Rock Star'/><category term='sister'/><category term='teddy headstand'/><title type='text'>ESTELLEEEEE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1256348364546397680</id><published>2008-02-22T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:50:24.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the madness post</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e500a8efc59573c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e500a8efc59573c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764356%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39859F45B1855052313DD9F6602BBF2870B2EDC5.3CE92F3EE48B477F7910CB1D4321FD1912E734C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e500a8efc59573c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFs9G0uazq4Errq43K6BIPU1r_fM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e500a8efc59573c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764356%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39859F45B1855052313DD9F6602BBF2870B2EDC5.3CE92F3EE48B477F7910CB1D4321FD1912E734C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e500a8efc59573c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFs9G0uazq4Errq43K6BIPU1r_fM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test today was simply madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i found a video HuiShi, Anginn and i took before choir practice last year. It was also madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Sometimes, i think the word &lt;i&gt;madness&lt;/i&gt; is fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness. Madness. Madness. Madness. Madness. Madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, i'm a madwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R75-kfoGM3I/AAAAAAAAA6s/IbqiDZDZLuo/s1600-h/funtimes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R75-kfoGM3I/AAAAAAAAA6s/IbqiDZDZLuo/s320/funtimes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169708587697976178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1256348364546397680?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e500a8efc59573c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1256348364546397680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1256348364546397680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/madness-post.html' title='the madness post'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R75-kfoGM3I/AAAAAAAAA6s/IbqiDZDZLuo/s72-c/funtimes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-722921771260269782</id><published>2008-02-21T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:58:46.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel of music</title><content type='html'>We had the workshop today. And everyone thought it was going to be done by some old, slow, fierce lady. But to our surprise, the workshop was actually conducted by Adam Khoo company(the same company as our November Camp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness the lady is freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way she talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has this way of motivating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really found out something about myself, that whatever i do, isn' really my decision:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choice Secondary School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choice of subjects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Target Setting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Future Career&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Points for O Levels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choice of school after O Levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Course in Junior college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING I DO IS CHOSEN BY MY PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they haven't been really supportive all these years ever since i got 2sisters coming my way. But somehow or rather, i seem to pick myself up after every incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave up on me for Chinese yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;*GO study by yourself la*&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give up, but i told myself the consequences of giving up. I might have to  retake the test again(which meant MORE studying!) and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to continue with what i had and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i was doing target setting for O levels. And my (parent's) target was:&lt;br /&gt;English 1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 1&lt;br /&gt;A Math 1&lt;br /&gt;E Math 1&lt;br /&gt;Geography &amp; Social Studies 1&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 1&lt;br /&gt;Physics 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 perfect points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are my actual targets.&lt;br /&gt;English 2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 5(I'll be super contented if i pass)&lt;br /&gt;A Math 1&lt;br /&gt;E Math 1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 1&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1&lt;br /&gt;Physics 1&lt;br /&gt;Geography &amp; Social Studies 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math test tomorrow and Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;No retest what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;I can do it. Yes i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the workshop next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;She is like a motivator in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all,&lt;br /&gt;good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-722921771260269782?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/722921771260269782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/722921771260269782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/angel-of-music.html' title='angel of music'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4268244584900075707</id><published>2008-02-19T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:38:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"this aint a lie."</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, i do not speak this language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There were one gender in this world and there were no such things as boys, male, men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks me home and takes me to school.&lt;br /&gt;He sits at one corner and we do things secretly.&lt;br /&gt;He is nice.&lt;br /&gt;He has got rumours going on.&lt;br /&gt;He is young.&lt;br /&gt;He is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He sings.&lt;br /&gt;He is handsome.&lt;br /&gt;He is hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have got to focus in my studies especially Chinese and Emath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OM NGJGUCSF&amp;amp;%^TGHV jfvysDTC JBJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god whetever,&lt;br /&gt;i have chinese to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;PS: it would be kind of &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; to text me and, guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4268244584900075707?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4268244584900075707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4268244584900075707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-aint-lie.html' title='&quot;this aint a lie.&quot;'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7588726275904004860</id><published>2008-02-17T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:20:12.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot guys and study dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R7g0PPoGM2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/dV-xYBCOhJA/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R7g0PPoGM2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/dV-xYBCOhJA/s320/DSC00619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167938008905036642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone text me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7588726275904004860?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7588726275904004860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7588726275904004860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-guys-and-study-dates.html' title='hot guys and study dates'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R7g0PPoGM2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/dV-xYBCOhJA/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6906743215182914974</id><published>2008-02-14T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:27:20.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i don't like you la. But I love you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sweet but not enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology practical today was freaking because i was totally confused on which steps to do and what to use. And also the fact that the Bunsen burner didn't like me today even if it was Valentine's Day. The flame was huge and it was 45&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt; to the left and sometimes to the right. Everything but 90&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had chinese lesson. Chinese class would usually be spent by trying to understand what Mdm Seah is talking about and figure out when and why we have to do this and sometimes how we are going to do this. Her chinese is a tad to profound for me, okay, make that, a perfect 100% too profound for me to understand. I believe a couple of students in my class share my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir after school was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN FUN FUN&lt;/span&gt;! Although it wasn't that well-planned but at least everyone got to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurongville has some stupid arrangement whereby there's this Enrichment Program for either the Secondary2/3 will have to attend and it just so happens to be on THURSDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why of all days must it be on Thursdays!?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we don't have CCAs on Thursdays!&lt;br /&gt;i know people like MianWoon would LOVE to miss band but not everyone dislikes going for practices. There are still people like me, Anginn, HuiShi, YunBei, and Grace who wants to attend singing sessions!&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday WanHui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6906743215182914974?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6906743215182914974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6906743215182914974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-like-you-la-but-i-love-you.html' title='&quot;i don&apos;t like you la. But I love you.&quot;'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-9151465782960570699</id><published>2008-02-13T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:30:54.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to get a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired and so sleepy whenever i arrive home from school ever since Chinese New Year. Then i'll start in my homework(which is usually AMath/EMath) then i'll revise my other subjects, take notes and go straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short And Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Online Gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, i'm forced to worry about O Level when i'm just a mere fourteen year old girl! I'm not even fifteen yet, for holy cows' sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Heavens. i need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning to find that my eyes were really went and so was part of my pillow. Dang i even cried in my dreams! The stress must be acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i met up with Weile, HuiShi and Anginn at 6.30pm so we could go to school together. Anginn will be moving to lakeside so this is probably one of the last times she'll be taking 99 and 334 back and to school. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back for &lt;s&gt;a little while&lt;/s&gt; TWO HOURS just because of Chinese Talks.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;So we got a talk about how to be humorous (or whatever it is) and another one on some chinese competition. okay whatever, we have to pay like 55dollars for the competition and the school happily made it compulsory. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking out every time i have chinese classes. Why? Maybe because i'm not smart enough so catch whatever Mdm Seah is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she's nice and everything but sometmes she talks to fast. Maybe she should at least have given us some of the new words found in the book because every word seem a little alien to me. SO everytime i go home after chinese class, i'll check every alienised word i see on the dictionary and take note of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, people from some other classes carry their nice pretty/handsome smiling laughing faces back to class while i'm gloomy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk, i might somehow or rather start to grow white hair at this rate. I have like so many things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Choir auditions, YEAH! council, hair, face, Emath, biology, physics, CHINESE!, english, geography and social studies, O level, my sugar consuption, tuition homework, piano lessons, brain, news, O levels and Mianwoon(she keeps bugging me to update my blog!). EVERYTHING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is driving me to the brink of insanity. Maybe Secondary3 students are all like that. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind soul please save me from this utterly crazy stupid ridiculous thing.&lt;br /&gt;Please please, or maybe some random handsome guy will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It's valentine's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;16Feb's Chantelle's birthday and 17's Jowynn's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEM IN ADVANCE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for Valentine's Day from &lt;i&gt;Size Doesn't Matter&lt;/i&gt;, a book by Meg Cabot.&lt;br /&gt;January's guy was just too cold&lt;br /&gt;February's was way too old&lt;br /&gt;March's guy came too late&lt;br /&gt;April's guy simply couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;June brought out the boys in linen clothes&lt;br /&gt;Like July and August, talk about jerks&lt;br /&gt;September's had the softest hand&lt;br /&gt;October's took me to foreign lands&lt;br /&gt;November turned out to be a friend&lt;br /&gt;But December still finds me alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calendar Boys&lt;/i&gt; by Heather Wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's guy is full of himself&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's guy drinks only scotch, top shelf&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's guy is a commitment phobe&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's guy will never phone&lt;br /&gt;Friday's guy is not going to call&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's guy is not into girls at all&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday's guy is the worst of all&lt;br /&gt;He's glued to the set and that dang football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guys of the week&lt;/i&gt; by Heather Wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-9151465782960570699?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9151465782960570699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9151465782960570699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-to-get-life.html' title='i need to get a life'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-3340220825919714531</id><published>2008-02-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:17:50.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money money money</title><content type='html'>Green Hoodie- RM99&lt;br /&gt;3/4 sleeved top from topshop- RM89&lt;br /&gt;White LTC Sweater- RM70&lt;br /&gt;Orange Top- RM10&lt;br /&gt;Flawless(Book)- RM35.50&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen Unpredictable Tales(Book)- RM31.50&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Freshmen Never lie(Book)- RM26.95&lt;br /&gt;3earrings- RM10&lt;br /&gt;Necklace from Diva- RM36&lt;br /&gt;Total= RM372.45&lt;br /&gt;After convertion= SGD167&lt;br /&gt;Equals= Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Malaysia. Insect Bites Insect Bites. Gross? Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o1foGMlI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bjfqJa65ipI/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o1foGMlI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bjfqJa65ipI/s200/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164899615895859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o1_oGMmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/FsHdIpMbVos/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o1_oGMmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/FsHdIpMbVos/s200/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164899624485794402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o2PoGMnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/enEzq7N5rrU/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o2PoGMnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/enEzq7N5rrU/s200/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164899628780761714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o2PoGMoI/AAAAAAAAA40/DCssuvQQk6o/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o2PoGMoI/AAAAAAAAA40/DCssuvQQk6o/s200/DSC00578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164899628780761730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i've put the really disgusting photos really really small because it's really gross. I know it's a budget hotel we're staying in but it's just gross okay. We're paying like a-third lesser than the good hotels, ones with better food, and services( and won't charge us RM1 for extra towels). Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qV_oGMrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VChNXWDy_zs/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qV_oGMrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VChNXWDy_zs/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901273753236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWPoGMsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/HGefoiBeY6w/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWPoGMsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/HGefoiBeY6w/s320/DSC00589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901278048203458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWfoGMtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/WCma5x0wrUw/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWfoGMtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/WCma5x0wrUw/s320/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901282343170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWfoGMuI/AAAAAAAAA5k/cEFOtuPuDl0/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWfoGMuI/AAAAAAAAA5k/cEFOtuPuDl0/s320/DSC00593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901282343170786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWvoGMvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/BtKe61UBLc8/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61qWvoGMvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/BtKe61UBLc8/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901286638138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61q6_oGMzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1u_Tg5VJr04/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61q6_oGMzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1u_Tg5VJr04/s320/DSC00596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901909408396082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61q7PoGM0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/VpE70aZjHys/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61q7PoGM0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/VpE70aZjHys/s320/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901913703363394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61q7PoGM1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/30yW910ie0Y/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61q7PoGM1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/30yW910ie0Y/s320/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164901913703363410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Praying for my granddad and my grandmother's sister&amp;amp; Shopping PartI.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw this deceased boy who died on his birthday. He was only 11 when he died! Oh.My.God. That made me treasure my life even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove to Pavilion(2/3 the size of Vivocity) and we did some light shopping over there. Christelle didn't want to feel left out so she tried walking but she kept slipping because the floor was very slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Shopping Part I.5&lt;br /&gt;Why i call this Part One Point Five(1 and a half) because all i bought was books. And spending moneny on books weren't counted as shopping so.... yeah. And Christelle took her first official 5 steps of life. By herself. While holding a paper bag in one hand. The whole thing went like this,&lt;br /&gt;My maid was just looking around when..&lt;br /&gt;Some lady: Hey your baby walking by herself.&lt;br /&gt;She turned and Christelle giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have reasons to believe that my grandma needs a pair of glasses. Observe:&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle: Ew! There's a bug!&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: *hits spider with her slipper* Spider&lt;br /&gt;*Looks around, faces Dad and says*&lt;br /&gt;What's your Problem? Why'd you take my slipper away?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *gives shocked face* Huh? I didn't take laaa.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: There. The one you're holding on your left hand?&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: Ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone laughs and Christelle giggles the loudest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh So Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Shopping PartII&lt;br /&gt;There weren't many shops open because of Chinese New Year and so i only got a top from Parkson.&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Times Square with my dad to do some &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; shopping. There were sales everywhere!(Okay, maybe just sales in the shops that are open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Chinese New Year rehearsal on Tuesday(okay, i wasn't really required to attend...) because i had to rush over to Malaysia. My parents kinda scolded me for being late as i was supposed to arrive home at 4. Okay whatever. Come on, rehearsals are way more important. Then my mum commented that fbts are too short and girls shouldn't wear shorts like fbt. And she also commented the fact that i should standardise whether i want to tuck in my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I so need to rush on my hoework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HCNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-3340220825919714531?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3340220825919714531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3340220825919714531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-money-money.html' title='money money money'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R61o1foGMlI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bjfqJa65ipI/s72-c/DSC00575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8350671212546913998</id><published>2008-02-03T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:35:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the desperate need to shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3MyntDvI/AAAAAAAAA38/wcBGLJ9mFF0/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3MyntDvI/AAAAAAAAA38/wcBGLJ9mFF0/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663609480580850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very Expensive top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3NSntDwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KJI0xHcPSDc/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3NSntDwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KJI0xHcPSDc/s320/DSC00558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663618070515458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple cookies from my Piano teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3NSntDxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/tKZmZMzeAMQ/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3NSntDxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/tKZmZMzeAMQ/s320/DSC00565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663618070515474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3NintDyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lzr-MvFb53w/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3NintDyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lzr-MvFb53w/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663622365482786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics made me a little bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am very sure and can guarantee that a certain somebody has been playing with my computer. Why?&lt;br /&gt;#1, Why are the speakers of my laptop set to like almost the maximum(which could be made me deaf)&lt;br /&gt;#2, i think she installed the new MSN version or whatever because now i am such a stranger to it.&lt;br /&gt;#3, this is not the first time it has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first official shopping-spending-money-session- for-the-sake-of- Chinese New Year kinda thing. And i only got a top. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A 89 dollar White blouse top from Taka.&lt;/span&gt; In my opinion, i think it's quite a good experience for a girl my age to be shopping for items exceeding $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my mum said i should start wearing dresses(which i totally agree but i can find the right price to begin with). I picked a pretty cute dress yesterday too but it wasn't of the right size and the price nearly choked my saliva and tongue or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says i need to have those kind of seldom-worn clothes for special events. So i told her i have enough of seldom worn clothes and i need more of frequently worn clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i bought an $89 top and 2books. I think i spent more time browsing through books than i browse through dresses. Both by Meg Cabot: Princess Diaries to the Nines and Size doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes i wonder, maybe the price is an encouragement for me to wear dresses because the higher the price and nicer clothes it is? HAHA, i am totally clueless about what i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite satisfied with myself. I actually managed to finish studying the first 2chapters of Phyics in an hour! :D Okay maybe because i started on Tuesday and stopped halfway so i continued my revision this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got distracted by Meg Cabots book so i decided to read her books instead of continuing with biology. Reading Princess Diaries makes me wanna go on a shopping spree with a budget of $1000. How cool can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia gets a limo, a shopping spree of like $2000(and her dad doesn't get angry at her for spending money like wasting water), and she's cool and pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OHMYGOD I WISH I WAS MIA THERMOPOLIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was just a random shoutout because i know i really don't wanna be her because Princess lessons are boring and you have to give talks to people so they can get inspired. And probably i'll have a Grandmere that worries about everything and is very self-centered, a mother, Dad(prince of Genovia) and stepdad(Mr G-Math teacher at school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical family huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be changing my number because my bills are always so-not-pleasing-to-the-eye.  And there's this new student plan which has unlimited sms-es blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna continue shopping, to Fox or Gordano would be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8350671212546913998?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8350671212546913998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8350671212546913998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-desperate-need-to-shop.html' title='In the desperate need to shop'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6V3MyntDvI/AAAAAAAAA38/wcBGLJ9mFF0/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6177031076548030131</id><published>2008-02-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:09:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two kids with a handful of sunflowers</title><content type='html'>Today was my first and only official study day at school and all we had was biology, chemistry, social studies and physics.&lt;br /&gt;No Emath, no Amath. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No brain food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHNO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have to study for biology and physics test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go shopping for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped recess duty today because i was still feeling a little dizzy from the antibiotics the doctor prescribed. And i was super duper hungry and tired so i doubt i will stand for like even 5minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had choir practice after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the choir alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Explorer went crazy yesterday so i downloaded firefox. I'm still trying to get used to all the red dotted underlined words everytime i accidentally typed my words wrongly. It's like a spell check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and tired and tired and tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, everyone's looking forward to Chinese New Year. Okay, maybe it's because of the adults-giving-money part. I'm not really that excited because Mr Lam decides to give us a test just before CNY. Just great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the choir committee is planning to go on a girl-outing (Duh, there's only 1 guy in the committee!) on Valentines' Day since we're all single except for - and -. Either ways, i hope it'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i'm not focused in whatever i do. I seem to be forgetful and all i can think of is scores, songs, notes, pitching, rhythm and choral music. OHMYGODISONEEDTOFOCUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i just wanna talk to jvgtys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, did i mention about the combine rehearsal with CO yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was .____________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say i'd rather we sing a ccapella, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want Math lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6177031076548030131?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6177031076548030131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6177031076548030131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-kids.html' title='two kids with a handful of sunflowers'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-952665770076792530</id><published>2008-01-31T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:57:33.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8YyntDlI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vNLek-ofJn0/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473044546129490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8YyntDlI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vNLek-ofJn0/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8ZSntDmI/AAAAAAAAA20/atpUkNGTKNs/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473053136064098" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8ZSntDmI/AAAAAAAAA20/atpUkNGTKNs/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8aSntDnI/AAAAAAAAA28/_kLLjx03smU/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473070315933298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8aSntDnI/AAAAAAAAA28/_kLLjx03smU/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8ayntDoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/9ITsqapIsng/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473078905867906" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8ayntDoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/9ITsqapIsng/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8bSntDpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/I_i-eYN15zQ/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473087495802514" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8bSntDpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/I_i-eYN15zQ/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E83intDqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/4dVI17aBNDI/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473572827106978" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E83intDqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/4dVI17aBNDI/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love self-timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E83yntDrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/5QN2Ij8f50g/s1600-h/P1290185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473577122074290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E83yntDrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/5QN2Ij8f50g/s320/P1290185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E84SntDsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7sD2ZB82-Tg/s1600-h/P1300211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473585712008898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E84SntDsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7sD2ZB82-Tg/s320/P1300211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E84yntDtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2INp1aAfzX4/s1600-h/P1300219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473594301943506" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E84yntDtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2INp1aAfzX4/s320/P1300219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E85CntDuI/AAAAAAAAA30/87d5TOwRB8w/s1600-h/P1300221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473598596910818" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E85CntDuI/AAAAAAAAA30/87d5TOwRB8w/s320/P1300221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fever and i'm thirty-eight degrees hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is precisely why i get to miss lessons and skip school.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;And they are probably having assembly now. (which will be boring, i guess?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in short, the camp was okay. Not that bad but it could be better.&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer council camp. It's way more fun and hyper.&lt;br /&gt;This camp was more like, slow, peace peace, slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO not hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because of my fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a tad bit tanner after sitting in the sun, listening to the school counsellor talk. (Yes, i know. That's the weirdest thing right? School counsellor travel all the way to campsite to make a speech. Result: Girls arrived back to school an hour later than the guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mianwoon keeps bugging me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Huimin if you read this, let's put a password at our blog so she won't check. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fret not fellow choristers,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going for practice later, for the test and the combine practice with the CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOGOGOGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Good night world.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy schooling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-952665770076792530?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/952665770076792530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/952665770076792530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-thirty-eight-degrees-hot.html' title='i&apos;m hot'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R6E8YyntDlI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vNLek-ofJn0/s72-c/DSC00545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1568031538202833343</id><published>2008-01-27T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:51:07.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna get out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5w2qSntDkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2rydTsfygSA/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5w2qSntDkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2rydTsfygSA/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160059373240520258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Mdm Pamela a very interesting English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to use words like, Strategy and Totally. And the way she says it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week ends today and i'm going for Sec3 camp tomorrow. And to think that i have not packed my bag yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been nagging at me since yesterday. They even nagged at me during breakfast. I know it's for my own good but can't a girl like me get one nice peaceful breakfast on a beautiful Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it wasn't about O levels but about A levels. Newspapers and GP.&lt;br /&gt;GP stands for General Paper. It's something like Social Studies i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for camp. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone,&lt;br /&gt;although i think it's not going to be good not that the sky has started crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1568031538202833343?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1568031538202833343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1568031538202833343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-get-out.html' title='i wanna get out'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5w2qSntDkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2rydTsfygSA/s72-c/DSC00525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1292243688153471475</id><published>2008-01-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:40:18.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna go CNY shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5rjyyntDjI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nlTACDG8KEU/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5rjyyntDjI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nlTACDG8KEU/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159686784827592242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often i wonder why parents &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt;LOVE to lecture their kids.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there another way to communicate with them?&lt;br /&gt;Why make them do things they don't want to? (such as taking up speech therapy course after my 'A's)&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have the best parents&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeple say, &lt;i&gt;It's for your own good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am saying, &lt;i&gt;My foot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Since they are all for my own good, then why don't parents try to sit down and talk to us nicely? It's not like we're gonna gobble them down or anything.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even apprecaite what we do, yet they want us to appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are supposed to give support to their kids.&lt;br /&gt;So why do they want to compare us with top students and make us feel so miserable?&lt;br /&gt;i know! &lt;i&gt;It's all for our own gooooooooooooooooood&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What good does it do to compare us?&lt;br /&gt;It is very discouraging for a child to see her parents complimenting her friend instead of herself. It hurts her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hides in one corner to cover her tears from her friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Money doesn't fall from the sky everyday."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words were said by the exact same person who spends money on countless pairs of shoes, wallets and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;So now they want her to get a job while topping the school. What do you think she is? Superlady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim her english is bad and her vocabulary is limited. Her story is not interesting and her handwriting is untidy. Plus, she's a lazy girl that likes to watch the television all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her shoes. She bets you are going to talk back at them or even get help from Tinkle Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps silent and agrees to whatever they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a totally different personality when she's at school and at home. She's probably the bubbly, cheerful and hyperactive girl you see at school who's always laughing and jumping around. But, she's also the quiet girl who submerge into the beautiful lyrics by her favourite singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll won't believe that that girl is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to go CNY shopping unless i request for one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to watch tv because i need to study for next years' O levels.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep by 10pm at night after finishing my homework and revising.&lt;br /&gt;My weekly allowance is $25 including weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anyone about the person i have a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be as smart as my friends in top schools.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot lose to them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm expected to study Speech Therapy after A levels in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost made to quit choir because i'm committed into choir.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have privacy at home when i talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get new stuff like bags and water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to suntan.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until after O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need to suntan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not such a happy kid after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1292243688153471475?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1292243688153471475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1292243688153471475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-go-cny-shopping.html' title='i wanna go CNY shopping!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5rjyyntDjI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nlTACDG8KEU/s72-c/DSC00489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-943622126636924097</id><published>2008-01-25T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:11:27.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can i drop Emath please?</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, i, ESTELLE NG LI EN of JURONGVILLE SECONDARY SCHOOL, class of 3A, would like to drop Emath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bound to fail today's test. I do not know how to do completing the square.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had chinese test yesterday. It was &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;(fillintheblanks)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So can i drop chinese and emath? because Amath is way easier, maybe because i have tuition. Whatever. I so need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m94intDgI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aM1Eoh54EE4/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159363627193273858" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m94intDgI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aM1Eoh54EE4/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school really early for Front Gate Duty in the morning with Ahmad. We talked and gossiped alot about teachers. OOOOOps. Then today i told him that this is probably going to be his last time doing front gate duty in his life.&lt;br /&gt;So we played this stupid game which i still don't get. And this cute little white-feathery bug visited us at the front gate. Ahmad kept saying that was a moving tissue paper and it was moving very slowly because the wind isn't strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said, maybe it is bug that got entangled with tissue or maybe it's a little peacock. Haha. That was riduculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, maybe we dicovered a new species and we'll name it Madtelle! (if we really hit the news, i bet the first person he'll tell is Gilda. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back yesterday really late to make agar agar for the sales today. Yesterday was also the release of the O level results. i walked past Mrs Neo with 2 other graduates-chialiang and his friend and we went:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Neo: Estelle come here, i want to see you getting this results two years later.&lt;br /&gt;-She let me see the results slip-&lt;br /&gt;English 3, Emath 1,Amath 1, Chinese 3 and the rest was either 2s or 3s.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?! Sure or not.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Neo: Yes especially for Emath and Amath.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i try la.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Neo: but maybe for English you can get higher than him because he speaks half-english half chinese during lesson time. That's why he got the same points.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked away, thinking &lt;i&gt;Ohshit, A for english?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m94yntDhI/AAAAAAAAA2M/oHlwz2KBtgk/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159363631488241170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m94yntDhI/AAAAAAAAA2M/oHlwz2KBtgk/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales have been good for the past few days, managed to sale everything we've ordered except for the balloons and teachers were &lt;i&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt; to buy the items we sold. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m95CntDiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/a3BYM4mvQ_M/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159363635783208482" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m95CntDiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/a3BYM4mvQ_M/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i didn't have time to update my blog this week. (Thank god Mianwoon isn't free to spotcheck on my updates.) Secondary 3 life is really killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have got to focus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more thinking of cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;No more thinking of my Bosco Wong, Drake Bell and Benny Chan (DDD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had bubbletea. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-943622126636924097?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/943622126636924097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/943622126636924097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-drop-emath-please.html' title='Can i drop Emath please?'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5m94intDgI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aM1Eoh54EE4/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7121501180298359983</id><published>2008-01-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:28:40.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong.'/><title type='text'>bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SAW BOSCO WONG IN PERSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUCH A LUCKY KID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S FREAKING SKINNY AND TALL AND CUTE AND SKINNY AND CUTE AND HANDSOME AND CUTE AND HE'S FROM HONGKONG AND &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably arrived home by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7121501180298359983?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7121501180298359983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7121501180298359983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/bosco-wong-bosco-wong-bosco-wong-bosco.html' title='bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong bosco wong!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-56011345964752841</id><published>2008-01-20T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:51:18.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosco Wong's in Singapore! What am i doing at home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBhmN2qvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/meiVJI9kCYA/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397306231139058" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBhmN2qvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/meiVJI9kCYA/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiShi and i were cutting Ruishan's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBh2N2qwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/CmUb8qbTMa0/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397310526106370" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBh2N2qwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/CmUb8qbTMa0/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBh2N2qxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/HpPSDP56eY4/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397310526106386" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBh2N2qxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/HpPSDP56eY4/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new advertisement for ice peach tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBimN2qyI/AAAAAAAAA1c/JrUka6yJaoM/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397323411008290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBimN2qyI/AAAAAAAAA1c/JrUka6yJaoM/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBimN2qzI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6e6zWhwB3zU/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397323411008306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBimN2qzI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6e6zWhwB3zU/s320/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to collect my scholarship award yesterday at Yuhua CC. I noticed that i sat beside the exact same person i sat beside last year and i saw familair faces.&lt;br /&gt;Reine, Samanthat Sim &amp;amp;Tan, Koh Hong Wei, Zhi Xiong, Bernice, ZarWin and some other people whom i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry fellow blog readers that i have to change my url again. For some reason, i just had the urge to change it. Yes i know it's so random. And i've change my blog song to a much longer song. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i know a triple science double math student like me should be studying biology now and write notes about red blood cells and all but i got so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LEVmN2q2I/AAAAAAAAA18/IOJzyYLZvPw/s1600-h/drakebell.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157400398607592290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LEVmN2q2I/AAAAAAAAA18/IOJzyYLZvPw/s320/drakebell.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LEVmN2q1I/AAAAAAAAA10/L9ahM7EcvXA/s1600-h/bennychan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157400398607592274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LEVmN2q1I/AAAAAAAAA10/L9ahM7EcvXA/s320/bennychan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LEVWN2q0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/1zUjvE0GQDw/s1600-h/boscowong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157400394312624962" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LEVWN2q0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/1zUjvE0GQDw/s320/boscowong.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd boyfriend(Drake Bell's 1st, Benny Chan's 2nd), Bosco Wong's in singapore and will be going to Causeway point today at 7pm. What am i still doing here? I should be there squeezing with all his crazy fans right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i hope i can persuade my mum to take me to Causeway Point to see long lost boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-56011345964752841?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/56011345964752841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/56011345964752841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/bosco-wongs-in-singapore-what-am-i.html' title='Bosco Wong&apos;s in Singapore! What am i doing at home?'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R5LBhmN2qvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/meiVJI9kCYA/s72-c/DSC00441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4564363623387713589</id><published>2008-01-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:48:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spread the LOVE week 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21Jan to 25Jan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fund-raising event organised by Jurongville YEAH! council&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Items sold:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand-made Cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo badges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agar Agar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class/CCA bagdes will be pre-ordered and designs and money will have to be submitted by Monday, 21Jan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$2.50 for 35 bagdes and above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$3 for 34 bagdes and below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All proceeds will be given to the Student Advisory Centre Clementi Branch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youth Hands-On Day Outing postponed to &lt;b&gt;1Feb, Friday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope everyone can support us in this as this is the first time we're asked to do this programe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today went pass just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Physics, Biology, CHINESE (DDD:), Recess, Assembly, English, Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics and Biology was like the usuals. Biology teacher made us laugh and all when we're learninng diffusion, reminds me alot about Literature though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back our timed practice. Man, i got 7/9 because of the stupid first question. I misread the &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;s. Dang. Goodbye 2marks. And i totally can't believe &lt;s&gt;Elvin&lt;/s&gt;WeiTing scored full marks! I am sooooo retaking the test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came everyone's dreaded subject-Chinese. So not fair, Mdm Seah came today and Mdm Lin didn't so they had sorta a free period. I was pleased with myself because i managed to keep my eyes open throughout the lesson. i managed to get myself focused and listen to the teacher. But half the time Sherra and i were talking and the other half i was thinking of recess and i didn't have energy to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;, the queue was so long and everyone was squeezing like crazy. The Quest for Survival!&lt;br /&gt;Then came the long-awaited assembly. Mr Mohan talked about CCAs and the way is speaks is extraordinary, unlike some other teachers who just talktalktalk in a boring manner. Then we did the YEAH! council announcements and smiled and wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to class for English test and left for lower secondary assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practice was meaningful and well-spent. Everyone was tired and smelly and hot because we couldn't find the air-con remote control so we had to suffer in the dance studio while CO gets the AIRCONDITIONED music room. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee Meeting after that and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is it me or is it that today is such a warmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiShi keeps telling me, 'i feel so hot(warm).'&lt;br /&gt;And i toally agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of long post,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4564363623387713589?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4564363623387713589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4564363623387713589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah.html' title='yeah!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-3875464085597751603</id><published>2008-01-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:58:41.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8GN2qnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/1K2evBk_Qok/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156071750474574450" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8GN2qnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/1K2evBk_Qok/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8WN2qoI/AAAAAAAAA0A/5rjBGHiHjIc/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156071754769541762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8WN2qoI/AAAAAAAAA0A/5rjBGHiHjIc/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My balcony ceiling fell DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8mN2qpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/dVnyo1WW1QQ/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156071759064509074" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8mN2qpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/dVnyo1WW1QQ/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L82N2qqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/i7jbUA-MiV4/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156071763359476386" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L82N2qqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/i7jbUA-MiV4/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L82N2qrI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vIKnFvl1Toc/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156071763359476402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L82N2qrI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vIKnFvl1Toc/s320/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44MOGN2qsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Kb3eAYTyshY/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156072059712219842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44MOGN2qsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Kb3eAYTyshY/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44MOWN2qtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8C6472okLS4/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156072064007187154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44MOWN2qtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8C6472okLS4/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44MPGN2quI/AAAAAAAAA0w/McrVnpQo7EI/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156072076892089058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44MPGN2quI/AAAAAAAAA0w/McrVnpQo7EI/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have become very moody these few days especially since everyone wants the Orientation Camp tshirt only now when the camp was like 3weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been coming home late these few days because of the fundraising event. Because the YEAH! fundraising event is held next week. I hope it runs smoothly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We has Timed Practice today and it was so NOTGOOD. For those people who doesn't know what timed practice is, it is this little Math test which consist of only 2questions and you have to solve the 2questions in 10minutes. But Mrs Neo said, we should do it in 7minutes. Anyways, i think i got the answers wrong for the first question. i got something like x=0, y=0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep now, having English Comprehension test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have to lead warmups for choir tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-3875464085597751603?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3875464085597751603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3875464085597751603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-camp-tshirt-o-camp-tshirt-o-camp.html' title='o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt o camp tshirt!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R44L8GN2qnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/1K2evBk_Qok/s72-c/DSC00372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4208630117204775430</id><published>2008-01-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:48:59.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy of toilets</title><content type='html'>Sometime i think adults are out to torture (although what they do sometimes is for the best of us) harmful innocent secondary school students like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came up with a &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; rule about toilets on the 3rd and 4th floor being locked so people don't hide in the toilets to smoke their health away and so we won't leave toilet papers hanging and floating outside/around/inside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, locking up with toilets won't do any good to the smokers because they can jolly well find other toilets that are unlocked. And as for the wastage of toilet papers, i am speechless. I totally understand that the school's trying to save paper(be it toilet of non-toilet) and all, but limiting the toilets in school doesn' really make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Anginn said, What's the point of building toilets when no one uses it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, won't we students have to miss more of our precious lesson time just to answer nature's call on the 2nd level?&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they totally missed out about people who have extremely weak bladders. We might as well contruct a portable toilet in each class so no one can smoke and we can limit the amount of toilet paper used right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat rule huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely moody after laughing for 4hours straight at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm tired of waiting. Someone please text or nudge me to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4208630117204775430?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4208630117204775430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4208630117204775430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/joy-of-toilets.html' title='the joy of toilets'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1561527421484117446</id><published>2008-01-13T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:26:30.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's Shakespeare in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154951403960445538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oQ_WN2qmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8nEZXxrVk6w/s200/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, this is censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oQH2N2qjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/EiPChCohPgU/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154950450477705778" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oQH2N2qjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/EiPChCohPgU/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cui dong cui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP7WN2qeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YUPKbHp05R8/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154950235729340898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP7WN2qeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YUPKbHp05R8/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me we look so alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP7mN2qfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/WRSiF2uGtKY/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154950240024308210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP7mN2qfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/WRSiF2uGtKY/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP72N2qgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/QOUMgfLINm4/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154950244319275522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP72N2qgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/QOUMgfLINm4/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP72N2qhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/REJb01nuUWU/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154950244319275538" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP72N2qhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/REJb01nuUWU/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP8GN2qiI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/zMh1rre1ba8/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154950248614242850" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oP8GN2qiI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/zMh1rre1ba8/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i even spent 15minutes of my precious life trying to piss someone off. Aargh, so not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i kinda took many photos with my sister and i think she enjoys it although she doesn't really know what's going on but still. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more library trips with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like mondays because school starts at 8.20 in the morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1561527421484117446?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1561527421484117446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1561527421484117446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-shakespeare-in-love.html' title='that&apos;s Shakespeare in Love'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4oQ_WN2qmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8nEZXxrVk6w/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5141314153809975122</id><published>2008-01-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:00:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least i don't go around telling the entire world i'm in love with a certain somebody and whatnots especiallywhen it isn't the truth. And my point of asing you is why bother starting rumours of yourself? You like people to talk about you behind your back? Okay, i'll tell you something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'let's be frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dislike you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i dislike the way you show yourself to the opposite gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i dislike the fact that you are disgrace to the female population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And what's upsetting me the most is that you are a student councillor.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good job, freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm sorry, that was meant to be very sarcastic in case you don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wasted my morning in the library watching videos and gossiping. How stupid. But i kinda enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5141314153809975122?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5141314153809975122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5141314153809975122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-least-i-dont-go-around-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-9982834211222175</id><published>2008-01-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:44:14.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153718190000744914" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4WvY2N2qdI/AAAAAAAAAyo/WNX8QjfIEVQ/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys must be owndering why i got home early when school ends at 1325 today(3A still has Emath remedial though). Anyways, i've got badbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbad cramps3 since 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take the pain anymore and i left during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope assembly was fun without me. HuiShi must be bored to death without me and Anginn(Anginn was late for school so she had to sit in the concourse for the whole day, What kind of a school rule is that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED and my cramps are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i took my height and weight during PE yesterday along with 3B, 3C and 3D. School has the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; arrangements huh? Anyways, i've gained 1.9kg and i don't think i've grown any taller. I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mianwoon's picking on people who doesn't update the blogs. So i shall post a long post for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, today's such a random day. Everything i say is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have a hard time explaining to my parents about the huge digits that's going to appear on my phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;boyfriend, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and still in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-9982834211222175?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9982834211222175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9982834211222175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six.html' title='five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4WvY2N2qdI/AAAAAAAAAyo/WNX8QjfIEVQ/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5401964496255488789</id><published>2008-01-06T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:40:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undercover boyfriend</title><content type='html'>The day of the long-awaited Oreintation Camp 2008 finally came and left. It was fun and i bet everyone's going to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second camp and next year's going to be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakers.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder who's real and who's fake. Sometimes they're on your side and sometimes they talk bad about you behind your back. Sometimes they act like they're your girlfriends, have girly talks with you and other times they start gossiping behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the Mass Dance IC and so i had to finish teaching Witch Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the day was confusing and fast because some guy just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to give a briefing to start of the day. Kinda stupid right? So everything esle that were after the briefing had to be rescheduled and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after lunch was like working out for me. I ran around the level sorting the tshirts out. I'm like, i think i'm going to lose weight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i strolled past 1A after everything, i was asked to be the substitute ChuThing for 1hour plusplus so i glady agreed and took on the job. i taught them some cool new cheers and help them edit their skit and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campfire was alright. The Student Council item Whine Up, was like OMGITSSOCOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2cpAD9E_eh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2cpAD9E_eh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i had to dance between Gabriel and Aizat. Gabriel was funny, as usual. And Aizat was, very lost. But the whole thing was cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to grab the mike for 5678 and yell the dance steps into the mike.&lt;br /&gt;I like Eppo E Tai Tai because of the sound effect, so RuiShan and i were crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuan, Jessie and i had to make last minute decision because other classes had got cheers after their skit. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1A's skit was the one with the most lasting impression on everyone because during the skit, Gilda(the pretty one) tripped over the campfire and it toppled on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had to skip the theme song because we didn't have time to sing it so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/B-gkiK3ImX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/B-gkiK3ImX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared cup noodles with HuiShi(like i always do every single year) and then we rushed up to the training to get our bath stuff and bathed.&lt;br /&gt;That was when HuiYuan told us that the toilet will backout every 15minutes if they sense no movement. So HuiShi and i started freaking out when Chuthing and HuiYuan left the toilet. Because no one was moving and the both of us wre bathing in the cubicles. Sensers don't sense the cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;So the two of us started screaming for help and we tried to make some obvious movements. So we decided to bathe as fast as possible and run out.&lt;br /&gt;Some sec2 councillors saved our lives and created some movements by coming into the toilet. I love them: Yiting &amp;Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;HuiShi and i ended up washing our soapy hair outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights off for Coucillors were at 1, and Rise &amp;Shine was 5thirty. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we found grey fbts highcuts, soap, hanger and a pink water bottle so we sorta had a jumble sale. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA fair was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chen left halfway because he had other schools to conduct, so we did pretty well i would say. Touched people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yentil came over at night for farewell because she's leaving today for KL(Her mum got posted there for 3years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4Ccn2N2qbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pK5b3DVC3Ws/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4Ccn2N2qbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pK5b3DVC3Ws/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152290182094301618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4CcoGN2qcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NlCxxTNZE_w/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4CcoGN2qcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NlCxxTNZE_w/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152290186389268930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the library today to study Emath and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, chemistry is BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5401964496255488789?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5401964496255488789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5401964496255488789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/undercover-boyfriend.html' title='undercover boyfriend'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R4Ccn2N2qbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pK5b3DVC3Ws/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2606607323256105560</id><published>2008-01-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:45:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year, a new beginning</title><content type='html'>HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived school at 0640 on the dot to meet the councillors so we can get our class tags and all. I actually wanted a sec 4 class because i have never held a sec4 class tag before but whoever knew that they mixed the classes up and i got 2N2 DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO not used to seeing the guys wearing long pants especially my math buddy HENG HUAI SHEN, they defintely look taller(Hafiz, i'm still taller than you.) and did i tell you that Hafiz just broke his voice?! So when's Haziq's turn? :DD Anyways, the guys still have that childish look on the faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, they &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to class, and arranged our tables and all. The class was &lt;i&gt;very obviously&lt;/i&gt; split up into their secondary2 classes so 2A was on the 3rd row, 2B were at the top left hand corner, 2D were all at the back and 2C were scattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Lam went something like, Okay, i've taught 1/2 the class before so i'll just introduce myself a little. I'm Mr Lam. (Okay he said something like that, but it made us laugh anyway) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, i left for recess and photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking was fun, you get to meet new faces and talk to them and all. Plus, you get the air-con room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i left for mass dance at the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ooooooooooooooookay, for a start. Because i so do not know how to teach the secondary ones and be hyper at the same time? Yeah. But Express was alright, class leaders were GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have much homework yesterday, only to revise Chemistry and Emath chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back for CCA fair rehearsal. It was better than usual, at least we can hear more of the Altos now. Mrs Teo(formally Ms Poon) said that Mr Chen was way better than Mr Ong. Okay, quite true i have to say. But i'm still more used to Mr Ong sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived school alittle later today, by a few minutes. But we still had to wait for some other people to come. It was raining so we had to return to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Turns out that no one was allowed to withdraw the keys except for Mr Lam, so 3A was standing and sitting outside the classroom like homeless geniuses. Then we had our own pledge-taking in class as well. Then the councillors left class after my first Physics lesson with Mr Lam. It was alright, quite interesting but very monotonous. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching the secondary 1s the Mass Dance during upper secondary recess so some people decided to visit me and see how i was doing. The people included: Marilou, kzx, guorong, rachel? and some other people whom i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;i had to purposely teach witch doctor very slowly to the express classes because i still have another session with them tomorrow :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed up to training room for phototaking and this time, it was with the normal stream. Did i tell you how dirty minded the guys there were?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS. BOYS. Those with broken voices. XY chromosomes. One's with the childish amature look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross, even Ignatius is scared of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i went back to class just in time for English and was greeted by Mdm Pamela saying, Hello and you are? Then she went on rattling about O levels English Paper 1 and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whoa, scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were saved by the belllllllllll. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan and i were sharing our day as upper sec girls in different class over our quick lunch. Pre-camp briefing and sorting of tshirts next.&lt;br /&gt;And we had a runthrough of Mass Dance, which was GREAT! Everyone danced so nicely. :D What's lacking is the smiles and hyperactiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we helped Vania get the tables and chairs down to the concourse. RuiShan and i went crazy about Physics and measured the amount of force and speed we needed to get to places, and the magnitude and number of brain cells we would lose. And the amount of water and heat lost from our bodies. Then we got so hyper that we decided to jog around wherever we went to saying, HOHOHO. Then we run around the camp fire and all. And lied on the floor due to breathlessness. So we raaaaaaaaaan to the Ladies and adjusted our hair and socks(although i doubt men do that in army but who cares). After that, because of our oversized blouses, we perspired ALOT so we walked with our arms in lines with our shoulders just like a scare-crow back to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when teo hyperactive and drama people and mixed together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm very tired and yet excited for the camp tomorrow. I hope it doesn't rain(not because i don't like the rain) so everyone can be happy and we won't have that many stuff to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the CCA fair goes well too. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2606607323256105560?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2606607323256105560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2606607323256105560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='a new year, a new beginning'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2500362596121086502</id><published>2008-01-01T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:42:48.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s the start of something new'/><title type='text'>yesterday we were girls, today we are upper secondary girls</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post of the year:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First things i did on 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said: Save the Cake!&lt;br /&gt;Breath of Air at: The Yeo's&lt;br /&gt;Touched: Phone&lt;br /&gt;Show Watched: Some chinese drama&lt;br /&gt;Thing i laughed at: HuiYing's godbrother, Han?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i went over to the Yeo's along with Yentil and HuiYing for the countdown. What can i say? Their house is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; and unlike mine, it's clean and spacious. Yeah whatever. We updated each other on the lives we were leading.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: My life's the easiest and students from International American Schools study real hard.&lt;br /&gt;Yentil's been posted to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and HuiYing quit Basketball for the school's Opera team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we went so dramatic because we didn't know whose timing we should follow. Mine was like 0001 while Yentil's was 1259. So we just anyohhow countdown and started wishing each other Happy New Year. Then we took photos and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/9049/dsc00295ut9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/9049/dsc00295ut9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4369/p1000273zb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4369/p1000273zb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2663/p1000275xq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2663/p1000275xq3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/3517/p1000284fh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/3517/p1000284fh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/4153/p1000287mb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/4153/p1000287mb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3509/p1000288ds6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3509/p1000288ds6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2417/p1000293df9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2417/p1000293df9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/9416/p1000295ct8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/9416/p1000295ct8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/8824/p1000296ip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/8824/p1000296ip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/801/p1000335vd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/801/p1000335vd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2910/p1000337ec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2910/p1000337ec1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNRISE TODAY At 0630 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4639/p1000359zc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4639/p1000359zc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions are(like every year), Taller Tanner and Better Grades.&lt;br /&gt;So easy to remember right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and have a happy new year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2500362596121086502?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2500362596121086502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2500362596121086502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-we-were-girls-today-we-are.html' title='yesterday we were girls, today we are upper secondary girls'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2646796622725168018</id><published>2007-12-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:33:31.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be the right guy and i'd be the best friend that you'll fall in love with</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i seem to have fallen for a &lt;s&gt;stewpid smelly&lt;/s&gt; freak who doesn't seem to care of i exist in this world. i seem to have many rivals and pretty thickskinned ones too. why can't i like someone who's outspoken and loving. why must we hide around. why must we be like a runaway couple just because. why must i like him. and why must she be like this. why can't we be together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, there were three parties.&lt;br /&gt;Am i the third one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rachel Ong.&lt;br /&gt;Happy last day of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news: Yentil Lim's Back:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2646796622725168018?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2646796622725168018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2646796622725168018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/youll-be-right-guy-and-id-be-best.html' title='you&apos;ll be the right guy and i&apos;d be the best friend that you&apos;ll fall in love with'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8592905815127123250</id><published>2007-12-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:05:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin rash</title><content type='html'>hello everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i'm having a serious skin rash on my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, just when everyone's excited for the new year then i get this stupid skin rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the first person i'm going to start hating is the person i love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodbye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8592905815127123250?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8592905815127123250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8592905815127123250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/skin-rash.html' title='skin rash'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1991534217728451673</id><published>2007-12-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:18:07.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good tidings we bring to you and your kin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to town with my partner Huiying.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, i've known her since i was in Primary 2 and we have never went out together before. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;So today, Christmas Day in the year of the boar, Me-Estelle Ng, went out with my oh-so-smart-and-spastic partner-Tan HuiYing, for the very first time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we crapped all the way to Marina and i got my pencilcase there. :D&lt;br /&gt;And we headed down to Bugis because she wanted to walk around and stuff. Every shop we entered was playing a Christmas song and i know most of them, thanks to all those caroling. :D Even the toilet was playing &lt;i&gt;Winter Wonderland&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Let it Snow&lt;/i&gt;. We didn't get anything nice so We ended up taking neoprints and watching Alvin &amp;amp;the Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh, they are the coolest singing animals E-V-E-R. :D&lt;br /&gt;And they sang Witchdoctor, My mass dance song. In a very cool way la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the photos, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-XGN2qUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/NU3N7xuCk8I/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147894046843644226" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-XGN2qUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/NU3N7xuCk8I/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-XWN2qVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LGqVYdYNN_M/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147894051138611538" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-XWN2qVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LGqVYdYNN_M/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-CWN2qOI/AAAAAAAAAww/glYYz5f3s_g/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893690361358562" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-CWN2qOI/AAAAAAAAAww/glYYz5f3s_g/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-CmN2qPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GRAX4d3Dkpk/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893694656325874" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-CmN2qPI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GRAX4d3Dkpk/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, i do not have a crush on this guy. Just that Huiying and i both think that guy looks alot of GOHJIANYUN. Beware, he could be his 20yearold dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-C2N2qQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VFdamMz_ixw/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893698951293186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-C2N2qQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VFdamMz_ixw/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-DGN2qRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/e3U1_rRfpIs/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893703246260498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-DGN2qRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/e3U1_rRfpIs/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-DGN2qSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/jiKLRCxHzu8/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893703246260514" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-DGN2qSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/jiKLRCxHzu8/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9eWN2qJI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fVBw99PB9qg/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893071886067858" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9eWN2qJI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fVBw99PB9qg/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9emN2qKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/IVygzlQjlFc/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893076181035170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9emN2qKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/IVygzlQjlFc/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9e2N2qLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BewOjPyyj5Y/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893080476002482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9e2N2qLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BewOjPyyj5Y/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9e2N2qMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/GAoN7aDsNLw/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893080476002498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9e2N2qMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/GAoN7aDsNLw/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9fGN2qNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YbV7goHuN6s/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893084770969810" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D9fGN2qNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YbV7goHuN6s/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1991534217728451673?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1991534217728451673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1991534217728451673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-tidings-we-bring-to-you-and-your.html' title='Good tidings we bring to you and your kin'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R3D-XGN2qUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/NU3N7xuCk8I/s72-c/DSC00273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7392659817706888056</id><published>2007-12-23T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:08:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that time of year, where the world falls in love</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l62N2qEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2blciO1cxJE/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147163485791496258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l62N2qEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2blciO1cxJE/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l7GN2qFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/i_388duv2rc/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147163490086463570" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l7GN2qFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/i_388duv2rc/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Christmas. You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because we get to sing christmas carols and everywhhere you go, you'll hear christmas carols flooding your ears and minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my short trip to KL, Malaysia. Nothing special really happened, just that we went SHOPPING :D&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in a thousand years, i bought new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And white skinnies and a spongebob wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25oDmN2qHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YaEp_tD2KVM/s1600-h/banglecrazy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img \src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25oDmN2qHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YaEp_tD2KVM/s320/banglecrazy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147165835138607218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25otGN2qII/AAAAAAAAAwA/MGHZRF0F7y0/s1600-h/telephone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25otGN2qII/AAAAAAAAAwA/MGHZRF0F7y0/s320/telephone.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147166548103178370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l7WN2qGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mV6sXu97YFE/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147163494381430882" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l7WN2qGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mV6sXu97YFE/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight everyone. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7392659817706888056?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7392659817706888056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7392659817706888056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-that-time-of-year-where-world-falls.html' title='it&apos;s that time of year, where the world falls in love'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R25l62N2qEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/2blciO1cxJE/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6613021975060207765</id><published>2007-12-21T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:25:58.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Jason Ong is the coolest conductor e-v-e-r'/><title type='text'>Party @ Mr Ong's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2sVXGN2qDI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qxOhCT9Veyk/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2sVXGN2qDI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qxOhCT9Veyk/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146230485750818866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i say that Mr Ong has the coolest house ever?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's cool and his house is cool too. But the venue isn't cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir(or maybe just 20 of us) went to Mr Jason Ong's house for a 'farewell party'. Well sorta farewell. We were more like bonding with the senoirs and taking over his house. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juanne, HuiYuan, Anginn and i explored his house abit before the real party began. We kinda got lost and alighted 2stops before the actual one so we kinda freaked out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong bought a whole refrigerator full of drinks because he thought 30people were coming over and all. And he has the coolest stove and living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were having fun taking photos in the kitchen when the lights went out after Jacob touched the lights. So we went,'Ohhhhhhhh, Jacob.'&lt;br /&gt;Then before we knew it, the whole house blacked out and we were playing the piano in the dark. Then while waiting for dinner and the electrican to arrive, Mr Ong played some songs and we sang along. It was like campfire at Mr Ong's because he lit candles everywhere and we were all singing choir songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the electricity came back and we watched tv and ate pizza and kfc.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took photos like crazy people but i don't have the photos with me, they're all with Mr Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Party, the guys stayed overnight so i wonder how the house survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating in the weekends(well, i don't go online on Saturdays and Sundays) because i'll be at Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Good Day everyone. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6613021975060207765?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6613021975060207765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6613021975060207765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-mr-ongs.html' title='Party @ Mr Ong&apos;s'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2sVXGN2qDI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qxOhCT9Veyk/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5018406896567996940</id><published>2007-12-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:31:58.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if we were a movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX52N2pzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AOTDUoLBkb8/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670331821106994" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX52N2pzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AOTDUoLBkb8/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX6GN2p0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/Zpqv7rX9zlA/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670336116074306" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX6GN2p0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/Zpqv7rX9zlA/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX6GN2p1I/AAAAAAAAAto/J1rNZNIyOic/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670336116074322" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX6GN2p1I/AAAAAAAAAto/J1rNZNIyOic/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYdWN2p3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/vovLmwMoK3w/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670941706463090" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYdWN2p3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/vovLmwMoK3w/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYdWN2p4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9-z_WFhdczU/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670941706463106" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYdWN2p4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9-z_WFhdczU/s320/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYd2N2p5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/uDebbF2ZURE/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670950296397714" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYd2N2p5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/uDebbF2ZURE/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYd2N2p6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QmiRiiSw1-w/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670950296397730" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYd2N2p6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QmiRiiSw1-w/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX5WN2pxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ADdVOFte-Jc/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670323231172370" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX5WN2pxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ADdVOFte-Jc/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGGN2p7I/AAAAAAAAAuY/E5YTc4uPbNM/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145671641786132402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGGN2p7I/AAAAAAAAAuY/E5YTc4uPbNM/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGWN2p8I/AAAAAAAAAug/VcI62rt1nOQ/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145671646081099714" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGWN2p8I/AAAAAAAAAug/VcI62rt1nOQ/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGmN2p9I/AAAAAAAAAuo/cvpuVjxhktU/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145671650376067026" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGmN2p9I/AAAAAAAAAuo/cvpuVjxhktU/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGmN2p-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/0qG9ZBs_tgw/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145671650376067042" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZGmN2p-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/0qG9ZBs_tgw/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa everyone's touching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZG2N2p_I/AAAAAAAAAu4/_A8mHFhIF24/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145671654671034354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZG2N2p_I/AAAAAAAAAu4/_A8mHFhIF24/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYdGN2p2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/_cClPU-QFwA/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670937411495778" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kYdGN2p2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/_cClPU-QFwA/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this in my phone, and i had nothing to do with it. RuiShan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZ02N2qAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/t2ziAvkQntY/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145672444945016834" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZ02N2qAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/t2ziAvkQntY/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZ1GN2qBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/dUka31qzYCk/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145672449239984146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZ1GN2qBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/dUka31qzYCk/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Gifts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZ1WN2qCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5sbQmVPcryI/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145672453534951458" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kZ1WN2qCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5sbQmVPcryI/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift for my piano teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX5mN2pyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/kAa_O9rQBG4/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145670327526139682" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX5mN2pyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/kAa_O9rQBG4/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Meeting today was expected to end at 5pm and not lunchtime. Mrs Goy and Mr Kan are going to leave the council(actually i knew that like 3 weeks ago but i was forced to pretend nothing was going to happen). So Azlin, HuiShi and i rushed to complete the slides before Mrs Goy arrive so i guess we made it? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was cake cutting session and stuff and committee meeting after that. B-O-R-I-N-G. But it wasn't actually a meeting because half the committee weren't there, some left already while some wre absent so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for IMM with RuiShan and Huishi after that, talked around and gossiped alot. And we got ourslves friendship bangles: Mine-Blue, HuiShi-Orange, RuiShan-Creamy Dirty White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm tired and i have facial appointment in the morning and party in the afternoon. Dang, i'm beat everytime i arrive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5018406896567996940?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5018406896567996940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5018406896567996940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-we-were-movie.html' title='if we were a movie'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2kX52N2pzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AOTDUoLBkb8/s72-c/DSC00176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8963482470210106152</id><published>2007-12-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:16:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Choir Leadership was GREAT. I made some new friends and we shared some of the techniques used for our choirs. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we combined and sang two songs together. It was totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday that you get to sing in a 200plus choir with fabulous tenors and strong basses. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a shortout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEER UP KOHZHIXIANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8963482470210106152?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8963482470210106152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8963482470210106152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-3427386491384318021</id><published>2007-12-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:00:12.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweetie and i have secret hand shakes</title><content type='html'>I woke up especially early just for the conducting course, the one that just has to be held on the other side of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, in the bus seated beside Yunbei, panicking because we don't know where/how one earth Lucky Plaza looks like. Okay then a kind lady told us where to alight and whatever. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKYOULADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we alighted and checked to see if 4N would take us to Siglap South CC, just like it's stated on the paper Ms Poon gave us.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that, Yes 4N goes there but it's service starts at Midnight and ends at 4 in the morning. So there we were panicking because it clearly wasn't 4am. So we looked on the list of buses and the read every single bus stop and found bus 16 which would take us to Siglap South CC directly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we panicked again because we didn't know where to alight. After much confusion, we alighted and kinda got lost and we called Mr Ong and he rescued us from our dilemma. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HURRAY FOR MR ONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conducting Course was okay. They invited this guy from Australia to host this event. His name was Mark something. The morning session was about warm-ups. We learnt different techniques and skills required for warm-ups. We also learnt that people of different age requires different level of difficulty for warm-ups. Warm-ups are supposed to be fun yet serious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we basically learnt what the conductors did during practises: Arrangement via voices, warm-ups, learning of scores, communication etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two demonstration choirs after lunch. First one was a Primary school and they presented their set piece for us. Whoa, they sounded fabulous but they looked abit stiff. So Mark helped to loosen the children up and told them to connect with the audience with their eyes, face and body. God, they sounded way better after their session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the boys from Cathelic High. Yunbei and i were still guessing whether they were in Primary or Secondary School at first. I said, they looked quite mature so they had to be in Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;She: Then why no long pants?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Some schools are like that. Just see the socks, those with long/high socks are junoirs and short/ankle socks are senoirs.&lt;br /&gt;She stared at me and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite true aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an evil kid. Yeah, and because of that, the sky decided to cry and we had a 2hour bus ride back home. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i went Christmas Shopping yesterday. Wasn't allowed to spend alot of money because my parents weren't people who could print money with a touch of a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have leadership course tomorrow, i don't know if i have the energy to attend piano lessons. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-3427386491384318021?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3427386491384318021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3427386491384318021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sweetie-and-i-have-secret-hand.html' title='my sweetie and i have secret hand shakes'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1651018838533757818</id><published>2007-12-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:05:21.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i gave up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2N7RGN2puI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZwXriqqQJVc/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144090733043951330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2N7RGN2pvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MOqOkQqZmkU/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144090733043951346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2N7RWN2pwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5JUUrq3NFbQ/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144090737338918658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my computer hangs whenever i enter Adila's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super tired yesterday so i didn't have a chance to quite elaborate on my post. I had Dance practises at school yesterday. I wasn't the one teaching though, i was the one learning it. This = BAD.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get the steps right at first because it was fast, tough and fast and tough. Haha, but i got the steps already, practice makes perfect. :D But i hope it's the correct order. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the YEAH! meeting. We did loads of discussions, and more new brilliant news were coming out. I sorta got addicted to designing. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with a capital B. And no one's talking to me on Msn.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite get logarithm. It's tough and confusing. And i don't see why there is a need for two abbreviations: &lt;i&gt;lg&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;ln&lt;/i&gt;. What difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;One's called log and the other one's lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatthehell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike my cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a weird girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1651018838533757818?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1651018838533757818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1651018838533757818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/but-i-gave-up.html' title='but i gave up'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2N7RGN2puI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZwXriqqQJVc/s72-c/DSC00142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7899283517469057151</id><published>2007-12-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:30:24.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone please say, We love 2A!</title><content type='html'>Uhhuh, the 2A class chalet was greaaaaaaaaatt :D&lt;br /&gt;Me liked it, Loved it, and would crave for more of such events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you guys want me to type every single event here, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC7mN2prI/AAAAAAAAAsY/z4_4fWQrgaE/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143817684793075378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC7mN2prI/AAAAAAAAAsY/z4_4fWQrgaE/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC72N2psI/AAAAAAAAAsg/YKARJ_TzQYw/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143817689088042690" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC72N2psI/AAAAAAAAAsg/YKARJ_TzQYw/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC8WN2ptI/AAAAAAAAAso/BIqYYnDX2ik/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143817697677977298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC8WN2ptI/AAAAAAAAAso/BIqYYnDX2ik/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos are with Anginn, maybe posted at the class blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gathering at Mr Jason Ong's house next thursday, 20th December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7899283517469057151?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7899283517469057151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7899283517469057151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/everyone-please-say-we-love-2a.html' title='everyone please say, We love 2A!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R2KC7mN2prI/AAAAAAAAAsY/z4_4fWQrgaE/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4589160221625240797</id><published>2007-12-10T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:20:06.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>female bodies/hormones freak me out</title><content type='html'>Okay, i have the urge to start my post like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good Heavens! My laptop have been switched on since 9am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiYuan, Chuthing and Azlin came over to do some SC stuff that's really urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this should be a secret. i repeat, A SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then Azlin went home for lunch while HuiYuan, Chuthing and i went for lunch at Yuhua Village. We gossiped and talked about many many things, say for example, female's body? Yeah, and surgeries, dentist, teachers, boyfriends and G-strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask, for it has something to do with the teachers and Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is the 11th day of the 12th month of the year of the boar.&lt;br /&gt;Which means the 2A class chalet will be tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me is excited. But i don't know what to bring. Swim suits or no swim suit? Fbts or denim shorts. School tee or home tee. Dang, someone please help me. And how much money do i have ot bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, and i've to bring my charger along because a certain-somebody will surely have many photos to take with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i'll go pack now. Or maybe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay good day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142271042326923650" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R10ERKCsiYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/zniu4yC9tFs/s320/1_419581482l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cool hairstyle but my mum doesn't allow me to tie like that to school. She thinks i'll look like a siaochabor. Okay whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4589160221625240797?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4589160221625240797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4589160221625240797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/female-bodieshormones-freak-me-out.html' title='female bodies/hormones freak me out'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R10ERKCsiYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/zniu4yC9tFs/s72-c/1_419581482l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-9007584796015013963</id><published>2007-12-07T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:25:31.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a friend by the name of RuiShan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5FqCsiTI/AAAAAAAAAro/U2CpHEapHMM/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141203218967857458" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5FqCsiTI/AAAAAAAAAro/U2CpHEapHMM/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5F6CsiUI/AAAAAAAAArw/pRLg0uDPqrc/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141203223262824770" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5F6CsiUI/AAAAAAAAArw/pRLg0uDPqrc/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5GKCsiVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ElgvxOA7qVA/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141203227557792082" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5GKCsiVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ElgvxOA7qVA/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141203227557792098" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5GKCsiWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ibWiJt2PSSo/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141203231852759410" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5GaCsiXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MUCHeuJSB2g/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4t6CsiOI/AAAAAAAAArA/KGgUeyDRnvQ/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202810945964258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4t6CsiOI/AAAAAAAAArA/KGgUeyDRnvQ/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Advertisment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uKCsiPI/AAAAAAAAArI/8sJi5v5kxGo/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202815240931570" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uKCsiPI/AAAAAAAAArI/8sJi5v5kxGo/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many dirty secrets to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uKCsiQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/VzGYDXo8TZ0/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202815240931586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uKCsiQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/VzGYDXo8TZ0/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Blue's clues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uaCsiRI/AAAAAAAAArY/GYHtW6r7xjw/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202819535898898" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uaCsiRI/AAAAAAAAArY/GYHtW6r7xjw/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uqCsiSI/AAAAAAAAArg/VDPIRd3WiyU/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202823830866210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4uqCsiSI/AAAAAAAAArg/VDPIRd3WiyU/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, someone stinks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UKCsiJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/BsCJENPUCOM/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202368564332690" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UKCsiJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/BsCJENPUCOM/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan's amazed by my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UaCsiKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/LNLAP4PcFvk/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202372859300002" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UaCsiKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/LNLAP4PcFvk/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UaCsiLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/x_DCloOQrPg/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202372859300018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UaCsiLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/x_DCloOQrPg/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Yellow Heart Shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UqCsiMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DEoIxRxyN-o/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202377154267330" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UqCsiMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DEoIxRxyN-o/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girls are often hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UqCsiNI/AAAAAAAAAq4/datYPjOsmN4/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141202377154267346" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k4UqCsiNI/AAAAAAAAAq4/datYPjOsmN4/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to bugis with my partner, Ruishan today because she needed to get shorts for the chalet and i got a Pizza Hut shirt. (:&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of fun gossiping about people and taking photos in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this freaky lady who kept looking at my phone when RuiShan was trying out my phone. I think my phone has become her next target to attack. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the class chalet. I love 2A and i miss the times we've had together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Drake Bell and Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-9007584796015013963?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9007584796015013963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9007584796015013963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-friend-by-name-of-ruishan.html' title='i have a friend by the name of RuiShan'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R1k5FqCsiTI/AAAAAAAAAro/U2CpHEapHMM/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2348868245520907580</id><published>2007-12-05T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:46:36.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder what happens when the world is only filled with females</title><content type='html'>sometimes guys make you go googaga&lt;br /&gt;while other times they make you have sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;and there are even times where they left you alone to survive the boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was so random.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to meet up with kzx after Student Council stuff but he didn't reply my messages so i went straight home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining like donkeys and camels and i don't like the rain seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a boring girl.&lt;br /&gt;No life.&lt;br /&gt;No guy.&lt;br /&gt;No job.&lt;br /&gt;No money. (Okay, maybe i do have cash)&lt;br /&gt;No new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;No fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;No fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Amd dancing.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;And i have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a boring girl this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2348868245520907580?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2348868245520907580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2348868245520907580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wonder-what-happens-when-world-is.html' title='i wonder what happens when the world is only filled with females'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1926776482220276640</id><published>2007-12-02T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:37:24.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have guy-phobia</title><content type='html'>I'm bored with a capital 'B'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kohzhixiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you blame for your mood today?&lt;br /&gt;Stomach, i had diarrhea in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What should we do with stupid people?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, make them smarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long do you think you will live?&lt;br /&gt;Many more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Clear my systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The colour of carpet in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;No carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh. :D i would be lying if i said No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you drink lot of water?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, especially when you have diarrheas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, hide in one corner and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;Lord daryl said i was smart. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you look more like your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOONG&lt;/span&gt; time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . What theme does your room have?&lt;br /&gt;Bright, happy colours :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Are you a momma's child or a daddy's child?&lt;br /&gt;Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you ever join the military?&lt;br /&gt;Er, most likey not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The last websites you visited?&lt;br /&gt;Friendster? Or maybe someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;Christelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The last person you stared at?&lt;br /&gt;this girl with pink skinny jeans, i saw on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Number of pillows on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is anything alive in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?&lt;br /&gt;go forward.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm meeting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your current goal to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;HMPH, get A math into my head and get TANTANTANTAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Just below my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are your current worries?&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have plans for summer?&lt;br /&gt;Er, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be wondering why am i not at Chemistry lessons right now. Well, that's because i withdraw from the tuition. It's kinda dumb taking Chemistry lessons outside. I'd rather go for biology or phyics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the way back, this old man came up to me asking from coins. So i was like, Huh? I don't have any coins with me right now.(but i do have so i lied) (:&lt;br /&gt;then he went around asking from other people. Some people gave him so i don't know if they made the right decision because he said that he needed money for a bus ride. How much can one bus ride cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's like so gross. She &lt;s&gt;suckseats&lt;/s&gt;CONSUMES Mini Melts with a straw.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD,&lt;br /&gt;i have school from 9am to 5pm tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, i'll be going to the air port later to pick my mum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1926776482220276640?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1926776482220276640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1926776482220276640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-guy-phobia.html' title='i have guy-phobia'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4870508364175645890</id><published>2007-11-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:18:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VDHEP39I/AAAAAAAAAqA/ewFAvjbAH60/s1600-R/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138559949266214866" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VDHEP39I/AAAAAAAAAqA/SrrzKI6-jds/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VD3EP3-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/MFkr-3BtYYk/s1600-R/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138559962151116770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VD3EP3-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/DmvWQc3qlFw/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VEnEP3_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8pc778Fad0U/s1600-R/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138559975036018674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VEnEP3_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RYUF5K39UXc/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss christmas caroling. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4870508364175645890?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4870508364175645890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4870508364175645890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-christmas-caroling.html' title=''/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0_VDHEP39I/AAAAAAAAAqA/SrrzKI6-jds/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-9126211846714933227</id><published>2007-11-30T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:41:55.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Performer's Perspective</title><content type='html'>I had the choir concert yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that this concert was good because:&lt;br /&gt;This is our first concert in an auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;We had the SMC with us.&lt;br /&gt;We had small group performances that were cool.&lt;br /&gt;We sound a whole lot better than in SYF.&lt;br /&gt;We actually work 101% for this concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the concert was okay.&lt;br /&gt;We sang:&lt;br /&gt;God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;Deck The Hall(Acappela)&lt;br /&gt;Adeste Fideles&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell&lt;br /&gt;Winter Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;All i want for Christmas is You&lt;br /&gt;Rocking Around the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;She will be Loved&lt;br /&gt;SMC&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bell Rock&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the Air&lt;br /&gt;It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Rodulf/Frosty The Snowman&lt;br /&gt;You Are the Music In Me&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Waltz&lt;br /&gt;Let it Snow&lt;br /&gt;We Wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Beginning to look a lot like christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on thr front row and my dance partner was Peng Lok. So for our part, he's supposed to grab my hand but he missed it. That was hilarious and i guessed he freaked out so i grabbed his hand and continued the dance. Haha. i think it's a cool song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there i was freaking out during the Emcee Script because i couldn't get my shirt on. And i couldn't find my suspenders.&lt;br /&gt;And HuiShi ranting,'Our turn already Our turn already'.&lt;br /&gt;So i went hopping around begging people to help me.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when the curtain open, i was still adjusting the garlands on my head! And i forgot the lyrics. Thank god, HuiShi remembered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU CHEONGHUISHI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my duet part with Yunbei, i wanna thank her as well because i was probably freaking out like stupid on stage. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then the audience applauded so i relaxed abit and smiled. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot some steps because i was confused and scared at the same time. The steps were only chereographed two days ago after November camp. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay. Just that the audience cheered and applauded so loud, they couldn't hear Anginn doing her 'Special' at the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we ran back into the changing room. AND i couldn't get my shirt off! Holy cows. SO the 12 of us, dumped our shirt on the sink put our shirt on and ran out for Christmas Waltz when half the choir was on stage already. i think the audience was impressed that we manage to change in 3minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rachel freaked out because her garlands fell into her shirt, instead of staying on her head. So HuiShi and i got her to take it out slowly and throw it on the ground. Then we laughed. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took photos after that. Running here and there with Mr Ng because he was the only one with a camera! So we went running around the stage taking photos and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to macdonalds with Anginn, Rachel, Juanne, HuiYuan, Ashyiqin and her cousin for supper. We talked and gossiped alot. We laughed the loudest and i bet everyone was staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i took 187 with Rachel, Ashyiqin and her cousin and i arrived home at about 2230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;In my name, i am a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat Snap Clap&lt;br /&gt;Beat Beat Snap Clap&lt;br /&gt;Tap Tap Beat Snap Clap&lt;br /&gt;Beat Beat Clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-9126211846714933227?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9126211846714933227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9126211846714933227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-performers-perspective.html' title='From The Performer&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4786400974487903490</id><published>2007-11-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:32:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleash the Leader Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle is back from camp! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in summary, this camp is kinda cool because they make us learn things the hard way(And because the setting was not the present twenty-first century but &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;amp;q=medieval"&gt;medieval&lt;/a&gt; time). They scold us and lecture us, just to make us understand our mistakes and to raise our standard of Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no failure, only learning experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Choices have consequences.&lt;br /&gt;One for all, all for one.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't, then I must.&lt;br /&gt;Do it once, do it right, do it fast.&lt;br /&gt;Move Fast.&lt;br /&gt;Respond Loudly and together.&lt;br /&gt;100% Participation.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid using word like 'Try'.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid using words like 'i &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;Leaders have to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the team together at all times.&lt;br /&gt;Always keep the team morale high.&lt;br /&gt;A leader should produce a better leader than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they mentioned do have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were broken up into 3 truopes and had ice-breakers in the concourse for like 30minutes. The Facilitators (Coaches, Trainers, Dukes, Generals) thought us the warcry(cheer) of the troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to the campsite after that. We were in troup 2, and i had Joey, Jiaxin, HuiLin, Weesong, Limus, Denard, Yiting, Priscilla, and some other people which i can't remember in my team plus General Ahmad and General Benedict. We came up with the group name of &lt;b&gt;Shahir's Empire&lt;/b&gt; (Joey's idea) and we came up with a couple of cheers and designed our troupe flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a game called Crusade, which was like modern day Dog &amp;amp;Bone. The twist was that instead of us just going forward to reach out for the object(which was a long spongey stick aka sword), we had to defeat our opponents by hitting the long sticks on their ankle. Once being hitted, the &lt;i&gt;victim&lt;/i&gt; will have ot lie on the floor and wait for his/her teammates to &lt;b&gt;drag&lt;/b&gt; her back. Cool or what? Okay, so the Dukes made us go crazy by calling out several numbers to go to the middle. So my team(or rather, me) went screaming like a stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch after that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had &lt;b&gt;King of Kings&lt;/b&gt; where we had to think of a game to challenge the other teams(This is the part of JOWYNN steps into the camp). And this is also the part where we had to do alot of punishments because as Leaders, we should not say the word 'try' and that word kept running out of my mouth so i had to do some forfeits like bunny-hops and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's fast forward abit and skip the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had this training for the war we were going to have on the second day. One of the stations was for the preparation for the war where we had to evacuate from the building. So the Generals briefed us on how to hold the rope and all. After afew minutes, i went, &lt;i&gt;So we evacuate upwards? Shouldn't we evacuate downwards instead?&lt;/i&gt; Anyways, the rest was tiring. The rope was short and the ground was slippery, so i screamed while grabbing General Ahmad's hand followed by Weesong's hand. God.&lt;br /&gt;Joey fell on her butt so she had custom-made pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this telematch thing and my group wasn't really good at that at first. One of the stations was that we had to throw frisbees to and fro to each other. We didn't really know how to throw and catch it initially so it kept dropping and we had to restart all over again. I was running together with Jowynn and Joey. So we were always the leading ones. I think we lost some weight during the game. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;We were probably the last group to try all the stations and we almost gave up. The team was tired and sweaty plus smelly and muddy but after what seemed to be like eternity, we passed the telematch and proceeded on with the last stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something like the YEAH! camp where 10of the teammates had to skip continuously 10times(we had 20 of us for the YEAH! camp and we skipped only twice :D). So we keep going on and we finally got the hang of it, after like an hour. (See, no need of gym practices!) And the surprising thing was that we were the first group to complete that even though we were the last group to play all the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND finally, we had DINNERRRRRRRRR. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we were told to find 4pouches with pizzle pieces inside it. So we had to look for the generals and meet their requirement in order to get our pouches. Some of them wanted entertainment because they were bored and all. We had alot of fun and shared all our laughter with the Generals and temamates. We taught them cheers and magic tricks while they taught us songs and other funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 to 2hours(?), we finally found all the pouches and gathered the pizzle pieces together. Turns out that it was a 500puzzle piece! Dang. It's okay, we managed to finish the puzzle in 2.5hours. Hah. So we finish piecing the puzzles at about 12.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was waiting to get our bath time asap because we were sper stinky and gross. But then we were asked to gather and one of the facilitators scolded us.&lt;br /&gt;For not working as a whole Student Council, for not helping one another, and some other reasons. So he threw another box of 500puzzle piece(Polar bear lying on ice) on the floor and told us to do it as a whole council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spilt ourselves into groups and did different things. My group got the toughest part of all-The Ice. Yeah that's bad. I didn't really remember what time we started, all i remember was that, some of us went to the toilet together and it was 2am at the time. Adila kept saying she wanted to shit but the toilet bowl couldn't be flushed so she &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt; for afew hundred hours. DANG! So i was saying to my junoirs in the toilet, &lt;b&gt;Whoa, imagine if the next time we look at this clock and it's 4 in the morning and we're still on the puzzle piece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i cursed the SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since everyone was tired and all, Glenda suggested that we took turns to fix the puzzle together. When one group is fixing the puzzle, the other two groups will rest and this procedure will be rotated. After an hour, it was my group's turn to fix the puzzle. So we were probably the ones responsible for breaking the cycle because we stayed there the whole night. Okay maybe not everyone in my team, some of different teams. But Joey, HuiYuan and i didn't sleep for the whole night, we didn't want to so we stayed there staring at the pieces. We interacted with the junoirs alot.&lt;br /&gt;Okay did you know that everything Gabriel says will make you laugh like stupid? he went, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the wierdest camp i've ever been to. Staying up late at night just to fix puzzles? We don't even fix puzzles when we're at chalets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs goy helped us all the way. Because she was sitting on the chair, she had a better view of the puzzle than we did. So she guided us throughout the night we encouraged us like, &lt;em&gt;Yay, we did a hundred pieces, 4hundred more to go!&lt;/em&gt; so on and so forth. I kept singing songs like Bob the Builder and always look on the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to finish fixing the puzzle at 0830.&lt;br /&gt;Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King(King Jeff) debriefed us and they decided to break us up and regroup because we kept sticking to our cliques and didn't work well as a TEAM. I was grouped into Troupe 3 along with Joey, Shaffiqah, Glenda, Limus, Yihan, Jiaxin, Joanne, Fitriah, Kendra, Audrey, Imran, Ryan and Zahid with General Wana and General Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was beehoon and over-fried eggs so i ate the egg yolk only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Duke Jeferson allowed us to wash-up and take a nap so that we'll wake up in time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was about drizzling, Adila and along with some other girls bathed in this bungalow which was CO-OL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a briefing on how we wll attack our enemy to restore our kingdom. Everyone was confused and all and we kept asking loads of questions! Soon, we were all ready to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALT, HuiYuan, Joey and i took Duke Jefferson's car to the bus stop so we could go attend choir practice at YMS. Okay, mental note to self: Ask for drivers to alight us at a not-so-deserted place. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus to Choa Chu Kang interchange and took a taxi from there. And we made it just in time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,then we took the taxi back to the campsite at 1730.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that they've defeated the enemy and were all planning for a celebration. And during the celebration, we have to present our ideas(based on new technology because that was probably in the 16th century) to the generals, king, and some investors to buy the products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Joey, Huiyuan and i didn't know what to do, we helped Adila(we heard that she was chosen to be the PMO for the celebration. I kinda forgot what PMO stands for.) So we helped her make paper flower as appreciation gifts. So we were doing all those stuff while the rest were bathing. Joey thinks that there's no need for us to bathe since we spent our entire day under air conditioned climates so we decided to save WATER for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senoirs arrived, and everyone was happy to see them. The girls were pretty and the guys weren't exactly handsome(Hakim had a bad hair day!). We had dinner and our rehearsals and the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9pm, we were asked to sit and recap what we have been doing for the day and refresh the activities we have been through. And when i opened my eyes, i saw puzzles on the floor! I nearly screamed! OHMYGOD. But actually those were just lines on the floor that looked alot like puzzle pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who i am Makes a Difference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this activity where we were appreciated by our teachers. One teacher assigned to each group, and my group got Mrs Hiew. So i was like, i doubt sh knows we even existed in SC. She said she appreciated the things we did, like organising events and duties even though we don't get any credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiYuan cried because MrsGoy's speech was touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried after i saw HuiYuan cried, and Adila cried as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had debrief in our new groups and we talked about our day. Darly told us about his story. He had only 1.5hand you see, which scared me for a moment and i nearly fainted on the spot. He told us how he overcame the fear of showing of his hand. Actually come to think of it, him having 1.5hand is quite cool. i mean, you don't get to see that everyday, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we packed our stuff and slept.&lt;br /&gt;5 to a bed: Joey, HuiYuan, Chuthing, Estelle, Adila. (i found myself sqeeshed between Chuthing and Adila in the middle of the night. Dang! And Adila kept playing with my hair&amp;amp;ears and freaking Chuthing out. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Lights out: 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiYuan, Joey, Adila and i woke up at 0630 to bathe. We were freaking out because the water was super duper cold and i was shivering all the way. God.&lt;br /&gt;We packed our stuff and had some area cleaning before and after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the apprecaition story. This was the part where i cried like a stupid idiot. Trainer Jefferson had us how he didn't get a chance to appreciate his friend who died in a car crash. Whoa, from that line onwards, tears started to flood my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the sad background music and more tears streamed out.&lt;br /&gt;It nearly turned into a tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a chance to write letters of appreciation to our friends, to thank them and appreciate them. I got letters from, Huiyuan, Adilalalala, Sery, Kendra, Fitriah, Jiaxin and Joey. Some of the senoirs stepped in front to thank the whole Student Council. It was so much like a stepping down ceremony. Soooooooooo, i started to cry like as if the Earth fell into a black hole or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was more appreciation and sharing sessions before we left the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practice was next, we did loads and loads of sorting out. Dance steps and all.&lt;br /&gt;The girls played a mean trick on me and i cried because of that. God, i have to control my emotions man. i cried 3times in 2days!&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused but I must be confident tomorrow, i have to.&lt;br /&gt;If i can't then i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay long post for Mianwoon to read.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4786400974487903490?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4786400974487903490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4786400974487903490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/unleash-leader-within.html' title='Unleash the Leader Within'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5590436441801907178</id><published>2007-11-25T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:51:59.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moneymoneymoney</title><content type='html'>i've just read HuiMin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;She needs money and more privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear HuiMin's sister,&lt;br /&gt;please do not read her blog&lt;br /&gt;And please respect her privacy.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't very nice to read people's blog and gossip about it with parents&lt;br /&gt;because the victim will be very sad, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;She will thus lose her freedom and pride.&lt;br /&gt;So heed my advice and go create your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;Because i want my dear friend HuiMin to be happy and bubbly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i bought the shorts for the camp already. It's black and fbts and probably long for my legs. Hah. I don't really care anyway. I also bought white denim pants because it's nice and cheap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, i won't be updating until say, Friday? Because i'll be busy with camp and choir. Dang. i'm bored and excited for camp. i have not even packed for it yet. But people say it won't be fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, i think the cheering part would be fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COMEONEPEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR CONCERT IS IN LESS THAN A WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;COMEON AND FOCUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN WE DO IT?&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5590436441801907178?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5590436441801907178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5590436441801907178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/moneymoneymoney.html' title='moneymoneymoney'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6763731984644449730</id><published>2007-11-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:42:30.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoever said that spending money was bad</title><content type='html'>It's not over-&lt;i&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears run down like razorblades &lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not the one to blame: &lt;br /&gt;It's you or is it me?&lt;br /&gt;And all the words we never say &lt;br /&gt;Come out and now we are all ashamed. &lt;br /&gt;And there is no sense&lt;br /&gt;In playing games, &lt;br /&gt;When you done all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's over, it's over. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it over? &lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to make it. &lt;br /&gt;Now it's over, it's over. &lt;br /&gt;It can't be over.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it back, &lt;br /&gt;But it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in all these fights &lt;br /&gt;I lose my sense of wrong and right. &lt;br /&gt;I cry, I cry. &lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking from the pain that's in my head. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to crawl into my bed &lt;br /&gt;And throw away the life that I led. &lt;br /&gt;But I won't let it die. &lt;br /&gt;But I won't let it die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over, it's over. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it over? &lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to make it. &lt;br /&gt;Now it's over, it's over. &lt;br /&gt;It can't be over. &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' apart, I'm fallin' apart. &lt;br /&gt;Don't say this wont last forever. &lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell that we will never be together. &lt;br /&gt;We could be over and over, &lt;br /&gt;We could be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' apart, I'm fallin' apart. &lt;br /&gt;Don't say this wont last forever. &lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell that we will never be together. &lt;br /&gt;We could be over and over, &lt;br /&gt;We could be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over, it's not over, &lt;br /&gt;It's never over, &lt;br /&gt;Unless you let it take you, &lt;br /&gt;It's not over, it's not over, &lt;br /&gt;It's not over, &lt;br /&gt;Unless you ït break you. &lt;br /&gt;It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out shopping today after dance practice along with Yenshan and Jasmine. And i bought a new watch. I know i shouldn't be wasting money on something that i already have but it's cheap and it looks pretty. So i thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practice tomorrow. Me is excited because Mr Chew's coming. :DD &lt;i&gt;i hope&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your harsh words killed the bond on 16November.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6763731984644449730?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6763731984644449730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6763731984644449730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoever-said-that-spending-money-was.html' title='whoever said that spending money was bad'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-3375064522923513663</id><published>2007-11-22T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:15:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've gotten a new phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray, everyone please be jealous. &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am such an evil kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I reached school at 9 to do the team building games thing for orientation camp. the first game was very &lt;i&gt;un-fun&lt;/i&gt; and frustrating because kjkjdviviyb. Hah, the second game was quite fun and very entertaining. Ruishan, Eileen, HuiShi and were practically screaming very loudly because we were very hyper. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for choir practice after that, attendance was wayyyy better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COMEON PEOPLE LET'S FOCUS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anginn was named the pride of choir because of her lovely big fat round voice which supported the soprano's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(Rachel, Marilou, Yunbei, Grace and Asyiqin) headed to chinatown after lunch to gte stuff for the choir concert. The senoirs told us abot ghost stories and stuff like that during lunch and on the MRT. Okay, we kinda got lost so we called HuiShi for directions. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We browsed through the items sold and we were complaining all the way. So we just got pretty garlands and other cute little stuff. And we headed down to Far East to meet Joey to get out suspenders for our small group item. And we kinda got lost looking for the shop so Joey called her friend to ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo after 10minutes, we found the shop. It was cool and small but cool and pretty. It sold many things there; suspenders, hats, belts, clothes, masks, and some other stuff i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and discussed and talked and discussed and finally settle on red and black. And we took the bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND I REALISED I GOT SICK.&lt;/em&gt; I'm currently having a super bad runny nose and slight sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT JUST GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my purpose of blogging is to actually &lt;i&gt;show-off&lt;/i&gt; my new phone. :DDD &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0TX0HEP38I/AAAAAAAAAp4/nwSFkvjsFsI/s1600-h/w990i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135466765359243202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0TX0HEP38I/AAAAAAAAAp4/nwSFkvjsFsI/s320/w990i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho i gtg now. I'm meeting jiaxin and the senoris for dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-3375064522923513663?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3375064522923513663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3375064522923513663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-gotten-new-phone.html' title='i&apos;ve gotten a new phone'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/R0TX0HEP38I/AAAAAAAAAp4/nwSFkvjsFsI/s72-c/w990i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5432123637808937830</id><published>2007-11-19T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:44:19.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a freak as my sister</title><content type='html'>i was just mad.&lt;br /&gt;My stupid sister soaked the little metal container Rachel gave me as my birthday present because&lt;i&gt; it was dusty&lt;/i&gt;. And the stuff inside as soaked as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;She still wants to help me blow-dry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, hello? Stop being stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough of her stupid childish-ness, she keeps messing with my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;1. Soaked my METAL container.&lt;br /&gt;2. Used my adidas spray, because the room is smelly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use my ribbons and clips without asking for permission and returning them.&lt;br /&gt;4. She messed up my table.&lt;br /&gt;5. She puts her stupid bloody thick file on my table &lt;i&gt;because her cabinet's out of room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Basically she steals stuff from my table.&lt;br /&gt;7. She opens up my drawer to steal/take-without-permission stuff.&lt;br /&gt;8. She keeps messing with my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I HAVE HAD ENOUGH so i pasted this note on my table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not touch the property of Estelle Ng or you'll die a terrible death.&lt;br /&gt;Fine: $20&lt;br /&gt;Interest: $1 per day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I just had ACES day just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your voice haunts my head. i wonder why it even bothers me. Stupid estelle ng.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5432123637808937830?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5432123637808937830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5432123637808937830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-freak-as-my-sister.html' title='i have a freak as my sister'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2567266739921220174</id><published>2007-11-18T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:26:26.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fell into the hands of hell</title><content type='html'>i know, i'm just being stupid and paraniod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? I thought you were a nice person, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;now i know that i'm wrong, that you're a stupid malicious moron.&lt;br /&gt;why do you even pretend to be concerned about others?&lt;br /&gt;you want their boyfriends right.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;it is no wonder you don't have true friends, let alone long-lasting boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how many boyfriends do you have already.&lt;br /&gt;nine hundred and ninety-nine?&lt;br /&gt;maybe infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why do i even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not get the wrong idea, he didn't break up with me because of &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; (i hope). It's because of something esle. Me, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gah whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay we have choir practice tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho,  i hope Mr Chew spends ALL his time working with us. (:&lt;br /&gt;Gah, i'm such an evil kid.  :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wanna go shopping and to the beach or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2567266739921220174?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2567266739921220174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2567266739921220174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-fell-into-hands-of-hell.html' title='i fell into the hands of hell'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7713197367500792360</id><published>2007-11-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:44:38.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate myself sometimes'/><title type='text'>the sky fell and it's pieces toppled all over my world</title><content type='html'>okay i don't know how i should start this post. Well maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm single now, and please don't ask why. thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm looking forward to choir practices next week, i feel like skipping SC activities. Adila, shall we? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i waited and waited and that's what i get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joy.&lt;/span&gt; i hope you're happy now. because i'm not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't we just sit down and sort it out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't there anything we can do to savage this relationship?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, i don't feel like blogging at all.&lt;br /&gt;sorry mianwoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7713197367500792360?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7713197367500792360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7713197367500792360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/sky-fell-and-its-pieces-toppled-all.html' title='the sky fell and it&apos;s pieces toppled all over my world'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5050742089173824843</id><published>2007-11-15T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:57:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm no dancer</title><content type='html'>i just realised that today was Graduation Night(Nite) so my boyfriend won't be online to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen to school from 9am to 1pm just now for some committee stuff. As usual, more listening, less joking, and no fun. Okay maybe just a little fun. Mass dance was abit better now that we came up with nicer and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE COMPLIACTED&lt;/span&gt; moves. Big people were quite happy about it. Maybe i should give Atikah a treat of something. Haha anyways, mass dance practice with her is quite fun because we get to gossip around and talk about alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adila made me some cookies and they taste fabulous. i think she should set up her own bakery or something. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAMOUS ADILA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my holidays are officially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crushed&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAH I HAVE CHOIR PRACTICE TOMORROW. (: Me likey choir practices.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whoever who's currently reading this post, you'd better purchase the choir concert tickets if you haven't done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5050742089173824843?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5050742089173824843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5050742089173824843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-no-dancer.html' title='i&apos;m no dancer'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4543230552436962108</id><published>2007-11-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:21:25.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTELLE NG IS A HAPPY KID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today because i'm done with the 2/3 mass dance song. I met up with Atikah today at school to finish up and improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS ATIKAH. &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i hope the commitee members won't be disappointed tmr with what we came up with. i don't like to see people being disappointed and all the BADBAD comments start flooding the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,&lt;br /&gt;And my darling boyfriend is finally talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me that something's wrong with us.&lt;br /&gt;*hides in one corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. i need to chill.&lt;br /&gt;*starts to hum 'Always look on the bright side of life'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4543230552436962108?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4543230552436962108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4543230552436962108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/estelle-ng-is-happy-kid.html' title='ESTELLE NG IS A HAPPY KID'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6713961825699425798</id><published>2007-11-12T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:41:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello may i speak to my boyfriend please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;i need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so much for our 5th month together-ness.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need some money to shop and destress .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and maybe a call from you would do the trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or could what they have said be true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would always admire couples holding hands on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;i would always wish the times we spent would be longer.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is to pray hard that things will work out.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know dear, would you still guide me along this empty road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6713961825699425798?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6713961825699425798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6713961825699425798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suck-like-poop.html' title='hello may i speak to my boyfriend please?'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6239937807118349209</id><published>2007-11-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:22:57.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Musician's Society</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't blog yesterday because i was down with slight fever of 35degrees and my right eye hurts like crazy so i slept for almost the entire day. The doctor said that i had an eye infection and so some eye drops should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that i kinda wasted half the bottle trying to aim the eye drops into my eye. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i rushed out straight after lunch to meet up with the choir comm to take a GOOD look at YMS. Conclusion: WE NEED MORE MONEY AND INSPIRATION. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, i'm tired and would someone please teach me how to aim the eye drops into my eye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following photos will show you how bored and tired and sick i have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQvKKQW9I/AAAAAAAAApY/FIj5piXw3Jc/s1600-h/Click.000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQvKKQW9I/AAAAAAAAApY/FIj5piXw3Jc/s320/Click.000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130040590407326674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the beauty products i'm supposed to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQv6KQW-I/AAAAAAAAApg/WsyJTvctAWE/s1600-h/Click.002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQv6KQW-I/AAAAAAAAApg/WsyJTvctAWE/s320/Click.002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130040603292228578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so bored this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQwaKQW_I/AAAAAAAAApo/M806AWLl4iw/s1600-h/Click.006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQwaKQW_I/AAAAAAAAApo/M806AWLl4iw/s320/Click.006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130040611882163186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQwqKQXAI/AAAAAAAAApw/UHgDwL4aA5s/s1600-h/Click.036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQwqKQXAI/AAAAAAAAApw/UHgDwL4aA5s/s320/Click.036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130040616177130498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE INFECTIONSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants the dance from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GREAT JUST GREAT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6239937807118349209?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6239937807118349209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6239937807118349209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/young-musicians-society.html' title='Young Musician&apos;s Society'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RzGQvKKQW9I/AAAAAAAAApY/FIj5piXw3Jc/s72-c/Click.000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2776941770925816727</id><published>2007-11-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:50:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u48/iloveyou579/cutepicture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;JURONGVILLE CHOIR CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Venue: YMS(Young Musician's Society), opposite Art Museum&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1930&lt;br /&gt;Day: 29th November, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Special Appearance: Singapore's Men's Choir.&lt;br /&gt;Price: $8 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stocks last.&lt;br /&gt;Approach any choir members for payment and collection of ticket.&lt;br /&gt;We hope to see you there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, whoever who's reading this post had better be there or else i will so sit on you the next time i see you. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. I need to report to school at 7am tomorrow for promotion.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2776941770925816727?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2776941770925816727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2776941770925816727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-my-boyfriend.html' title='i miss my boyfriend'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1358505872191801232</id><published>2007-11-03T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:51:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like i knew you before we met, can't explain. There's no name.</title><content type='html'>Think about the title. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. i can't wait for the choir concert. It's going to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know MianWoon's gonna have alot of comments about the above statement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've been spending my holidays at school for promotion stuff and choir practices. Practices are getting more and more intensive which is a good sign because we really need to work alot on our vocals. We need to blend in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No blenders allowed when singing. That's too bad for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've been happy for nothing. So what if the one of choreography for mass dance is done? Will it be accepted in the first place? NO i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHMIGOD I SOO NEED TO CHILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have a facial appointment later and Sentosa 'holiday' next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO BEAUTIFUL FACE AND TANNED SKIN. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1358505872191801232?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1358505872191801232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1358505872191801232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-like-i-knew-you-before-we-met-cant.html' title='It&apos;s like i knew you before we met, can&apos;t explain. There&apos;s no name.'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2421932210008574359</id><published>2007-11-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:19:56.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he is mineminemineminemine!</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfRKKQW7I/AAAAAAAAApI/JZyiL9FjVPs/s1600-h/Click.035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfRKKQW7I/AAAAAAAAApI/JZyiL9FjVPs/s320/Click.035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127804767871982514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle Ng's in a good mood because she just went out with her darlinggg(Guess what, he was late again). Haha, it has been donkey years since we've last met because of parents and exams. He didn't really change much, maybe a little more fats here and there, more muscles, stronger/heavier arms and hornier? Yeah, haha. We talked alot just now concerning girls, boys, jobs, holidays and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEHIMALOTMAN.&lt;br /&gt;And he's fascinated by fbts.&lt;br /&gt;Cute boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in a super high mood because i've choreographed one of the mass dance songs&lt;br /&gt;already. HEHEHEH. THANKS JOWYNN. The song's cute and funny and cute and alittle hokkien. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everyone gather round and take a look at my baby photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfN6KQW3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/w_GUna-p0QE/s1600-h/Click.010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfN6KQW3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/w_GUna-p0QE/s320/Click.010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127804712037407602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big one's Christelle and the other two on the right is me. We look &lt;b&gt;soooo&lt;/b&gt; alike right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfOaKQW4I/AAAAAAAAAow/mWXSNbBD2M0/s1600-h/Click.011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfOaKQW4I/AAAAAAAAAow/mWXSNbBD2M0/s320/Click.011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127804720627342210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfPKKQW5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/ytxw3TGtwPM/s1600-h/Click.024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfPKKQW5I/AAAAAAAAAo4/ytxw3TGtwPM/s320/Click.024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127804733512244114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad, Grandma, Mum, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfQqKQW6I/AAAAAAAAApA/hMGj94Ds4HE/s1600-h/Click.031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfQqKQW6I/AAAAAAAAApA/hMGj94Ds4HE/s320/Click.031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127804759282047906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: ME with Dad in PINK shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: ME with Granddad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've school promotion tomorrow. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;And choir in the afternoon(something to look forward to). :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm tired. Too much talking and boyfriend-ness drains your energy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RynEF6KQW8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/tfQOF2E7cxY/s1600-h/YEAH!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RynEF6KQW8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/tfQOF2E7cxY/s320/YEAH!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127845256528681922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Council Photo has been with me all along. How silly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2421932210008574359?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2421932210008574359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2421932210008574359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-is-mineminemineminemine.html' title='he is mineminemineminemine!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RymfRKKQW7I/AAAAAAAAApI/JZyiL9FjVPs/s72-c/Click.035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1841467932350611346</id><published>2007-10-31T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:04:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's waste time chasing cars</title><content type='html'>I hate tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;I always get moodswings on tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have been the stupid-est girl ever to eat cooling stuff when i'm about to have my periods. Yeah, i bought Honeydew Sago for tuition, ate Honeydew for dessert last night and ate a piece of pineapple today. Yes, i'm prepared to lose a hell lot of blood tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lakeside primary for School Promotion. We were the first batch so Azri and i were quite nervous. Azri, Elvin, Huishi and i had to sqeeze inside the back seat of Mdm Eng's car. I was quite surprised when Azri managed to close the door beside him (because he is... Big?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakeside Primary was BIGBIGBIG! and the hall looked big as well. Maybe because it is big. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we walked in, all the kids looked at us like we were some kind of superstar. Whoa, suspense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the presentation and it sucked like stupid bananas. The mike was seriously soft and the kids weren't paying attention. And because of that, i was totally freaking out. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to Pioneer Primary next. The students were a bt more well-behaved than Lakeside which was a good sign. Elvin and Huiyuan were talking soooooo fast but the students managed to catch what they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia, Ruishan, Aini, Norryn, and i went over to HuiShi's house to rehearse the YEAH! presentation. We had our lunch there and took a group photo on HuiShi's cool laptop. I'll post the photo up some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Shuqun Secondary for the YEAH! Council meeting at 2.15pm.( We were like the first few donkeys to enter the school?) I met all the YEAH! campers again. Everyone looked fabulous in their school uniform. Our presentation was probably the longest and the coolest because of Charlie Brown's dancing. (:&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to me. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whoa looong post and new layout.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to explore livejournal some other time.&lt;br /&gt;And a new link. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1841467932350611346?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1841467932350611346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1841467932350611346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-waste-time-chasing-cars.html' title='let&apos;s waste time chasing cars'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5024631615210105483</id><published>2007-10-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:52:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love 2A</title><content type='html'>hokay,&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it. I miss 2A even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i hear this song, it makes  me cry like crazy. I know i'm seriously over-reacting but i can't imagine myself coming to class not seeing the other 33cheerful/ hilarious/cute/gay/ happy people of 2A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL by THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away and &lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay woah, stay woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W_2BqlqxtS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W_2BqlqxtS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait patiently for the class chalet and i pray that i won't cry like some stupid moron again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5024631615210105483?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5024631615210105483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5024631615210105483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-2a.html' title='i love 2A'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6829470171316397308</id><published>2007-10-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:58:29.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 2A</title><content type='html'>With a capital 'L'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the dreaded last day of school for Secondary Students. More like last day together as a class for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to clean up the class for the first part, but HuiShi and i volunteered to help clean up the SC room. I kinda regret it now but anyways, it was fun. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the BIG wash-up where all the spoons, cups, mugs, jugs, and pingpongball were being cleaned and sparkled by us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, yeah. Anyways, then we had THE BIG MOVE. Jiali created this brand new look for the SC room. It's kinda cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then we went back to class to start the powerpoint slides and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised that the music couldn't be played so Adila and i kinda freaked out. Screaming at Aizat and ChinWoei. So we got CW to get TanHow from 2B to come fix the thing. (i didn't know that his voice was soooooooooo low.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he managed to fix the thing and we were all very happy. (: YAY. And we started the powerpoint slides, everyone was like squeeshed together. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started crying since the fifth slides. the photos were soo memoriable and all the memories flashed back into my mind once again. Like how we got to know each other. How the class began it's first party. And how you became one crazy stupid class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nuraida decided to pop inside to give out the prizes for the top History scorers at that time and she was practically being chased out by us. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slides went on again, and more people started to cry including Adila and i. So Mr QUEK decided to pay us a visit at that point of time. Of course he was also being chased out by us again. Hah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People laughed at certain slides, and cried at the others. The messages made me cry the most, i was very touched by everyone(although i had seen the slides like a thousand times). We all had our strong and weak points but we managed to overcome the differences and form a bond among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slides ended like 30minutes later and we returned to our seats and awaited our report books. I got second, together with Joel while Yenshan topped our class yet again! CONGRATS GIRL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave out our little gifts we've prepared for the class. Mine had me cry. I LOVE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rushed out for a photo-taking session which took up 30minutes or so? Yeah, lots of formal and informal photos and taken with like 10cameras. Hah. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was time to leave. (Okay, this sounds like an essay written by some primary school kid. Anyways.) The girls went hugging each other. And i couldn't stand the sadness anymore so i cried. ALOT. So the girls went on to hug me one by one. Okay, i got very emotional and cried somemore. More hugs and more tears. i get emotional toooo easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the photos i've taken with my phone, this class photos are probably with the other 1/3 of the class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeuaKQWtI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0IXvu1IEAi8/s1600-h/Click.009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125622739802020562" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeuaKQWtI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0IXvu1IEAi8/s320/Click.009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is TIMMON. He was our facilitator for the Math trail. He's a cool and fun guy. And he's probably very tired after trying to control our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeu6KQWuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UU98X9zAxYw/s1600-h/Click.013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125622748391955170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeu6KQWuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UU98X9zAxYw/s320/Click.013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is RUISHAN. She's my shopping partner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeu6KQWvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/UPOhhrSQD_8/s1600-h/Click.014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125622748391955186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeu6KQWvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/UPOhhrSQD_8/s320/Click.014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tuition mate, EILEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHevKKQWwI/AAAAAAAAAng/R93DPu5XwL4/s1600-h/Click.019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125622752686922498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHevKKQWwI/AAAAAAAAAng/R93DPu5XwL4/s320/Click.019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She super smart in Science and essay-writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHevaKQWxI/AAAAAAAAAno/QCDJHCZ8QbI/s1600-h/Click.018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125622756981889810" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHevaKQWxI/AAAAAAAAAno/QCDJHCZ8QbI/s320/Click.018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan SG always mixes us up. I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZaKQWyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/R-HPIRKNnpQ/s1600-h/Click.021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125624578048023330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZaKQWyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/R-HPIRKNnpQ/s320/Click.021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is HUIMIN. She thinks Mr Fun is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZqKQWzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/D4mlKZFJHE4/s1600-h/Click.025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125624582342990642" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZqKQWzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/D4mlKZFJHE4/s320/Click.025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bestestbestestbestest BUDDY-GIRLFRIEND, HUISHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZ6KQW0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/H7UBOoHtzj4/s1600-h/Click.026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125624586637957954" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZ6KQW0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/H7UBOoHtzj4/s320/Click.026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also the camp commandant for next year's Orinetation Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZ6KQW1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/U4ewPw8qc3Q/s1600-h/Click.033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125624586637957970" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgZ6KQW1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/U4ewPw8qc3Q/s320/Click.033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's RUISHAN again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgaaKQW2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/H3u7gZ1CySs/s1600-h/Click.034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125624595227892578" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHgaaKQW2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/H3u7gZ1CySs/s320/Click.034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's ME, ESTELLE NG. I've got a brand new side-parting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i control my tears and stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE 2A ALOOOOOOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6829470171316397308?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6829470171316397308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6829470171316397308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-2a.html' title='i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 2A'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RyHeuaKQWtI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0IXvu1IEAi8/s72-c/Click.009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4641625939970836453</id><published>2007-10-24T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:23:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>estelle ng is a confused girl now and ever</title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be wondering what am i doing online. (: The secondary 2s have this egenie thing and we're all at home right now. I'm still in my pyjams. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm about to show off abit because i'm quite happy and not that emo anymore. I've gotten my level ranking for each subject already and i'm quite satified by my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- 12th&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-49th(i'm not the last. Heh. :DD)&lt;br /&gt;Math-4th(i'm gonna find out who got top 3 and kill them. :D)&lt;br /&gt;Science-35th(horray! i'm top 40 :D)&lt;br /&gt;History-54th&lt;br /&gt;Geography-71th(i suck at human geog, and i'm gonna take geog next year)&lt;br /&gt;Literature-6th(Whoa, wasn't expecting that high results)&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T-13th(second in my class, i didn't even finish my project la. Hah.)&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs-50th&lt;br /&gt;Art-23rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so yeah. I'm not planning to tell anyone about my grades for EOY. So it'll be a secret. My math grade wasn't even good anyways. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because Anthony got 95/100 which is top again.&lt;/span&gt; Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very confused since last night. I don't know why either. I think it's because of my not-so-good-at-song-choosing-disability. So yeah. But the senoirs are giving me alot of help and i owe it to them, not forgetting Seryhananananana. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm going out later. But i think it's gonna rain soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4641625939970836453?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4641625939970836453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4641625939970836453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/estelle-ng-is-confused-girl-now-and.html' title='estelle ng is a confused girl now and ever'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5803102682804332822</id><published>2007-10-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:09:24.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choreographchoreographchoreographchoreograph</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's promotion day and i had to go back to school because of Committee Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the meeting was boring with a captital 'B'. Because the CC and ACC was mostly discussing among themselves and we were left to entertain ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://emsherr.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sery's blog&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;i should probably stop complaining and start searching for a cool song for Mass Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and my brain cells are all dying.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5803102682804332822?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5803102682804332822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5803102682804332822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/choreographchoreographchoreographchoreo.html' title='choreographchoreographchoreographchoreograph'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2811765689363940719</id><published>2007-10-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:43:26.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid friendster</title><content type='html'>I couldn't give comments even after posting the comment for 4times.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I think i've forgotten what i'm supposed to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HuiShi's on the line, after 10minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i finally remembered what i'm supposed to say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY was my long awaited shopping spree. (i don't usually get anything whenever i go shopping with my mother. Always end up empty-handed) Anyways, sales were everywhere so my mother agreed to 'update' my wardrobe. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some new tops and a little black belt (because white is not allowed) and grey skinny jeans! Ahah. I'm a happy girl. :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i should be happy right? and i don't eally know what's your problem with skinny jeans. i'm sorry darling.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was thinking of getting a new phone while i was at Popular yesterday. ( I got tempted okay.) Popular is now a bigbigbig store and i was lucky i didn't get lost. Hah, but i think my sister kinda got lost. My mum and i couldn't find her. My sister wanted a new phone so i can pass her mine while i get a new phone. Yay me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a happy girl now. What's missing is koh and better grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention that my mum got a facial appointment for me next Saturday? She wanted me to look better because i don't really know how to cope with puberty. Anyways, i'm required to lie in bed, eyes closed while the people at Jean Yip do stuff to my face, for 2 hours with no one to talk to. Gah, i doubt i'll be able to survive so i got my mother to arrange the timing at 1430 so i'll sleep throughout. Hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, i'm currently freaking out because i don't really know what and how i should start searching for songs because i'm not really a song-dance person. SO yeah. i hope the meeting tomorrow can help me figure out my problem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2811765689363940719?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2811765689363940719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2811765689363940719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-friendster.html' title='stupid friendster'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-643626115771074082</id><published>2007-10-20T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:19:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my new jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxnF6Yn3eyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Nho-aqdmOdg/s1600-h/Click.136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123343657943399202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxnF6Yn3eyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Nho-aqdmOdg/s320/Click.136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyuan and i went to Jurong Primary School today for Promotions for JVSS.&lt;br /&gt;Success Rate= -98%&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Just kidding. I think it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we weren't prepared at all.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there were only 4of us while CWSS brought half their school here?&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, we weren't wearing our blazers. Therefore, we didn't look Grand.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, our location sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were located beside Nanhua Secondary so we went up to parents and told them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, we're from Jurongville Secondary. Our booth located at the third floor. We're just beside Nanhua Secondary, maybe you could take a look over there? Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Huiyuan and i were saying that we should have at least a walking signboard. Maybe the whole SC could come and some CCAs could drop by also. (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And Mrs Goy should come with her low-cut dress and seduce people.&lt;/span&gt; Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Anyways, we talked alot man. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Juong Point later for dinner with my mother and sister. I wonder what's for dinner. (: Hehe, i wanna get some new clothes. (&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wanna take triple science double math with elective geography next year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please. i'll do anything to get into 3A next year. Mr lam, can i plesae retake my science and math? Pretty please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-643626115771074082?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/643626115771074082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/643626115771074082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-my-new-jersey.html' title='i love my new jersey'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxnF6Yn3eyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Nho-aqdmOdg/s72-c/Click.136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4830755880111474859</id><published>2007-10-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:51:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up</title><content type='html'>i got an A1 for Math, so what.&lt;br /&gt;i got an A1 for Science, so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I passed Chinese because my composition pulled my results up. (: Because i topped my class for compo. :DD&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, for 5 minutes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i love my new white-with-lime sleeveless fbt jersey. Oh yes, it looks so cooooooooooool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if being soft, forgiving and kind is an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to get blamed just because of my character.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's fated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;i need to moan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4830755880111474859?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4830755880111474859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4830755880111474859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/shut-up.html' title='shut up'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6902188057572565414</id><published>2007-10-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:16:13.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye beautiful future</title><content type='html'>Great just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a stupid idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6902188057572565414?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6902188057572565414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6902188057572565414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbye-beautiful-future.html' title='goodbye beautiful future'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1227456181530756329</id><published>2007-10-17T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:11:31.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-fourth runner</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Cross Country and it was quite enjoyable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i got up super late today but i managed to rush out of the house in 10 minutes because i was freaking out. My stupid phone speaker was spoilt &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. (I think Christelle &lt;s&gt;dropped&lt;/s&gt;threw my phone on the floor again.) Anyways, i managed to meet Adila, Anginn and HuiShi in time and we walked to Japanese Garden together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we passed by this rock/pebble/stone garden so Anginn was like, "Everyone, let's admire this beautiful garden."&lt;br /&gt;So i went, "Hey look at those stones"&lt;br /&gt;And we were like, "there's not even a strain of flower in this &lt;i&gt;garden&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was so shocked because i didn't really see any girls from our class. I only saw the guys gay-ing at one corner. And soon the rest came and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. i shall skip the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were all trying to keep us quiet bla bla bla and Anginn told us this joke. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, there was this lady who likes beans and always farted after eating them. So one day she got married and told herself to stop eating beans so she won't fart in front of her husband.&lt;br /&gt;One day on her way home, she saw this shop with loads of beans and decided to get some for herself. So she was eating and farting on her way home. (Hah)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when she got home, her husband told her that he got a surprise for her so she was blindfolded and guided to the dining table to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang and the husband went to answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;She needed to fart so badly because of all those beans so she kept farting and farting and 'fanning' the fart away.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes or so, her husband came back and removed the blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that there were 12other people sitting at the same table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. You know the ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was supposed to run together with HuiShi, Wanhui and Jasmine. Jasmine and Wanhui run ahead for us and HuiShi was running together with me.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, i was at the back among the four and i started to think about how long the run was going to take. And how my stomach was going to die. And how i am going to die of thirst or what so ever. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girls cheered me on. Or rather, we cheered each other and we survived. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was clinging on to people's arms, those who were walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i ended up getting the 24th runner. And there wasn't any badge or whatsoever given to top 50runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATHEHELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mum is nagging because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1227456181530756329?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1227456181530756329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1227456181530756329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/twenty-fourth-runner.html' title='twenty-fourth runner'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7997173023031392862</id><published>2007-10-15T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:30:46.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she seriously good at stealing my stuff?</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up going swimming in the morning. i thought i could get a little tanner so i can admire my not-so-white skin but it drizzled a bit. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZZon3erI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WUd4e53yvQA/s1600-h/Click.127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465129442441906" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZZon3erI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WUd4e53yvQA/s320/Click.127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuiShan had a reaaaaaaaaal had time trying to comb her haor. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZaIn3esI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Gd7YTwn4Zm8/s1600-h/Click.128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465138032376514" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZaIn3esI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Gd7YTwn4Zm8/s320/Click.128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ruishan's trying to act tall. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZaon3etI/AAAAAAAAAmY/g_AFz7rj30c/s1600-h/Click.120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465146622311122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZaon3etI/AAAAAAAAAmY/g_AFz7rj30c/s320/Click.120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGEBOB! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And clever me forgot to bring my goggles. DD: How clever can i get?&lt;br /&gt;Anginn's goggles popped up and Jasmine's broke into half. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU HUISHI &amp;amp;RUISHAN for the goggles! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think i got a little little sunburn. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rain. I could have gone been out with koh by now.&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the Night Safari yesterday was fun! Because the animals were all noctunal and cute and fuzzy and cute. (: My mum and her cousin were complaining and laughing, laughing and complaining, non-stop all the way, on everything-how small the animals were, how dark everything was, how short the tram ride was etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Dad was trying out his new camera and it sucked big time. Even my phone was way better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ1In3euI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TuHjm8cEd30/s1600-h/Click.119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465601888844514" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ1In3euI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TuHjm8cEd30/s320/Click.119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ2In3evI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VvnSycFOL6w/s1600-h/Click.103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465619068713714" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ2In3evI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VvnSycFOL6w/s320/Click.103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ2on3ewI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ce5RZtWNDKU/s1600-h/Click.112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465627658648322" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ2on3ewI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ce5RZtWNDKU/s320/Click.112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ2on3exI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yS-GZBZcrVQ/s1600-h/Click.114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121465627658648338" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZ2on3exI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yS-GZBZcrVQ/s320/Click.114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture-quality is reaaaal bad, i know. My sister and i got really bored because they made us wait 30minutes for the show to commence. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, QUIZTIME! (From Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write down the name of the song, no matter how funkily silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;If someone says "is this okay?"as long as you love me - California's Burning- augustana(i dont see any link! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a  guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Potential Break Up Song-Aly&amp;AJ (Okay right.)&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Closure-Aly&amp;AJ (i feel sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Like it or Leave it-Aly&amp;AJ (i hope it's the total opposite. (:)&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Like Whoa-Aly&amp;AJ (Okay, it's cool)&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Insomniatic-Aly&amp;AJ (Nah, Are you sure?)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;If i could have you back-Aly&amp;AJ (Er, they're not dead yet)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Flattery-Aly&amp;AJ (SO not like me)&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2? &lt;br /&gt;I'm here-Aly&amp;AJ (Er, i don't think the answer's in the song)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Chemical React (More like boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little secret-The All American Rejects (Er, maybe we have many secrets among each other?)&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story? &lt;br /&gt;Dance Inside-The All American Rejects (Er, i don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;br /&gt;Stab My Back-The All American Rejects (Someone's getting betrayed?)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Move Along-The All American Rejects (Er?)&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;It Ends Tonight-The All American Rejects (EH?i don't think so. I wish for a memorial wedding.)&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral? &lt;br /&gt;Your Guardian Angel-the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Maybe, but sounds a little weird though. Funeral...)&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;East Northumberland High-Hannah Montana (Boys? Eh, i'm not that desperate.)&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;One in a Million-Hannah Montana (Boys? Nah.)&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Over-Secondhand Serenade (Break up? Guess again.)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Missing you-Puff Daddy &amp; Faith Feat.112 (Ehhhhh. Yeah, if we're talking about separation.)&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;I don't Dance-High Sschool Musical Cast(Eh, maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;How much do you really love your him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Strut-The Cheetah Girls (i love my friends, hee:DD )&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest wish now?&lt;br /&gt;It's Gonna be Alright-The Cheetah Girls (Maybe you can say so. I wish the class could be as close as before)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to say to your friends?&lt;br /&gt;All for one-High Sschool Musical Cast (Win together, lose together, teammates.)&lt;br /&gt;Believe in forever love?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go my Own way-High Sschool Musical Cast (So i guess the answer's no?)&lt;br /&gt;What's your inner age?&lt;br /&gt;What Time is it?-High Sschool Musical Cast (Eh, i'm young?)&lt;br /&gt;pass this to three persons :&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who feels as bored as me and is super excited for school tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I can't wait for school tmr. (: Estelle Ng is excited. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7997173023031392862?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7997173023031392862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7997173023031392862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-she-seriously-good-at-stealing-my.html' title='Is she seriously good at stealing my stuff?'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RxMZZon3erI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WUd4e53yvQA/s72-c/Click.127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5262661175740151320</id><published>2007-10-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:23:12.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello crazy sales</title><content type='html'>Accompanied Jowynn to gte some stuff from her friend yesterday. And just so happens that they had to meet at Bugis. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new bag(:DDD) and Jowynn got heels. She wanted to get a dress because there's a wedding dinner coming up. But there weren't nice and suitable dresses there so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's cousin's here in Singapore and she's currently leaving at my house. She sounds alot like my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, they sound totally alike. Speaking cantonese and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm being such a lazy bum and i don't wanna update my blogskins account. I might just post my skins under blogspot.com so everyone and view them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bananaspl-it.blogspot.com"&gt;First skin&lt;/a&gt; (Okay, the url was very random, bananas were the first thing that came to my mind. Hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper bored and i can't wait for tmr. (: Because... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mum said that we'll be going to Night Safari tonight because her cousin's here. Cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i gtg. It's lunch time! (i like lunch time :DD)&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5262661175740151320?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5262661175740151320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5262661175740151320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-crazy-sales.html' title='Hello crazy sales'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6355869715157022262</id><published>2007-10-12T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:01:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 End-Of-Year Examinations are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:65;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O V E R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="245" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u180/cool_dudette444/happy.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm:&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Bored,&lt;br /&gt;and Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i needa update my blogskins account, class blog and create layout for Ruishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i'll probably end my post HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right here, here, and here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, HAPPY 4TH! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6355869715157022262?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6355869715157022262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6355869715157022262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/2007-end-of-year-examinations-are.html' title='2007 End-Of-Year Examinations are'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6679198045904917047</id><published>2007-10-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:08:51.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy headstand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mug'/><title type='text'>I will never let you fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rw4e7on3epI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DemTTSA5s5c/s1600-h/Click.104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120063836232579730" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rw4e7on3epI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DemTTSA5s5c/s320/Click.104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rw4e8In3eqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5Pcw4BeIKYs/s1600-h/Click.105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120063844822514338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rw4e8In3eqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5Pcw4BeIKYs/s320/Click.105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science paper wasn't as tough as expected. It was really evenly spread.&lt;br /&gt;G double O D J O B to Mr Lam!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Art paper was okay. I mianged to finish the painting in time and even dirtied my blouse. But i think it's cool. (: Yeah, custom-made by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i went to the library with Ruishan and HuiShi today to mug on Home Econs. Okay, we spent &lt;s&gt;0.5%&lt;/s&gt;0.75% of the time gossiping about people. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I just like to gossip. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am online, after mugging on Home Econs. Okay fine, after &lt;i&gt;browsing through the textbook&lt;/i&gt;. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare EOY&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; O V E R&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6679198045904917047?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6679198045904917047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6679198045904917047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-never-let-you-fall.html' title='I will never let you fall'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rw4e7on3epI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DemTTSA5s5c/s72-c/Click.104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5985296620183548852</id><published>2007-10-10T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:17:18.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty pretty'/><title type='text'>she took mine away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg14n3ekI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9o-CQw3s5Zc/s1600-h/Click.084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643724006521410" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg14n3ekI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9o-CQw3s5Zc/s320/Click.084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg2In3elI/AAAAAAAAAko/fp5npKDclVg/s1600-h/Click.081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643728301488722" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg2In3elI/AAAAAAAAAko/fp5npKDclVg/s320/Click.081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg2Yn3emI/AAAAAAAAAkw/PiL83NFhNVA/s1600-h/Click.088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643732596456034" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg2Yn3emI/AAAAAAAAAkw/PiL83NFhNVA/s320/Click.088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg2on3enI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pnI2rJO6R9c/s1600-h/Click.090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643736891423346" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg2on3enI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pnI2rJO6R9c/s320/Click.090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed like that for chinese tuition yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We looked alot like some girls going to shop at town.&lt;br /&gt;(HuiShi's so pretty right? But her mother forbids her to get &lt;s&gt;glasses&lt;/s&gt;CONTACTS. Tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg24n3eoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Fj0GFcj3_gs/s1600-h/Click.085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119643741186390658" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg24n3eoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Fj0GFcj3_gs/s320/Click.085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and i.&lt;br /&gt;If you look very closely, she's actually trying to use tissue paper to clean my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my science paper tommorrow and what am i doing online again?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, to check out on that evil witch and property-stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, HE'S MINEYOUIDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODLUCK FOR SCIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5985296620183548852?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5985296620183548852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5985296620183548852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-took-mine-away.html' title='she took mine away'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwyg14n3ekI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9o-CQw3s5Zc/s72-c/Click.084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5391633341449087195</id><published>2007-10-09T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:42:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's because of the fact that i'm such a brat</title><content type='html'>Math paper.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 98%&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Math assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents freaked out when i told them i didn't do the last question of Math Paper 1. My dad went bonkers. He went, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;See, you can't get 100% already. &lt;i&gt;Ben(forth) ar&lt;/i&gt;(Stupid). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never mind la. Get 98% lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then i walked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was as expected. How can you people expect Mdm Tan's paper to be easy? Her questions are tricky. And i finally figured out the answer for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find the number, which when added to its reciprocal, will obtain 37/6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is 6. Because when 6 is multiplied with 1/6, the answer will be (6x6+1)/6=37/6&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And i left that question blank. Goodbye 3marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZIn3egI/AAAAAAAAAkA/G_dGc1gaOb0/s1600-h/CIMG0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119177037155105282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZIn3egI/AAAAAAAAAkA/G_dGc1gaOb0/s320/CIMG0891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZIn3ehI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XfCp80o_zp0/s1600-h/CIMG0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119177037155105298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZIn3ehI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XfCp80o_zp0/s320/CIMG0851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZYn3eiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/r_0E0q78Pek/s1600-h/CIMG0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119177041450072610" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZYn3eiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/r_0E0q78Pek/s320/CIMG0850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZYn3ejI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6dQSrmw5iC0/s1600-h/CIMG0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119177041450072626" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZYn3ejI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6dQSrmw5iC0/s320/CIMG0871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just visited Eileen's blog. Her recent post reminded me about the time where the chinese pupils(non-HMT) locked ourselves in the classroom so we won't have chinese class. Hilarious right. Hah. I love 2A. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;s&gt;And. I think i'm having moodswings now.&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;They make girls go crazy.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON KOH!&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ YOU!&lt;/span&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5391633341449087195?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5391633341449087195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5391633341449087195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-its-because-of-fact-that-im-such.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s because of the fact that i&apos;m such a brat'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rwr4ZIn3egI/AAAAAAAAAkA/G_dGc1gaOb0/s72-c/CIMG0891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1677625634328267217</id><published>2007-10-08T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:06:10.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estelle Ng is the most stupid person I've met in this whole Entire Universe</title><content type='html'>Unless i meet some other life forms that's more stupid than that girl on top, i admit to myself that i'm that stupid-most, dumb-most person in the entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the last question of the Math Paper, while i checked the answers for the other questions for like a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhy&lt;br /&gt;WhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i'm such an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1677625634328267217?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1677625634328267217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1677625634328267217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/estelle-ng-is-most-stupid-person-ive.html' title='Estelle Ng is the most stupid person I&apos;ve met in this whole Entire Universe'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-6985487303795137646</id><published>2007-10-05T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:29:51.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>hmph hmph</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to say that HISTORY PAPER IS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O V E R !&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't like history. Especially since we have a zillion things to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy right? But no.&lt;br /&gt;The nice(supposingly) teachers decided last minute to stress us by putting the Science and Art Paper &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON THE SAME DAY&lt;/span&gt;. Gahhh! &lt;i&gt;Joy.&lt;/i&gt; Thanks alot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be revising for Just Math Paper tmr and Just Science Paper on Sunday but i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. how hard can the papers be? Okay, science is tough. We have so many things to remember especially when we have to know all the parts in the human reproductive systems and do you know how many parts the guys have? Don't bother counting because you also need to know what their functions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys need so many functions for anyways. They are not the ones getting pregnant right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine guys getting pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malepregnancy.com/mingwei"&gt;http://www.malepregnancy.com/mingwei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of bummed out when dumbass didn't reply my messages.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever knew that he was online and surprised me instead. Hah. Turns out that he fell asleep after replying my first message. Such a pig right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't believe i've a pig as a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah. i'll be going to the library with koh for self-study or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people.&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;PS. CHRISTELLE'S A YEAR OLD TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwX1gYn3edI/AAAAAAAAAjo/J-TE9jA1Yjk/s1600-h/1stbirthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117766488290720210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwX1gYn3edI/AAAAAAAAAjo/J-TE9jA1Yjk/s320/1stbirthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwX1gon3eeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2ACXShNyEbo/s1600-h/Click.051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117766492585687522" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwX1gon3eeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2ACXShNyEbo/s320/Click.051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117766496880654834" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwX1g4n3efI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Kyq5aMk-fdc/s320/Click.053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. i did this for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how 365days just passed like that.&lt;br /&gt;Dang. If only time would stop (after EOY). :D&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-6985487303795137646?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6985487303795137646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/6985487303795137646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmph-hmph.html' title='hmph hmph'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwX1gYn3edI/AAAAAAAAAjo/J-TE9jA1Yjk/s72-c/1stbirthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-74197642786807517</id><published>2007-10-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:14:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plantation agriculture is perennial, monocultural and commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwS8hjUR_mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tGcMnC54e4o/s1600-h/ontop4fx.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117422361201737314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwS8hjUR_mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tGcMnC54e4o/s320/ontop4fx.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwS8hjUR_nI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aWVYPYWKAj4/s1600-h/WALLBTWEEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117422361201737330" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwS8hjUR_nI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aWVYPYWKAj4/s320/WALLBTWEEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the title of my post?&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;i&gt;perennial&lt;/i&gt; is spelt wrongly but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I just had Geography EOY. I think i'm going to score for this paper. I haven't really been doing very well for Geography this year. All i had is 50% and 51% I'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we'll be having History paper tmr. God, and what am i doing online for the past hour? ESTELLE NG IS A SUPER LAZY GIRL. (: And Dumbass has finally come online! (: Me is happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew. TAR=raciest. MALAYSIA=&lt;s&gt;Singapore&lt;/s&gt;, Malaya, Sabal and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i remember for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I so want a have a group study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smelly. I needa go bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-74197642786807517?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/74197642786807517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/74197642786807517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/10/plantation-agriculture-is-perennial.html' title='plantation agriculture is perennial, monocultural and commercial'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RwS8hjUR_mI/AAAAAAAAAjY/tGcMnC54e4o/s72-c/ontop4fx.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-847315903126722001</id><published>2007-09-29T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:08:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder</title><content type='html'>i think my email is being hacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or some moron must have been fiddling with my msn account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i've created a new account.&lt;br /&gt;candycoated.r@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done a pretty good job in mugging for the chinese paper on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i would be lying if i told everyone i'll ace the exam for sure, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is actually for Mianwoon.&lt;br /&gt;She claims that she needed more entertainment and wants us(fellow bloggers) to starting updating our blogs. SO, there. And she expects at least 3 post per week. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115565161508372002" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jaTUR_iI/AAAAAAAAAi4/leI8wbLIkXw/s320/Click.056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets distracted so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115565161508372018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jaTUR_jI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZznesgU6By8/s320/Click.048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jbDUR_kI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fP-rj7Jdje0/s320/Click.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115565174393273922" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jbDUR_kI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fP-rj7Jdje0/s320/Click.001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMS is somewhere there, opposite the Art Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jbjUR_lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/P95OLruJGiI/s320/Click.006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115565182983208530" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jbjUR_lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/P95OLruJGiI/s320/Click.006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeroplanes are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUOZHILINGDRIVESMENUTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-847315903126722001?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/847315903126722001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/847315903126722001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rv4jaTUR_iI/AAAAAAAAAi4/leI8wbLIkXw/s72-c/Click.056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2179862080546089114</id><published>2007-09-28T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:47:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we had a minus 20 minute Math class test</title><content type='html'>How cool was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. The teacher wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MATH TEST&lt;br /&gt;1157 to 1137&lt;br /&gt;CALCULATORS ALLOWED &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored doing my paper and started looking at the board and how the teacher didn't know how to tell the time. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you people must be wondering why i suddenly popped back to blogger. Well, firstly, i am bored. Dumbass is probably sleeping and not replying my messages. Secondly, i don't feel like studying for chinese. Thirdly, i don't feel like going to the library since dumbass has &lt;i&gt;problems&lt;/i&gt;. Tough life, i really pity him, since he has N's on Monday and two crazy busybody-sisters. Lastly, i miss my computer. I haven't touched it for a gazillion years and i'd nearly forgotten the username and password for blogger and friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've currently got a zillion things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be suffering from short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;i need nicer music.&lt;br /&gt;my bills.&lt;br /&gt;my allowance.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese paper.&lt;br /&gt;my hair.&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;my results.&lt;br /&gt;my brain.&lt;br /&gt;dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;ruishan.&lt;br /&gt;my brain.&lt;br /&gt;my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, see. i can't remember the purpose of me coming online.&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's home.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2179862080546089114?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2179862080546089114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2179862080546089114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-had-minus-20-minute-math-class-test.html' title='we had a minus 20 minute Math class test'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5095151717191446656</id><published>2007-09-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:38:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going on hiatus soon, but keep tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Dexter and Wanhui, do you want me to create a blog for two of you guys to spam? It won't take me long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5095151717191446656?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5095151717191446656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5095151717191446656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/idiot.html' title='idiot'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4889872095599669094</id><published>2007-09-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:03:13.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love honeydews, second next to peach tarts</title><content type='html'>hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just share with you how clever i've gotten in Term 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Subject : Level Ranking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English :48&lt;br /&gt;Math :3&lt;br /&gt;Science :54&lt;br /&gt;Chinese :76&lt;br /&gt;Geography :102&lt;br /&gt;History :29&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs :99&lt;br /&gt;Virtual Arts :60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i had been so clever. So clever that i've gotten nice and pretty HUGE numbers as my level ranking, upon 151 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to study hard, and give my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;4Weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If only my boy would learn to reply his messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4889872095599669094?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4889872095599669094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4889872095599669094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-honeydews-second-next-to-peach.html' title='i love honeydews, second next to peach tarts'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-9109873638792455967</id><published>2007-09-07T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:45:42.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he spreads joy and love evenly</title><content type='html'>Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass was late again.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, he's never early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we managed to meet up even though he had to visit his grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u57/xxcheerjacquixx/th17.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done with Math, and Chinese yet.&lt;br /&gt;Holy poop. And i need to mug hard on Science, can't keep dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comeoncomeon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-9109873638792455967?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9109873638792455967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/9109873638792455967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-spreads-joy-and-love-evenly.html' title='he spreads joy and love evenly'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-619603381991559211</id><published>2007-09-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:33:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stylo milo dinosaur extinct you stink!</title><content type='html'>HELLO HUMANS OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTELLE IS BACK FROM CAMP(:&lt;br /&gt;And i'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post pictures from the Accappella Concert(Tuesday). Key Elements rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xvqlnmbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FDC6uVKFBwg/s1600-h/Click.006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107066303649651122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xvqlnmbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FDC6uVKFBwg/s320/Click.006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xv6lnmcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IB7EO99z0k8/s1600-h/Click.007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107066307944618434" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xv6lnmcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IB7EO99z0k8/s320/Click.007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anginn, HuiShi and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xwKlnmdI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KRFhwuoQDII/s1600-h/Click.009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107066312239585746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xwKlnmdI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KRFhwuoQDII/s320/Click.009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, HuiShi, me and Anginn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xwKlnmeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zavxRTSSrco/s1600-h/Click.011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107066312239585762" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xwKlnmeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zavxRTSSrco/s320/Click.011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my nicenice senoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xwqlnmfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/A4FtJEqIQFg/s1600-h/Click.013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107066320829520370" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xwqlnmfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/A4FtJEqIQFg/s320/Click.013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZqlnmgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FnGXVDCiyjw/s1600-h/Click.016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067025204156930" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZqlnmgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FnGXVDCiyjw/s320/Click.016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Anginn and HuiShi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZ6lnmhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w2D114fFn5I/s1600-h/Picture0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067029499124242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZ6lnmhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w2D114fFn5I/s320/Picture0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CHOIRRRRRR(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZ6lnmiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ekocqzZ18mc/s1600-h/Picture0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067029499124258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZ6lnmiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ekocqzZ18mc/s320/Picture0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZ6lnmjI/AAAAAAAAAhs/BFXN1l2piKk/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067029499124274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yZ6lnmjI/AAAAAAAAAhs/BFXN1l2piKk/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was great. It was a combined camp along with 17other schools(i think), but each school only has to send like 6 people there to attend the camp. I shan't go on with the details though. And i've met quite a number of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yaKlnmkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f1eUjsae_aE/s1600-h/Click.027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107067033794091586" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_yaKlnmkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f1eUjsae_aE/s320/Click.027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuiShan and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Humans.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study Science DD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-619603381991559211?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/619603381991559211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/619603381991559211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/stylo-milo-dinosaur-extinct-you-stink.html' title='stylo milo dinosaur extinct you stink!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rt_xvqlnmbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FDC6uVKFBwg/s72-c/Click.006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5259440275026182291</id><published>2007-09-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:36:27.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivocity field-trip with girlfriends</title><content type='html'>[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHalnmGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fHmFGLnjzXs/s1600-h/Click.017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105970498578651234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHalnmGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fHmFGLnjzXs/s320/Click.017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo @ Adidas Shop.&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin's at the back, browsing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHqlnmHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mWtkPByjDDI/s1600-h/Click.041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105970502873618546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHqlnmHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mWtkPByjDDI/s320/Click.041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and HuiMin, @ Forever 21, wearing big hats. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHqlnmII/AAAAAAAAAeU/KgpNBWCW7uA/s1600-h/Click.059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105970502873618562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHqlnmII/AAAAAAAAAeU/KgpNBWCW7uA/s320/Click.059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Chinese Partner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNH6lnmJI/AAAAAAAAAec/nQo6nnMj0K4/s1600-h/Click.061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105970507168585874" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNH6lnmJI/AAAAAAAAAec/nQo6nnMj0K4/s320/Click.061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNIKlnmKI/AAAAAAAAAek/OPDqL9t67ko/s1600-h/Click.062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105970511463553186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNIKlnmKI/AAAAAAAAAek/OPDqL9t67ko/s320/Click.062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo @ IP Zone. This time, no one's browsing clothes or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNpalnmLI/AAAAAAAAAes/1ycH5sR6dVI/s1600-h/Click.081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971082694203570" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNpalnmLI/AAAAAAAAAes/1ycH5sR6dVI/s320/Click.081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin, RuiShan and i, beside &lt;i&gt;what's-his-name-again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNpqlnmMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZQtZAGZsr7k/s1600-h/Click.087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971086989170882" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNpqlnmMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZQtZAGZsr7k/s320/Click.087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they look like they are going to come alive at night. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNp6lnmNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GWMgJOgtMF8/s1600-h/Click.088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971091284138194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNp6lnmNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GWMgJOgtMF8/s320/Click.088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWARD: $50&lt;br /&gt;This theif only took 1min to steal. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNqalnmOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2KEdOHbXRvc/s1600-h/Click.100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971099874072802" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNqalnmOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2KEdOHbXRvc/s320/Click.100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuiShan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNqqlnmPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IndoDRBWDpQ/s1600-h/Click.107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971104169040114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNqqlnmPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IndoDRBWDpQ/s320/Click.107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOI6lnmQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zX2c1qy570Y/s1600-h/Click.121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971623860082946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOI6lnmQI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zX2c1qy570Y/s320/Click.121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo picture, outside the toilet. We were kind of obstructing the traffic. Hah. And this picture looks a little too retarded to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOI6lnmRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/frTlUMWsF-A/s1600-h/Click.127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971623860082962" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOI6lnmRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/frTlUMWsF-A/s320/Click.127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet-time, after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOJKlnmSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9tfI-n-uP90/s1600-h/Click.132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971628155050274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOJKlnmSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9tfI-n-uP90/s320/Click.132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOJalnmTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DLmbfbHDwEc/s1600-h/Click.138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971632450017586" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOJalnmTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DLmbfbHDwEc/s320/Click.138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anginn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOJqlnmUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7fsJfs3aM0U/s1600-h/Click.139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971636744984898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwOJqlnmUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7fsJfs3aM0U/s320/Click.139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO1KlnmVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZxwxjFnICpQ/s1600-h/Click.143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105972384069294418" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO1KlnmVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZxwxjFnICpQ/s320/Click.143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO1qlnmWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Znea77mNBWQ/s1600-h/Click.145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105972392659229026" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO1qlnmWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Znea77mNBWQ/s320/Click.145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUISHAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO2KlnmXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/oD1rYzTi86M/s1600-h/Click.147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105972401249163634" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO2KlnmXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/oD1rYzTi86M/s320/Click.147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO2alnmYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hOZc53Xlo4M/s1600-h/Click.149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105972405544130946" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO2alnmYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hOZc53Xlo4M/s320/Click.149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YENSHAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO2qlnmZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ynOUoJpsJ88/s1600-h/Click.162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105972409839098258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwO2qlnmZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ynOUoJpsJ88/s320/Click.162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUISHI! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwPGqlnmaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MrZ-FIsCKY4/s1600-h/Click.163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105972684717005218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwPGqlnmaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MrZ-FIsCKY4/s320/Click.163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed back to Jurong and arrived at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My post ends here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5259440275026182291?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5259440275026182291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5259440275026182291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/vivocity-field-trip.html' title='Vivocity field-trip with girlfriends'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtwNHalnmGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fHmFGLnjzXs/s72-c/Click.017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2927963791630654973</id><published>2007-09-03T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:29:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RttjD6lnmEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/76C9fmkDDbY/s1600-h/steve4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RttjD6lnmEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/76C9fmkDDbY/s320/steve4a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105783521472387138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steveeeeeeeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RttjD6lnmFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/swNbDR0qqJk/s1600-h/joe_03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RttjD6lnmFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/swNbDR0qqJk/s320/joe_03a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105783521472387154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i find myself having drastic moodswings. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; time of the month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2927963791630654973?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2927963791630654973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2927963791630654973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-like-joe.html' title='i don&apos;t like joe'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RttjD6lnmEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/76C9fmkDDbY/s72-c/steve4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4545838076405130180</id><published>2007-09-01T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:59:29.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She should wear a lime-red polka dot bikini</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Malicious, Unpleasant, Obnoxious, Slob, Petulant. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had a real bad childhood. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i think i ate too much junk food yesterday out of anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4545838076405130180?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4545838076405130180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4545838076405130180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-should-wear-lime-red-polka-dot.html' title='She should wear a lime-red polka dot bikini'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5252228744104440241</id><published>2007-08-31T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:00:38.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuhua primary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>green-striped flying cow</title><content type='html'>Ello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day was. I have no comments about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hoped that we could all be as united and as co-operative as we were before. But it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Adila, Jasmine, HuiShi, RuiShan and Wanhui for making this party quite a success. And the guys as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened. Maybe it started with me. I don't know. But they really pissed me off. They are always unhappy with whatever we do. I don't know what they want. So long as they're happy, we're thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i expected, one tray of bee hoon weren't enough and the five of us ended up having to share a plate of food together. It's okay. The class was good and enthusiastic after meals. So here comes clean-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry and grumpy and moody at the same time. My internal bomb within me would just explode when agitated. They started with sarcastic things and said some stuff about us. I don't know. I found myself saying to some girls: "Yesyesyes. Everything's our fault okay. Happy now." Then i walked out of the classroom, eyes flooded with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls accompanied me to the toilet. Thank you. I really appreciate it. You girls rock. Alot. We saw Mrs Goy on the way and she asked me what happened. Yunbei said that i got too touched so i cried. She patted me on the shoulder and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned back to class to see Adila filled with tears. I don't know. Must be for the same reason. I'm tired. I don't think i wanna do this anymore. I know it's wrong for me to give up just like that, but i really feel like just doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't think i'll leave the committee alone like that. We can do it TOGETHER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSJqlnlyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YWugZOk8pH4/s1600-h/P1170334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104779766140475170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSJqlnlyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YWugZOk8pH4/s320/P1170334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY, MR LAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSJ6lnlzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xF5opm6rAYg/s1600-h/P1170335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104779770435442482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSJ6lnlzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xF5opm6rAYg/s320/P1170335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSKKlnl0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/mb0KVQbk190/s1600-h/P1170336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104779774730409794" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSKKlnl0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/mb0KVQbk190/s320/P1170336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSKalnl1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/G_O3LWXOTSs/s1600-h/P1170337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104779779025377106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSKalnl1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/G_O3LWXOTSs/s320/P1170337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2A! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSK6lnl2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/nXrx99hyAoE/s1600-h/P1170338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104779787615311714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSK6lnl2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/nXrx99hyAoE/s320/P1170338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail us! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT3qlnl3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/aqfXw2r3MB8/s1600-h/P1170340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104781655926085490" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT3qlnl3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/aqfXw2r3MB8/s320/P1170340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT4qlnl4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/iDmzBDK_hME/s1600-h/P1170342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104781673105954690" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT4qlnl4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/iDmzBDK_hME/s320/P1170342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Re Mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT5Klnl5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4dqTAdeOQeg/s1600-h/P1170344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104781681695889298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT5Klnl5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4dqTAdeOQeg/s320/P1170344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on my height. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT5qlnl6I/AAAAAAAAAck/kHFA-LJysbs/s1600-h/P1170345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104781690285823906" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT5qlnl6I/AAAAAAAAAck/kHFA-LJysbs/s320/P1170345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT6Klnl7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/XqjKMvqigUM/s1600-h/P1170346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104781698875758514" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfT6Klnl7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/XqjKMvqigUM/s320/P1170346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfVz6lnl8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/LXoFf8_tAHY/s1600-h/P1170348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104783790524831682" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfVz6lnl8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/LXoFf8_tAHY/s320/P1170348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV0alnl9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/N5Vzl641OtA/s1600-h/P1170349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104783799114766290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV0alnl9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/N5Vzl641OtA/s320/P1170349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz wanted to try out my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV06lnl-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/bhuqZsjA220/s1600-h/P1170350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104783807704700898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV06lnl-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/bhuqZsjA220/s320/P1170350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. I painted this when i was in Primary 5 and it's still hung on the wall of the staircase. Cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV1Klnl_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZZNRNtiQW44/s1600-h/P1170351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104783811999668210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV1Klnl_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZZNRNtiQW44/s320/P1170351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look. There's this cute little boy sitting at the same table as us. He looks alot like Weijie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV1alnmAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eu0hSxUfkJg/s1600-h/P1170353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104783816294635522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfV1alnmAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eu0hSxUfkJg/s320/P1170353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfWfqlnmBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/_Xo8AAlt8jM/s1600-h/P1170355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104784542144108562" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfWfqlnmBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/_Xo8AAlt8jM/s320/P1170355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfWf6lnmCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RcEGUCeUCwU/s1600-h/P1170356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104784546439075874" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfWf6lnmCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RcEGUCeUCwU/s320/P1170356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfWgalnmDI/AAAAAAAAAds/V7x0aGbqEWM/s1600-h/P1170357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104784555029010482" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfWgalnmDI/AAAAAAAAAds/V7x0aGbqEWM/s320/P1170357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christelle and i love taking pictures together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. We got our report books today and here comes the horror:&lt;br /&gt;English: 62.5 B4&lt;br /&gt;Math: 72.8 A2&lt;br /&gt;Science: 64 B3&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 41.1 E8&lt;br /&gt;History: 63.9 B4&lt;br /&gt;Geography: 51.3 C6&lt;br /&gt;Literature: 55.2 C6&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs: 72.6 A2&lt;br /&gt;Art: 67 B3&lt;br /&gt;Remarks from Mr Lam: Estelle has not been consistent in her work this term. She must do her best in her final term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i have to work hard. I so suck in studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest and start my revision.&lt;br /&gt;And get trackpants. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5252228744104440241?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5252228744104440241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5252228744104440241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/green-striped-flying-cow.html' title='green-striped flying cow'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RtfSJqlnlyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YWugZOk8pH4/s72-c/P1170334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-1509384896495993704</id><published>2007-08-30T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:15:35.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like milk and peach tarts</title><content type='html'>Ello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really lazy to update nowadays. I don't know why. Maybe it's because i don't have anything interesting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been really stressed and worried about Teachers' Day celebration and because of that, our class have had a whole lot of disagreement, with the goodwill of the class all in mind. People disagree sometimes, maybe we just need to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I have no say in this either because i'm not involved and should not interfere even if i want to help. But how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school have been boring nowadays. I don't know why. Maybe because the topics we're learning now is sooooo boring. Take Science for example-Ecology, Carbon Cycle and Nitrogen Cycle. It's boring. Everything dies, gives out carbon dioxide goes back to plants for photosynthesis. They die and dababababa. AND same goes for Nitrogen Cycle. With some minor changes. See, BORING.&lt;br /&gt;Set Notation and Language is worse, man. It's super boring, unless Mrs Kwok pops by your class for relief. (: She was nice, and funny. And she made Dexter throw his 2 months old swiss roll away. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;Literature was nice also. Just didn't get why and how literature was made, and how we had to answer the question. Everything needed to be infered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i feel that i don't have enough time for myself anymore. Need to prepare for Teachers' Day, need to decide this and that, that and this. Why. Because the rest are forgetful and abit -. Yes, that's precisely why the girls end up being in charge of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i doubt i'll have anytime for myself even in the holidays. I'm fully booked. And i desperately need to study. I think i need to tell myself that the laptop broke down so i can't go online. Yeah, that's a nice plan. BUT. i always end up finding myself surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study. i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;i have to get top for Math, okay, at least an A1. No, 80%&lt;br /&gt;i have to Ace Science again. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i need to pass history, geography and literature. At least Bs.&lt;br /&gt;And i need to pass Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need to go on hiatus very soon. i need to catch up with school work. And start revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excel and Casco, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-1509384896495993704?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1509384896495993704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/1509384896495993704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-like-milk-and-peach-tarts.html' title='it&apos;s like milk and peach tarts'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7500621617283593465</id><published>2007-08-25T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:02:13.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reluctant Dragon</title><content type='html'>Pictures are out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98p6lnlnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hFnAi7fnTF8/s1600-h/Click.146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102433962377582194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98p6lnlnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hFnAi7fnTF8/s320/Click.146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended this concert yesterday at the Esplanade with the choir members. And the concert was like, so coool. There were 5 main characters and each of them sang different parts. The two ladies were in Soprano-One and Two, Two from Baritone and one from tenor. God, they sounded great(: Their voices blended together like,...Apple juice? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98qKlnloI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2J9_kj2c9kE/s1600-h/Click.148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102433966672549506" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98qKlnloI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2J9_kj2c9kE/s320/Click.148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98qalnlpI/AAAAAAAAAac/wY8s7ws_LFQ/s1600-h/Click.149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102433970967516818" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98qalnlpI/AAAAAAAAAac/wY8s7ws_LFQ/s320/Click.149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98qqlnlqI/AAAAAAAAAak/vBOHvSVVc2w/s1600-h/Click.152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102433975262484130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98qqlnlqI/AAAAAAAAAak/vBOHvSVVc2w/s320/Click.152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiShi looks like some kind of actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98q6lnlrI/AAAAAAAAAas/PpbYObpep6o/s1600-h/Click.155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102433979557451442" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98q6lnlrI/AAAAAAAAAas/PpbYObpep6o/s320/Click.155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiShi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-V6lnlwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cQIz51MZZW0/s1600-h/Click.158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102435817803454210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-V6lnlwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cQIz51MZZW0/s320/Click.158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunbei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-VqlnlvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/W1DF-B6Hj0U/s1600-h/Click.159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102435813508486898" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-VqlnlvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/W1DF-B6Hj0U/s320/Click.159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-ValnluI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dHstOzO4PwI/s1600-h/Click.165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102435809213519586" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-ValnluI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dHstOzO4PwI/s320/Click.165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-VKlnltI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vQs2Bi-FcWc/s1600-h/Click.166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102435804918552274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-VKlnltI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vQs2Bi-FcWc/s320/Click.166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anginn said that we all had flesh eating diseases. So beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-U6lnlsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-bDnAmkXOcY/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102435800623584962" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-U6lnlsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-bDnAmkXOcY/s320/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-rKlnlxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LRx8JBF6fy0/s1600-h/SP_A0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102436182875674386" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs9-rKlnlxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LRx8JBF6fy0/s320/SP_A0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Ashykin, Grace, Estelle(me), Yunbei, HuiShi.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Anginn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7500621617283593465?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7500621617283593465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7500621617283593465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/reluctant-dragon.html' title='The Reluctant Dragon'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rs98p6lnlnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hFnAi7fnTF8/s72-c/Click.146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2019342947691668442</id><published>2007-08-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:36:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like your silly hair</title><content type='html'>Elloello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to update yesterday but blogger went crazy and didn't even allow me to view any blogs. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to spread the joy of telling you people out there that i was going to have the same PE lesson as dumbass today but. ACES DAY just had to drop by us, and we ended up doing stupid workouts instead of admiring each other play ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;We had our Home Econs trail today. It was great. The teachers liked my class a lot because we were very courteous and enthusiastic. We had Sing-alongs-with-Anginn on the bus. Everyone was basically blasting the lyrics of the nursery rythmes.&lt;br /&gt;So after much consideration, i've decided to volunteer to sing into the mike with Anginn because RuiShan wanted us to 'sing high pitch' in other words, choral music. We decided to sing the Hindu part of &lt;i&gt;When you believe&lt;/i&gt;. it sounded super duper stupid through the mike because, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;We were given a choice of whether to try Thosai or Bathura at the restuarant. &lt;s&gt;Most people chose Bathura&lt;/s&gt;Everyone except 5people chose Bathura because Thosai wasn't that nice at all. Seriously, it's tasteless. Plus, i need to try something new. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Did some worksheets while eating and all. Talked and Crapped a lot. We had quiz on the way back to school. Girls won, duh. ((: Boys weren't really participating and all, but too bad. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be attending this musical-thing tomorrow after school at 2.45pm. I hope it's nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2019342947691668442?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2019342947691668442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2019342947691668442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-your-silly-hair.html' title='i like your silly hair'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8048732218918915405</id><published>2007-08-21T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:30:35.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spread the love'/><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder</title><content type='html'>Okay, loong post coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a whole lot of reflections these few days. i don't know why i just like to reflect what i did during my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought to the GO along with afew of my classmates today, accomplanied by the school Counsellor. She wanted to find out the truth about some stuff and whatever. On my way there, my other friends were kinda worried and kept saying,"Eh, we just say the truth la". I smiled. I was obviously in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wondering the whole time, what actually happened. Seriously. i don't know what actually happened. And there i was, walking to the GO, in the middle of MATH LESSON. i sighed. Maybe, this could be the retribution for being such a playful kid. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way the counsellor speaks. She's very direct and straightaway points out your mistakes and advices you. Sometimes, it hurts that there's what people think about you. Bossy. Control-Queen. But thinking back, i &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; kinda like some ruler. And i won't blame anyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon found myself seated between Yenshan and Wanhui. The counsellor on the left and Jiahui on the right. We were brought together to list down what happened and why we did and so on. Yenshan told her story, and cried. JiaHui explained what happened at her perspective. Wanhui next. i kept silent. i know i was in the wrong. And i had nothing to say, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there thinking. Should i or not, say out my story. But it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; my fault, so why bother. i just sat and kept thinking back when we were in Secondary 1. We didn't know each other. And somehow or rather, i was the Vice Chairperson of 1A. i made mistakes along the way, and everyone still guided my along, despite my playfulness. Secondary 1 zoomed past and, we have only a few more months to be as one class. One United Class. 2A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counsellor made them shake hands. i thought it was very touching. After all the those arguements, misunderstandings and doubts, they're finally talking again. I cried. It was too touching for me to control my cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to reflection-time again. And so that led me thinking. If all those incidents did not happen, we would be like a big happy family now. Agree? Without any doubts. NO siding. NO doubt of friendship. Everyone's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some things in life are unavoidable right? What has happened has already happened. And there's nothing we can do to reverse time. But choose to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lam agreed that we could choose our own sitting arrangements for the last term together as a class. Everyone cheered. i was sitting beside ADILA. With HUISHI and EILEEN on my right, and the guys on the left. Mr Lam wondered why the guys were densely populated at one corner of the class. Oh great. More group singing. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOGOD. i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i passed HISTORY and &lt;i&gt;failed chinese&lt;/i&gt;. Doesn't matter, i improved by 10marks. Heh. Happy=ESTELLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. Dumbass doesn't care about his glasses and it's currently in my care now. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8048732218918915405?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8048732218918915405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8048732218918915405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8646479128965541006</id><published>2007-08-19T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:56:12.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough life'/><title type='text'>femtoseconds</title><content type='html'>Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone's given parents because, they are supposed to guide you along life, and protect you. Teach you the right way of doing things. And not humiliate you in front of their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydrochloric Acid. HCL.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; acid. My parents and i were arguing that if Hydrochloric Acid were used to help in the digestion of food. I, who just had Science Common Test, of course agreed that it was true. But my parents laughed and said that it was &lt;b&gt;sulphuric acid&lt;/b&gt; who helped and not HCL. Me, ESTELLE NG, stubborn and determined, of course objected. IT was stated in the textbook that it was HCL and not some Sulphuric Acid. They didn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Old friend.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's Secondary School friend just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to come and have lunch with us just now. His oldest daughter got scholarship and was posted to Australia to study next year. He was (obviously) very proud of his daughter. (Mind you, all three daughters studied in top schools-Nanyang Girls' and SCGS) So there he was boasting about how the total cost was 160K to study overseas and he doesn't have to pay a single cent. My dad turned to me and said: Next time your turn okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother asked him about what Combination his daughters took and all. Then came the topic about science. My dad's daughter's friend claimed to his daughter that she didn't know how food got digested.&lt;br /&gt;My mother said: No, my daughter just learnt it this year.&lt;br /&gt;My dad: Yeah, Hydrochloric Acid&lt;br /&gt;Both of them laughes their head off.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But it's true what.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's friend: Yeah, just a little amount. If it's filled with HCL...*laughes*&lt;br /&gt;Then the adults laugh like insane freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hide myself in one big hole. It was so embarrassing. And to think that my parents kept laughing. Was it that funny? I bet they didn't know tons of things like, what femtoseconds are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are as many femtoseconds ina single second as there are seconds in 32 million years.&lt;/i&gt;-Degrees Of Guilt(Tyrone's Story) written by Sigmund Brouwer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. On the way bacl home, my dad asks me: What course would i like to take after i've taken my A levels. I replied, That depends on whether the Earth's still alive or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, for those who still have no idea that the Earth's most probably dying in 2012. Yeah, 5more years to enjoy the pretty and nice life on Earth. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't parents like, spare a thought about their kids. It's like all they care about is Money. How much money has been spent on kids' education. They want everything to be free. Please, nothing is free in this world. Money comes first, before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCOk STAR- HANNAH MONTANA/MILEY CYRUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk a little faster&lt;br /&gt;In the school hallway&lt;br /&gt;Just to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I spend a little extra&lt;br /&gt;Time in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Just to impress you&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't notice&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't need this&lt;br /&gt;Sad your not seein'&lt;br /&gt;what your missin'&lt;br /&gt;On the outside shying away&lt;br /&gt;On the inside dying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusual&lt;br /&gt;Not so typical&lt;br /&gt;Way too smart to be waiting around&lt;br /&gt;Tai chi practicing&lt;br /&gt;Snowboard champion&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish when the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;That it would be you&lt;br /&gt;Saying,"Lets hang out."&lt;br /&gt;Then you confess&lt;br /&gt;That there's something special between us&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we find out&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;Sad your not seein' what your missin'&lt;br /&gt;On the outside shying away&lt;br /&gt;On the inside dying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusual&lt;br /&gt;Not so typical&lt;br /&gt;Way too smart to be waiting around&lt;br /&gt;Tai chi practicing&lt;br /&gt;Snowboard champion&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew the real me&lt;br /&gt;I might even be a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you that we are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Now wouldn't it be nice if you could see&lt;br /&gt;I really am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusual&lt;br /&gt;Not so typical&lt;br /&gt;Way too smart to be waiting around&lt;br /&gt;Tai chi practicing&lt;br /&gt;Snowboard champion&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the flat on your car&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' were ever we go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm really a rock star&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm really a rock star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsfpaKlnlmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vXnD3Ni1LFQ/s1600-h/neoprint!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsfpaKlnlmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vXnD3Ni1LFQ/s320/neoprint!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100301738748384866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8646479128965541006?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8646479128965541006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8646479128965541006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/femtoseconds.html' title='femtoseconds'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsfpaKlnlmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vXnD3Ni1LFQ/s72-c/neoprint!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4676172834307500856</id><published>2007-08-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:23:36.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tube Tops and Short Denim Skirts</title><content type='html'>Ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Cross Country today. Okay, sorry. Let me just rephrase myself. We &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; supposed to have Cross Country 3.7km today BUT the nice rain came and we were made to sit in the shlter for 3hours. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took lots of photos to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJu6lnlPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9UuHcsWIxa4/s1600-h/Click.100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099633592160982258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJu6lnlPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9UuHcsWIxa4/s320/Click.100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i didn't notice this photo being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJu6lnlQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FggPXgv-OTc/s1600-h/Click.101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099633592160982274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJu6lnlQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FggPXgv-OTc/s320/Click.101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan got seriously obsessed with taking photos with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJvKlnlRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/R0OCQ4xN_J0/s1600-h/Click.105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099633596455949586" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJvKlnlRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/R0OCQ4xN_J0/s320/Click.105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJvalnlSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/b_igBao_MQc/s1600-h/Click.106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099633600750916898" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJvalnlSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/b_igBao_MQc/s320/Click.106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJvqlnlTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LlIMcK56WzM/s1600-h/Click.108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099633605045884210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJvqlnlTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LlIMcK56WzM/s320/Click.108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTNER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKLqlnlUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oRLAGSBufzo/s1600-h/Click.115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634086082221378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKLqlnlUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oRLAGSBufzo/s320/Click.115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKL6lnlVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oWG1sy5wwzg/s1600-h/Click.116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634090377188690" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKL6lnlVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oWG1sy5wwzg/s320/Click.116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKL6lnlWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4wBz80KfCrw/s1600-h/Click.117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634090377188706" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKL6lnlWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4wBz80KfCrw/s320/Click.117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKMKlnlXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/K95KOXbU48E/s1600-h/Click.119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634094672156018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKMKlnlXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/K95KOXbU48E/s320/Click.119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKMqlnlYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7qm1qU22WlI/s1600-h/Click.120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634103262090626" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKMqlnlYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7qm1qU22WlI/s320/Click.120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoKlnlZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/n7p4xlssoHQ/s1600-h/Click.121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634575708493202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoKlnlZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/n7p4xlssoHQ/s320/Click.121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can spot three bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoalnlbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/BF5uQIu5iWA/s1600-h/Click.127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634580003460530" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoalnlbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/BF5uQIu5iWA/s320/Click.127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are purple people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset and disappointed when it started raining. Because i was really looking forward to Cross Country this year. We were to sit for 3hours in this shelter when it rained like donkeys and camels. Messaged Dumbass even though we were in the shelter but i didn't see him though. i was supposed to hang out with him but he wasn't free so i decided to hang out with my girlfriends at Lot 1 instead. (: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoKlnlaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/JUmmZbNx3Lg/s1600-h/Click.125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634575708493218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoKlnlaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/JUmmZbNx3Lg/s320/Click.125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoqlnlcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CmPbpA1buk0/s1600-h/Click.130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634584298427842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoqlnlcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CmPbpA1buk0/s320/Click.130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoqlnldI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0MBQBPX_qsQ/s1600-h/Click.131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099634584298427858" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWKoqlnldI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0MBQBPX_qsQ/s320/Click.131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLnqlnlfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/00QRsJa6Zco/s1600-h/Click.133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099635666630186482" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLnqlnlfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/00QRsJa6Zco/s320/Click.133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLn6lnlgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kbjKn2sLVUk/s1600-h/Click.135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099635670925153794" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLn6lnlgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kbjKn2sLVUk/s320/Click.135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLnqlnleI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SsXyvDRfHHQ/s1600-h/Click.132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099635666630186466" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLnqlnleI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SsXyvDRfHHQ/s320/Click.132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Ruishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLoalnlhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sJZNCKHXP2A/s1600-h/Click.138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099635679515088402" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLoalnlhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sJZNCKHXP2A/s320/Click.138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLoalnliI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6EciodvDcCg/s1600-h/Click.139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099635679515088418" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWLoalnliI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6EciodvDcCg/s320/Click.139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWMG6lnljI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BREzDNrEPu4/s1600-h/Click.140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099636203501098546" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWMG6lnljI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BREzDNrEPu4/s320/Click.140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWMHKlnlkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ynTg9Lm4a7U/s1600-h/Click.141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099636207796065858" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWMHKlnlkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ynTg9Lm4a7U/s320/Click.141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWMHalnllI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FmhBXBhw6Ak/s1600-h/Click.142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099636212091033170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWMHalnllI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FmhBXBhw6Ak/s320/Click.142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, everyone loves self-timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gossiped alot. Here and there. About how people in our class changed alot. The attitudes and friends. then we talked about how parents compare their kids with others. We always get the blame, for holy cows' sake. Okay, look. If everyone's smart, then there will be no such thing as smart and no test and exams will be required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4676172834307500856?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4676172834307500856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4676172834307500856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/tube-tops-and-short-denim-skirts.html' title='Tube Tops and Short Denim Skirts'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsWJu6lnlPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9UuHcsWIxa4/s72-c/Click.100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8492161749572236179</id><published>2007-08-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:44:21.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common test is finally overrrr</title><content type='html'>HELLOHELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle is a happy girl because the Science paper was super easy today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have nothing to say about Common Test because i don't wish to talk about it. we should all relax and not think about Common Test. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop laughing during Math lesson today. Mdm Tan even asked me if i wanted to stand outside the classroom. Hah. Then halfway through the lesson, i looked out of the door to see Dumbass observing me from the second level. Hee. He looked like some 5year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lestin Ong came in for the second period of LVM and showed us "Just follow Law". The whole class laughed like crazy during the movie. Especially the part:&lt;br /&gt;"You You. You are my witnesses. He is molesting My body. Okay okay. I know this seems weird but he is in my body and i am in his. You you... You don't understand right." Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school with Adila, HuiShi, Joel, Yunbei, Ruishan, Yenshan, Wanhui, Jasmine and Mianwoon, to finish up the models of the furnitures of the IPW project. Okay, we finished everything already except for final touch-ups(: The rest went back first, leaving Adila, HuiShi, Joel and i to tidy up. Then Adila said that she didn't want to go home so early so we stayed back to take photos. Joel left because. Er, he is a guy. Hah. When we were &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; about to start taking photos, HuaLian(RuiShan) appeared. She said she had to wait for her dad to come pick her up so she came back to find us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Tqlnk5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rhjKxWF4U4s/s1600-h/Click.090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099270285172380562" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Tqlnk5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rhjKxWF4U4s/s320/Click.090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_U6lnk6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/H_yR3PtSPfc/s1600-h/Click.104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099270306647217058" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_U6lnk6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/H_yR3PtSPfc/s320/Click.104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Valnk7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/jv-Jas7l8ok/s1600-h/Click.103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099270315237151666" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Valnk7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/jv-Jas7l8ok/s320/Click.103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_V6lnk8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QhNRdQctEpU/s1600-h/Click.102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099270323827086274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_V6lnk8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/QhNRdQctEpU/s320/Click.102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Walnk9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/37e5LVSnEdU/s1600-h/Click.099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099270332417020882" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Walnk9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/37e5LVSnEdU/s320/Click.099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAG6lnk-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_UnLzJcr518/s1600-h/Click.095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099271165640676322" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAG6lnk-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_UnLzJcr518/s320/Click.095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAHalnk_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EaXu5KBJY3k/s1600-h/Click.093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099271174230610930" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAHalnk_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EaXu5KBJY3k/s320/Click.093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAJKlnlAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-P5wxljRiXQ/s1600-h/Click.090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099271204295382018" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAJKlnlAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-P5wxljRiXQ/s320/Click.090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAJ6lnlBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SFyrJC5y5aM/s1600-h/Click.089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099271217180283922" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAJ6lnlBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SFyrJC5y5aM/s320/Click.089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAKalnlCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/M0C1-EhEBfQ/s1600-h/Click.087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099271225770218530" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAKalnlCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/M0C1-EhEBfQ/s320/Click.087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAgKlnlDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Gun7GtHOqv8/s1600-h/Click.082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099271599432373298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRAgKlnlDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Gun7GtHOqv8/s320/Click.082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGQalnlKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/l9TR_7tw2Ng/s1600-h/Click.023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGQalnlKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/l9TR_7tw2Ng/s320/Click.023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277925919200418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGRqlnlLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/uG9tkiicqQQ/s1600-h/Click.029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGRqlnlLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/uG9tkiicqQQ/s320/Click.029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277947394036914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGR6lnlMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XG1yRygXaAs/s1600-h/Click.041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGR6lnlMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XG1yRygXaAs/s320/Click.041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277951689004226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGTKlnlNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8rN-wfg5Pw0/s1600-h/Click.062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGTKlnlNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8rN-wfg5Pw0/s320/Click.062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277973163840722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGTalnlOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PFGN8T2r2nQ/s1600-h/Click.066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsRGTalnlOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PFGN8T2r2nQ/s320/Click.066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277977458808034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm tired and i can't wait for Cross Country tomorrow. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because i didn't get a chance to run last year as i was selling food at the booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8492161749572236179?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8492161749572236179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8492161749572236179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/common-test-is-finally-overrrr.html' title='Common test is finally overrrr'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsQ_Tqlnk5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rhjKxWF4U4s/s72-c/Click.090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-3835067329842518296</id><published>2007-08-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:04:17.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut butter M&amp;Ns</title><content type='html'>M&amp;Ns make you feel so high. And the more you eat them, the more you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test today was on my strongest and weakest subject: Math and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was like. &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;POOP. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;I was basically freaking out throughout the whole paper. Spent like 5minutes for each question? i rushed throughout the whole paper. Skipped the equations that can't be solved. then by the time i reached the last quetsion, i realised i only have less than 20minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, rushing rushing rusing to solve the remaining equations badadaba.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up leaving 2 questions not finished.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ong came in at the last minute, asking us if we had any questions to ask. And i wanted to request her to extend the time. HAHA. But i didn't. I might have wasted MORE time to request. SO why bother.&lt;br /&gt;the paper finally ended. And MianWoon was chanting:"ShitShitShit" behind me. SO after that i taught her to say POOP instead(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE was okay. I don't know how you define okay, but it wasn't that tough. At least i seem to be understanding what i'm writing. Because usually, i don't. I managed to finish the paper and sleep for like 20minutes. And i even had a dream, but i can't remember what it was about. Hah. And i dreamt that MdmTan was saying "Okay, 3minutes left. Those sleeping please wake up..." Then i sprang up.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, HuiShi and Adila told me that during the paper, Mdm Tan was doing some kind of stretching exercise. I don't know. I was busy dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;The last major paper's tomorrow: SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, i doubt i'll do well. But i have to get an A(: Yeah. Gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world.&lt;br /&gt;Hello oesophagus and peanut butter M&amp;Ns(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/K-X00A7p4I/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/K-X00A7p4I/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-3835067329842518296?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3835067329842518296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/3835067329842518296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/peanut-butter-m.html' title='Peanut butter M&amp;Ns'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5922823680125905303</id><published>2007-08-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:05:01.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pianist is playing the piano</title><content type='html'>HELLOHELLOPEOPLE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is happy today because Geography's OVER(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was almost late for traffic duty but as you know, i'm seldom late. Okay, never late for duties before. Except once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in class, i realised that this was the even week and not the odd week. So i was like cursing and all. But i didn't really care. Why must the school have odd and even weeks in the first place, makes careless and dumb students (like me) all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was great because we got our test papers back today and i scored full marks. Hee(: Finally my parents will signed my papers willingly. (: They are always not satisfied with my grades and all. Sigh. Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Met up with Jowynn yesterday for a study date. Ended up talking and doing only a few questions from CASCO and headed to the neoprint booth. Hilarious right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY, my dad's nagging at me now. My life as a teenager is so packed with schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANo-BLbxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HQlSsmfOxNo/s1600-h/Click.052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098089775677271826" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANo-BLbxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HQlSsmfOxNo/s200/Click.052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are coming and he's still at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANpOBLbyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/He-jhbJaELo/s1600-h/Click.053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098089779972239138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANpOBLbyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/He-jhbJaELo/s200/Click.053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANpeBLbzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V9zxPduV36E/s1600-h/Click.083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098089784267206450" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANpeBLbzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V9zxPduV36E/s200/Click.083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints. i don't have a scanner at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANpuBLb0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ah-DfvItyow/s1600-h/Click.025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098089788562173762" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANpuBLb0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ah-DfvItyow/s200/Click.025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister likes to sit on sofas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiShi and i are going swimming on Sunday(:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SUNTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodbye world.&lt;br /&gt;Hello World War II.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't like Yamashita. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Amelia(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5922823680125905303?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5922823680125905303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5922823680125905303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/pianoist-is-playing-piano.html' title='The pianist is playing the piano'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/RsANo-BLbxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HQlSsmfOxNo/s72-c/Click.052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5035713353561245220</id><published>2007-08-12T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:23:29.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you overloaded candy-coated</title><content type='html'>HELLOHELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be studying for tomorrow's paper, but i got bored and there's really not much to study for Geography. Just memorising stuff on Plantation, Transportation, Case Study on Singapore a sa transportation and communications hub. Okay, those are like so boring. Dang. i'm starting to dislike Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i don't feel like studying at all. I'm a lazy pig. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming yesterday, and i think i got tanner. (: Yay. The sun was very bright and lively yesterday. And the clouds were very scattered. Thus, SUN-TAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Friday's movie was alright. I'm not really a fan of Jay Chou but i enjoyed the movie. Woah, pianos were cool and great and the music was nice. If only i could play like them.&lt;br /&gt;It had been a looooooooooong time since i last hung out with dumbass. i'm always soooo busy and he's got prelims to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side, it's our Second Month together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk, i've traffic duty tomorrow and it's not passge way :/ Why i want passage way? Because i can stand there with my study notes and revise. Yeah. Last minute revision always work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY. Time for me to continue my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_AQxZCjiQv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_AQxZCjiQv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5035713353561245220?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5035713353561245220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5035713353561245220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-overloaded-candy-coated.html' title='are you overloaded candy-coated'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-8951217675090067466</id><published>2007-08-09T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:56:19.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing compeition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><title type='text'>my voice is breaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9R-BLbuI/AAAAAAAAATs/CIrJks7CG9w/s1600-h/Click.161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523675982327522" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9R-BLbuI/AAAAAAAAATs/CIrJks7CG9w/s200/Click.161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9R-BLbvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ULPMlLZ74zo/s1600-h/Click.164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523675982327538" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9R-BLbvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ULPMlLZ74zo/s200/Click.164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7TOBLbpI/AAAAAAAAATE/DMkw-yLbncA/s1600-h/Click.170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096521498433908370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7TOBLbpI/AAAAAAAAATE/DMkw-yLbncA/s200/Click.170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7TeBLbqI/AAAAAAAAATM/yxB-t5VsKok/s1600-h/Click.171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096521502728875682" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7TeBLbqI/AAAAAAAAATM/yxB-t5VsKok/s200/Click.171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7TuBLbrI/AAAAAAAAATU/b9VSiRC2ops/s1600-h/Click.172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096521507023842994" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7TuBLbrI/AAAAAAAAATU/b9VSiRC2ops/s200/Click.172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7T-BLbsI/AAAAAAAAATc/tSPJyDgyh5Q/s1600-h/Click.173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096521511318810306" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp7T-BLbsI/AAAAAAAAATc/tSPJyDgyh5Q/s200/Click.173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9RuBLbtI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ut14wH4PJ7U/s1600-h/Click.169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523671687360210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9RuBLbtI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ut14wH4PJ7U/s200/Click.169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Competition yesterday was great(: Everyone did a good job, and we sounded awesome. Especially Adila, she sang solo for the last line, and everyone in the hall cheered for her, for 2A! Yeah, including Mdm Tan(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mike went stupid and it's like it wasn't switched on, although Evelyn told me it wasn't switched off. Adila's voice couldn't really be heard by the audience. Okay, she couldn't be heard. God. Fine, i shan't blame the AVA because people make mistakes sometimes. We were just unlucky yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 3rd place forthe Singing Competition. Yeah. We rock. Heh(: All our hard Work really paid off. All those after school practices, screaming and last minute work really made us what we presented yesterday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to ikea with huishi, dexter and joel yesterday. We went crazy and tried on all the sofas, beds, chairs, tables, toilet seats and what-so-ever. Dexter and HuiShi went crazy and kept wanting to take photos. Yeah. And joel was like "Can we stop taking photos?" And i'm like, "my voice is breaking" I'm serious. My voice is getting lower by the second. i'm so losing my voice soon. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;. 42nd year and still smiling(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-8951217675090067466?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8951217675090067466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/8951217675090067466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-voice-is-breaking.html' title='my voice is breaking'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rrp9R-BLbuI/AAAAAAAAATs/CIrJks7CG9w/s72-c/Click.161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2430382498559931889</id><published>2007-08-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:58:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like hell to me</title><content type='html'>i so pity myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English paper was alright, at least it's something down to earth. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Singing Competitions rehearsal was, at least something to look forward to, i guess. Until we saw this whiteboard with the "2B rocks" and whatever stuff they wrote. It's abit &lt;i&gt;fillintheblank&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. Why do you people like to keep all the hatred in yourself? Why do you people hate in the first place? Hate shouldn't come been introduced to anyone in the first place. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;You guys should have the courage to reveal your name. And come spam my tag, instead of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i really should stop being so sarcastic. People might get upset and offended.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, there i go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE(:&lt;br /&gt;Stop the Hate(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2430382498559931889?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2430382498559931889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2430382498559931889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-like-hell-to-me.html' title='it&apos;s like hell to me'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-4189206821405631757</id><published>2007-08-04T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:08:11.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid?'/><title type='text'>hey Bunja!</title><content type='html'>Hokay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies first.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Hokay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;Liying: Don't worry, everything's going to be fine okay. Cheer up(:&lt;br /&gt;Keneth: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Haziq: Okay, haha. i was in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;Adila: Who knows. It's best not to commend, or the person might be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight fever of 37.4 to 37.8 degrees plus a highly BAD runny nose makes me wanna stay at home and sleep all day long. If only i can, but sadly, i have tuition to attend and homework and finish PLUSPLUS revision to do. Life as a teenager is not a play thing. Got back my chinese paper! i finally got 20 and above. Yay, i have made some 10marks improvement(: Hurrah(: Keep up with this and i'll pass my future chinese papers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i solemnly apologise for my previous post, if it has hurt anyone's feelings. I was having a bad mood yesterday due to the runny nose and fever. Yeah, and i was just speaking out what i feel about friendship nowadays. I hope you won't take the commends too seriously okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also apologise to the people who got offended by my post on Saturday, 21July. &lt;br /&gt;But i believe you have gotten the wrong idea. &lt;br /&gt;i wasn't saying that we were good, i was just refering to what the teacher told us. i do admit that we will be afraid of having to perform in front of hundreds. Everyone has stage-frights once in a while, right? And about the ear-plugs thoery, i doubt you'll use them anyways. Thanks for the 'advice' anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT CAKES SIMPLY MAKE ME FLY INTO DREAMLAND(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-4189206821405631757?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4189206821405631757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/4189206821405631757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-bunja.html' title='hey Bunja!'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-7325993954961259082</id><published>2007-08-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:35:16.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like the way you say 'oooooooooooo'</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE WHOSE READING MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i know it has been ages since i've last updated, i apologise now. I was really busy with school stuff and wasn't in the mood to blog, or even to go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a bit of a friendship problem, i don't really know what you classify that under, but i'll call it a FRIENDSHIP problem and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's siding their closest friends, but even their closest friends might not be trusted. Then, they start suspecting each other and spreading secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE. That's what i currently call them. They have like split personalities, smiling and acting like we are best of friends, then behind my back, they start insulting me. They have a lot of secrets too. They don't confide their best friends. SO now their best friends have got no one to vent their anger to. BUT it's okay. Because HuiShi and i will always be there for you(: CHEER UP, GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTS. They start because of the slightest reasons. GOD, and they never end. And for some dumb reason, they drag boyfriends into the fight too. Maybe some kind soul would like to teach them to &lt;b&gt;FORGIVE and FORGET&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. My post today was just very random, just wanna tell everyone to be very POSITIVE like me, heh(: and &lt;b&gt;Always look on the BRIGHT side of life&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a goofy gooby yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT ALL(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-7325993954961259082?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7325993954961259082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/7325993954961259082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-way-you-say-oooooooooooo.html' title='i like the way you say &apos;oooooooooooo&apos;'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2922096162373815577</id><published>2007-07-28T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:04:46.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like i don't know her anymore</title><content type='html'>Hokay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine, i guess. It really depends what your definition of fine would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, i admit. Yesterday's school was so boring. We had the Core subjects that would also be equal to NOFUN! IPW was okay. My group members had a few quarrels here and there, but i managed to cut out a ALMOST-PERFECT circle(: Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass and i have been always running into each other at school. During before school, my recess and after school(on my rush to the toilet). HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitriah and i stayed back to finish up the National Day Coupons. We have finally completed everything except for little minor errors here and there. Mrs Goy's going to reprint them and call for another session next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored, and as expected, this post is boring and plain and so not-fun.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's because i'm just not into the mood. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to reconsider whether or not, i should go for Big Boss' party. It's kinda rude to turn his invitation down and almost the whole class would be going. And i heard that he ordered for a caterer with 16-dishes. Rich or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4N-BLbjI/AAAAAAAAASU/ThqivY_yTxc/s1600-h/Click.150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155247565696562" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4N-BLbjI/AAAAAAAAASU/ThqivY_yTxc/s200/Click.150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OOBLbkI/AAAAAAAAASc/KezeskKurlI/s1600-h/Click.151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155251860663874" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OOBLbkI/AAAAAAAAASc/KezeskKurlI/s200/Click.151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OeBLblI/AAAAAAAAASk/zVpzazmG9Dg/s1600-h/Click.153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155256155631186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OeBLblI/AAAAAAAAASk/zVpzazmG9Dg/s200/Click.153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OeBLbmI/AAAAAAAAASs/xQHV_hp4hR4/s1600-h/Click.155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155256155631202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OeBLbmI/AAAAAAAAASs/xQHV_hp4hR4/s200/Click.155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OuBLbnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XCKuJWTMOTY/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155260450598514" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4OuBLbnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XCKuJWTMOTY/s200/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2922096162373815577?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2922096162373815577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2922096162373815577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-like-i-dont-know-her-anymore.html' title='it&apos;s like i don&apos;t know her anymore'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/Rqr4N-BLbjI/AAAAAAAAASU/ThqivY_yTxc/s72-c/Click.150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-5186110927563548517</id><published>2007-07-26T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:13:46.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speechless'/><title type='text'>whoever knew that friends could have turned into enemies overnight</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, crying seems to help a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, solving the problem is our problem and not the whole world's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, Estelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-5186110927563548517?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5186110927563548517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/5186110927563548517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/07/whoever-knew-that-friends-could-have.html' title='whoever knew that friends could have turned into enemies overnight'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32699787.post-2811173427825987412</id><published>2007-07-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:00:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks have been cruel to us both</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Every step I take, every move I make&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, every time I pray&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the day, when you went away&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take, what a bond to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIAN MATH COMPETITION.&lt;br /&gt;is a super duper tough paper i've ever sat for. Second to Math Genius. Yeah. The pressure's in. People around me were practically sleeping when i was still struggling with the last 5 questions. Question 26-6marks, Question 27-7marks, Question 28-8marks, Question 29-9marks and Question 30-10marks. Yeah. But whatever, the last math competition i'm going to sit for is finally OVER. This is like the 3rd one this year? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's alittle boring these days. I don't know why either. It's either tests or group work. EXCEPT FOR SCIENCE LESSON. Mr Lam's currently teaching us about the Human Reproductive System and EVERYONE'S GETTING A LITTLE HORNY(: especially my partner-TRS. She asks a WHOLE LOT of questions even though it will not be tested in the examinations. I get a little influenced too, especially since she screams and shouts the question to Mr Lam. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i'm getting so bored and restless. There no one there to entertain me. Well, i'm supposed to meet Dumbass now but he's having some bonding time with his parents and apparently, he has forgotten to bring his phone along. Either that, or the battery's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u121/kylie0545/z58905954.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u224/Eriica-x-/90279.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u242/burzua/sexy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u27/pinx_23/untitled232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u276/hello_kitty_021/It_s_Love_L4841.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32699787-2811173427825987412?l=yellowsong-script.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2811173427825987412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32699787/posts/default/2811173427825987412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowsong-script.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-weeks-have-been-cruel-to-us-both.html' title='two weeks have been cruel to us both'/><author><name>ESTELLE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxi6m-zL6e4/ScX4h8ex8CI/AAAAAAAABZI/bONLNP8Zyok/S220/P1180372.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
