<?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-6400683761629043912</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:26:09.208+08:00</updated><category term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><category term='JULY`xholidaee-TO SINGAPORE'/><title type='text'>(aiai`sblog)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3087671219746683805</id><published>2008-06-17T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:20:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this blog's kinda gone</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm not going to post on this blog anymore because I got a new blog and this blog is just still up because I don't want to delete the stuff that I wrote when I was back in Australia, so if you've got time, relink me to www.c-h-r-i-s-t-i-e.blogspot.com  okay? :D It won't kill you to just take 5 seconds to relink me so...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living well. And ermms...yeah...all the rest's on my other blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3087671219746683805?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3087671219746683805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3087671219746683805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3087671219746683805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3087671219746683805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-blogs-kinda-gone.html' title='this blog&apos;s kinda gone'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7167614676906486195</id><published>2008-05-04T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:12:30.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what, now?</title><content type='html'>Okay. My other blog. You guys really want to know what it is, right? I mean it's got everything there. I post everyday on that blog, believe it or not. You desperate for the URL? If you can still remember my first ever URL, then go for it. Some people have already linked my other blog. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Literature. Yawn. What boring subjects. Yeeeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about the new DTE building? Looks like town. Nothing much to see if you go on the ferris wheel. Not that I've been on the ferris wheel, I don't think I'm going on it. All you see is the carpark and HDB flats. ZZZ. Still, I reckon the lights and all are cool if you look at it from far away. Freaks me out to think what would happen if one of the lights broke and fell on innocent little people walking by. But whatever. At least it's close to my house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is Study Day. Who wants to study with me??? :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7167614676906486195?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7167614676906486195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7167614676906486195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7167614676906486195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7167614676906486195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-now.html' title='what, now?'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1718106882801508713</id><published>2008-05-02T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:50:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Exams are going. Had Geography exam today. Was pretty easy, I guess. At least it's Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Playing Gaia Online a lot now ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition boys are far from being normal. They talk like they'd die if they don't. Like breathing. At least it's lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is becoming a major bore to me right now. At least we get let off early. As early as 9:00AM. And to our dismay, when we reach the shopping centers, the shops aren't even open.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Serene and one of my tuition friends today in McDonalds. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's May already. Truly, April seems like the shortest month ever. It's always like this. &lt;br /&gt;I'm auditioning for School of the Arts. I need to submit some work for them to see, then if they like my work then they'll ask me to go for auditions. If I don't get in,  then I'm going to try Hai Sing. Talking to Kenneth &amp; Jia Jun. They're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a waterproof bag. Either ZINC or MYUK. Yep, yep, yep.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after exams. Or on the last day of my exams. Just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My other blog? &lt;br /&gt;I`ll give you a hint. It's my first ever blog URL. Meaning, I'm re-using the first blog URL I ever used to make a blog. Wonder if anyone can remember it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1718106882801508713?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718106882801508713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1718106882801508713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1718106882801508713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1718106882801508713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4541975420230284638</id><published>2008-04-13T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:03:10.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think you all know that I have another blog. So I'm sorry for not updating this one as often as you &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; like me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you might miss my posts heaps. But if you want my other blog, you just gotta ask me, okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, well...where shall I start...ho hums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition sucks big time. Even though the boys in my tuition are really funny sometimes. The P6 tuition guys are actually really funny but seriously vulgar and gangsterish. Guess what they keep calling me? &lt;i&gt;Australia girl&lt;/i&gt;. Then when I told them not to call me that, one of them goes: "&lt;b&gt;Then call you what? Kangaroo girl???&lt;/b&gt;" then the whole class started laughing. THEY ARE DOWNRIGHT BLOODY RUDE, IRRITATING, NOISY, VULGAR, TRY-HARD FLIRTS, PERVERTED AND WANNABE GANGSTERS, okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. At least the Sec1 guys are more mature but they are really lame in a way. There are actually more P6s though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeps. I can't believe it's Sunday already. How time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. I need to transfer. But my father said I need to complete this year well so I can have something to show the future principal, because I didn't take PSLE. Yeah. I saw Kyee yesterday and I didn't recognise her at first because she looked so DIFFERENT. Yeah I wish I can transfer to Hai Sing or smth. Bedok is just too far for my liking. Sitting in the bus for like an hour is just a pure waste of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4541975420230284638?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4541975420230284638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4541975420230284638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4541975420230284638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4541975420230284638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5063571861907489807</id><published>2008-04-08T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:26:00.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12minutes, 32seconds</title><content type='html'>LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 3rd position out of all the Sec1s. &lt;br /&gt;-sighs- &lt;br /&gt;but I was sick on that day, man. I think I would've become 2nd if I wasn't sick. Carissa got 2nd instead so she beat me by 10 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came 3rd&lt;br /&gt;then Dan Ni came 4th but I beat her by &lt;b&gt;1 second&lt;/b&gt;, man. But I think we actually came in at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Did our 5 stations test today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember everything I got, but I just remember I did 36 sit ups and I got 11.5 seconds for the shuttle run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school it rained like crazy, man. Got soooo wet.&lt;br /&gt;Books got wetter. Nah, not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5063571861907489807?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5063571861907489807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5063571861907489807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5063571861907489807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5063571861907489807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/04/12minutes-32seconds.html' title='12minutes, 32seconds'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2525562747601087888</id><published>2008-04-02T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:52:43.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exploring</title><content type='html'>Today I got to switch my seating spot, so now I can sit with Fung Ling. &lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, I can't sleep in class now because I'm in full view of the teacher. No wonder Fung Ling gets picked on all the time. Because she's slacking in the teacher's view. ZzzZzZzZZzZzZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...today was pretty boring. Apart from the fact that after school, Li Luan, Celeste, Joey, Fung Ling and I went to the Bedok market for bubbletea but we ended up buying cup noodles for lunch instead. Well, only Celeste and I didn't buy a bbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we finished, I suggested we go explore the area around Anglican High. But we didn't get to see the front, well, mostly because that school is up on a HILL so you don't expect us to walk all the way up, do you? O_o&lt;br /&gt;So we just started running along the long road next to that huge zig zag staircase.&lt;br /&gt;Joey took a video of me running...I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Brought Celeste to the pet shop because she &lt;i&gt;insisted&lt;/i&gt; we go see the animals everytime she comes along with us to go to the market. Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In DMC, I managed to get this picture done for our group's poster. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJ-5GYaltfE/R_Nt41AZ6AI/AAAAAAAAACc/AdQduLBEzm4/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJ-5GYaltfE/R_Nt41AZ6AI/AAAAAAAAACc/AdQduLBEzm4/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184608419102451714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJ-5GYaltfE/R_Nt4lAZ5_I/AAAAAAAAACU/zaiihHZ7knE/s1600-h/P1010205+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJ-5GYaltfE/R_Nt4lAZ5_I/AAAAAAAAACU/zaiihHZ7knE/s320/P1010205+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184608414807484402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the air was like SOOOO sticky and humid. It was kind of hard to breathe, if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2525562747601087888?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2525562747601087888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2525562747601087888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2525562747601087888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2525562747601087888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/04/exploring.html' title='exploring'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJ-5GYaltfE/R_Nt41AZ6AI/AAAAAAAAACc/AdQduLBEzm4/s72-c/P1010205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5068414263995857457</id><published>2008-04-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:01:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty okay. School seems to have drained away all of the bad things I keep thinking about. Because at least it gives me something to think about at school rather than daydreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a pretty good day. Fung Ling and I went to the bookshop and it was so crowded because they actually restocked the whole bookshop! Fung Ling was a little upset because the huge coloured vanguard sheets haven't come in yet. The bookshop aunty said that they'd come in by tomorrow. Fung Ling hopes like crazy so.&lt;br /&gt;Fung Ling and I went to buy this cool Black Book for our so-called 'family'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Matilda, Rosie, Fung Ling and I decided to have a treat today &lt;s&gt;in honour of April Fool's Day&lt;/s&gt; by eating from the 24 hour vending machine. While Fung Ling and I was at the bookshop, one of the $2 notes got jammed so...they couldn't get anything. And it just so happened to be &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; $2 note that I passed to them so they could help me to buy my food. But Matilda was nice and bought my lunch for me first so I could eat *hohoho*.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For CMECS, it was pure slack, man. Fung Ling and I were like fully decorating the Black Book (I quickly scooted over to Sally's empty seat, next to Fung Ling because Sally was sitting in the always empty seat next to Francine and Amanda). Mrs Cheong had to keep telling the both of us off because we kept writing in the Black Book even when she told everyone to put down our pens.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Fung Ling and I are such rebels, man. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;We were like completely slacking during CMECS because it was so boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was also pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was okay because we had a standard test and I wrote like...a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept sniffing all day. I had such a bad runny nose, I used up one of Yi Zhen's tissue packets. But that was okay because she had like two more packets in her bag. I had such a runny nose during PE, too. I even ran the complete 7 rounds. 7 x 240m = 1680m. Timing was 7 minutes and 43 seconds. Whoop de do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. My nose is still running. *SNIFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who played a joke on me today in honour of April Fool's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARAH&lt;/b&gt;: by sending me a really funny SMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOY&lt;/b&gt;: by telling me that she was going to get a handphone, but she really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUDREY KOH&lt;/b&gt;: okay, not really but she told me about this girl who called her yesterday and said: "&lt;i&gt;EY AUDREY TOMORROW DUNID GO TO SCHOOL!&lt;/i&gt;" and Audrey was like, "&lt;i&gt;HUH???&lt;/i&gt;" and the girl was like, "&lt;i&gt;HAHAHHAHA APRIL FOOL'S DAY&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISS NING&lt;/b&gt;: okay, not really, too, but she just wished us a Happy April Fool's Day and said that she didn't have any chocolates to give us. Not that she always has any, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: these posts are just copies from my other blog. just updating this one for the sake of y'all. there are much more posts on my other blog, just so you know ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5068414263995857457?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5068414263995857457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5068414263995857457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5068414263995857457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5068414263995857457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7390213352518053955</id><published>2008-03-27T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:29:44.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><title type='text'>changing and changing</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm going to write properly now. I start writing like really bad whenever I'm really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a pretty good slacking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got briefed on our NAPFA test, so Nima and I, as the sports captains, had to brief the rest of the class on it during PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ning read out my english essay out loud in front of the class today. The same thing Miss Lim did when I was in P3. Except Miss Lim went so far as to photocopy my paper in P3 and give everyone in the class a copy to read. &lt;br /&gt;So embarrassing, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to learn a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;And after school, Fung Ling sent me the song '&lt;b&gt;Wait For You - Elliot Yamin&lt;/b&gt;' on her handphone so now I can listen to it (&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;) in the privacy of my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to WS (Yolanda was going there too, but she was going to NTUC). As I was walking along that long stretch of shops that led to the MRT station and the interchange, I saw Chee Shuen and Akhyar but they didn't recognise me. I went to the library to drop off my library book later. Then I went to Popular to buy a file. It's all cool and green. When I came out, I saw Wessie Oh from PRPS but she didn't recognise me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I went to the interchange, I went to stand in the Bus #354 lane. You know how the Bus #6 lane is right next to Bus #354 lane? Guess who I saw sitting on the railing drinking a Gulp. When I approached the line, that guy turned and looked at me. At first I looked away for a split second, thinking he was someone else. But when I immediately turned back to look at him, I was like "OMG SEBASTIAN!!"&lt;br /&gt;So we like chatted for awhile...and to tell you the truth, he looks REALLY DIFFERENT. His voice is already cracked...and it sounds a lot better in a way. He says I look the same. o.o&lt;br /&gt;His bus left before mine. I got a good view of the back of his head. He said the school cut his hair for him because it was too long. I told him it didn't look bad and that he kind of over-exaggerated it when he told me that they cut it REALLY SHORT. But I think it actually doesn't look that bad at all. It's more boyish in a way, sure, but he seems to really miss his sideburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came home, the PE teacher in my school rang me up and told me that I forgot to meet her after school at the sunken foyer. Oh. Yeah, she was just like telling me how she could excuse me from going to basketball on Fridays. So I don't have to go to DMC anymore. NOW then she tells me. COOL. Means I can still continue with basketball. *dance dance* but then it's like kind of wierd because while everyone's going for 3 times a week, i'm only going twice. so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, I got my first photograph of a sunset here, in Singapore. I miss the ones in aussieland, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uEqnCZBAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NwJG-BtAPyE/s1600-h/P1010220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uEqnCZBAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NwJG-BtAPyE/s200/P1010220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182381663788270594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uErHCZBBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C8bhKwHRHnU/s1600-h/P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uErHCZBBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C8bhKwHRHnU/s200/P1010221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182381672378205202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uEr3CZBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9wA1y45jlik/s1600-h/P1010222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uEr3CZBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9wA1y45jlik/s200/P1010222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182381685263107106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i took this yesterday while i was on the phone with YuMin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uE-nCZBDI/AAAAAAAAARA/lD-S5tYQUqQ/s1600-h/P1010218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uE-nCZBDI/AAAAAAAAARA/lD-S5tYQUqQ/s200/P1010218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182382007385654322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7390213352518053955?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7390213352518053955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7390213352518053955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7390213352518053955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7390213352518053955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/changing-and-changing.html' title='changing and changing'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R-uEqnCZBAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NwJG-BtAPyE/s72-c/P1010220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5216185807402661655</id><published>2008-03-26T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:52:07.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first DMC session</title><content type='html'>today was the first DMC session i went to. i feel kind of strange and wierd at the same time trying to avoid my basketball seniors and all. the truth is, i feel guilty about changing but i know i`m doing it for the right reasons; i feel it's the right thing for me to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC isn't bad at all. it's just a little quirky being new to it and all, especially when they`re all working on smth. but i actually managed to help my group get a lot done today. and they say my drawings are really cool and my photography from australia is beyond WOW. Yeah. its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm not complaining. DMC is actually quite nice. we get to be in air-con, which is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ve been listening to 98.7FM and i heard Break The Ice by Britney Spears. I think it's really cool. for a britney spears song, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh gtg makan my parents are calling meeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5216185807402661655?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5216185807402661655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5216185807402661655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5216185807402661655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5216185807402661655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-dmc-session.html' title='first DMC session'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5900500676040614845</id><published>2008-03-25T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:49:02.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY  BIRTHDAY ZHI QIAN</title><content type='html'>Okay just wanted to wish one of my really good friends ZHI QIAN a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great year ahead, man. stay cool, stay strong, stay happy X33&lt;br /&gt;wells, hope you're doing really well in school, hope your friends aren't giving you a hard time, hope you had a great day today((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a change of TUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's been changed.&lt;br /&gt;I was just listening to 98.7FM and I heard this song. It was so beautiful, man. And it totally fitted the image of this blog picture so I thought I'd put it up. The starting tune sounds like Never Had A Dream Come True. Oh well. Sounds great though ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cUPSy-_Q55/aus=false"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cUPSy-_Q55/aus=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm wishing that you would come back through my door&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go? You could have let me know&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Girl you could have stayed&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldnt give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more then i can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they keep running down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling crazy (crazy)&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is &amp;amp; it just ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But your telling me it wont be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does you pride make you run &amp;amp; hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afriad of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;Thats not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last thing i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5900500676040614845?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5900500676040614845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5900500676040614845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5900500676040614845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5900500676040614845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-of-tune.html' title='HAPPY  BIRTHDAY ZHI QIAN'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2880497540856664629</id><published>2008-03-21T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:52:37.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;last night my mother told me i`d been changed from basketball to dmc. i don`t know how to feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story of the music is on my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;the story of the siblings is also on my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;the story of the closeness is on my other blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i`m content to just enjoy my long weekend as much as i can. i don`t want this to end. i want this to keep on going; never ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2880497540856664629?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2880497540856664629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2880497540856664629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2880497540856664629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2880497540856664629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='a change'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3479950781609303994</id><published>2008-03-20T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:38:33.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday mode</title><content type='html'>You know how school really gets on your nerves sometimes...studying really has its way of stepping on your toes &lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get a long weekend starting tomorrow. Because of Good Friday. Yeah. Why not have Easter Monday as well? -_-# These few days have been one of my most depressing ones ever. So much to do; so little time. There goes that phrase again. &lt;i&gt;So little time&lt;/i&gt;. Don`t you honestly wish time would just freeze? Things would be so great then. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 5:33PM]&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just had to back out there because my father was in a huge rush to use the computer. Yeah. Now I can finally use this computer in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished emailing my testimony to the Riverlife office because the water baptism people asked me to do it before this Saturday. At least &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much homework for this weekend. I didn't finish my English informal letter (and I didn't even know we had to do it for homework) so I have to do that. I need to do my Geography map drawing. That is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; stupid. I have Maths homework, Maths revision. RAWWWWWRRRRRR I`m so pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there`s a prayer meeting at Riverlife, so I`ll try to go.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Easter service is on Saturday so I am &lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/b&gt; going. I can`t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I`m going to finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3479950781609303994?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3479950781609303994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3479950781609303994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3479950781609303994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3479950781609303994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/holiday-mode.html' title='holiday mode'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-9093143523874358901</id><published>2008-03-14T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:43:33.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been away</title><content type='html'>heys peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry haven`t been posting in awhile. i`ve been pretty caught up with CCA practice and camp and finishing homework. to tell you the truth, I haven`t even finished a single piece of homework, yet. amazing, hey? and i still got time to blog. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah i am ABOUT to finish my english and geog homework already and i`m just starting on my science. not touching history. it is a piece of homework that i simply refuse to touch. but i will have to do it, eventually. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some of you might know...&lt;br /&gt;i have made another blog, but i`m just going to keep this blog up for the sake of old memories; the things i`ve thought and written down during the time i spent in australia. so, i`ll be posting about the camp on my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. &lt;br /&gt;love ya LOADSX3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-9093143523874358901?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/9093143523874358901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=9093143523874358901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/9093143523874358901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/9093143523874358901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-away.html' title='been away'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1736589712095807525</id><published>2008-03-08T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:18:36.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my brother. you`re legal now. well, sort of. wonder if you can be counted as an adult. muahaha. go get your license now and start driving me to school. nah. whatever. have a good life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear friend Yu Min! sorry i haven`t been around to talk a lot...&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to dedicate this post to you as well and tell you that you`ve been a great friend to me all these years, don`t stop calling/tagging (i`ll try to tag as often as i can now) me, kays?&lt;br /&gt;you`re finally a teenager so you must smile and be happy, and live life to the fullest, kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. today is probably the most popular birthday i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s also International Women`s Day. well it doesn`t appeal to me because i`m not yet a woman. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...hope that all those people whose birthday falls on the 8th of March that they have a great day today. &lt;br /&gt;it`s also the first day of the March holidays. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1736589712095807525?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1736589712095807525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1736589712095807525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1736589712095807525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1736589712095807525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthdays.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAYS'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2681717324829434834</id><published>2008-03-07T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:12:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemmas</title><content type='html'>this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joined basketball because i &lt;u&gt;wanted&lt;/u&gt; to. and now, my tuition teacher switched my tuition from saturday to friday. and this new schedule clashes with my basketball.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my coach today and she said it`s compulsory to attend basketball, and she only let me off for today only.&lt;br /&gt;this seriously sucks, okay.&lt;br /&gt;i know my tuition teacher is only trying to help me improve my chinese, considering the fact that i haven`t been studying chinese for three whole years. hey, at least i`m passing my chinese compos, okay? passing as in borderline passing. but who cares? it`s STILL a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tuition teacher tried to help today. she said, in that case i should try and attend the P6 tuition on thursday (my sec1 tuition is on sunday) because the one that is on friday now is the P6 one for helping them write compos well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother suggested i quit basketball and join guitar.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;if i quit basketball i won`t be a NORMAL student because first of all, my basketball seniors are going to ask me why i quit basketball and so will my friends.&lt;br /&gt;if i quit basketball and join guitar, Rosie won`t be lonely during her CCA and she`ll have more reason to join guitar.&lt;br /&gt;if i quit basketball and join guitar and have more time for chinese tuition, i`ll do better in my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what, now? i admit that basketball training is seriously tough (we did 1000 skips with a skipping rope continuously on Wednesday) and with a lot of commitments. but i chose it and i don`t want to regret it. i didn`t even know before i joined that it`d be &lt;b&gt;3 times a week&lt;/b&gt;! i chose to accept it when i got it as my CCA. but now it seems like so many things are trying to pull me away from basketball.&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW what`s more important than basketball, though. chinese tuition, spending time with God, doing my homework well, doing the things i want to do, friends.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask this again: what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly hope that God will do what He wants to do in my life now. i need a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till this dilemma is solved,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARCH HOLIDAY HOMEWORK FOR THE BENEFITS OF THOSE SAC GIRLS (ESP. ROSIE) WHO LOOK AT MY BLOG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/b&gt;: do a &lt;i&gt;mindmap&lt;/i&gt; on &lt;u&gt;Force &amp;amp; Pressure&lt;/u&gt; (information on pg 94 - 105 on Volume 2 textbook), do on &lt;i&gt;A4 white or coloured paper&lt;/i&gt;, content must have &lt;i&gt;sufficient&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;correct info&lt;/i&gt;, presentation must be &lt;i&gt;neat&lt;/i&gt; and drawing, pictures and colour is optional.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;u&gt;Practice Paper 2&lt;/u&gt; (pg 146-152 of Distinction in English workbook), do on &lt;i&gt;foolscap paper&lt;/i&gt;, not in the workbook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRAMA&lt;/b&gt;: memorise that &lt;i&gt;two-page long poem by Roald Dahl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTORY&lt;/b&gt;: do the &lt;u&gt;CIP/History worksheet&lt;/u&gt;, the &lt;u&gt;Civilisations worksheets&lt;/u&gt;, the &lt;u&gt;'create your own seal' worksheet&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;GEOGRAPHY&lt;/b&gt;: from the &lt;i&gt;workbook&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Worksheet 5.2&lt;/u&gt; (pg 25-28), &lt;u&gt;Self Test 1&lt;/u&gt; (pg 37-44), &lt;u&gt;group work worksheet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY AND DON`T FAINT/DIE/FALL SICK/VOMIT/SCREAM IN FRUSTRATION/RIP YOUR HAIR OUT BECAUSE OF ALL THIS HOMEWORK, OKAY?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;*hint* go to Rosie`s blog because on occasion, she puts pictures of her homework up so you can try and copy whatever you can off those photographs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2681717324829434834?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2681717324829434834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2681717324829434834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2681717324829434834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2681717324829434834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/dilemmas.html' title='dilemmas'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7268307569010710209</id><published>2008-03-06T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:31:42.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>The train is late.&lt;br /&gt;MRT is not here. and I think he`s like more than half an hour late. SO...our class sort of let ourselves into the computer lab. and here we are. muahaha. there`s no teacher in the class. I feel so rebellious. ROFFLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone`s gaming right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. free gaming zone. &lt;br /&gt;okok off to play s1.rewujie already with Vaishnavi and the others.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. *dance dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till we get caught for being in the computer lab without a teacher,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7268307569010710209?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7268307569010710209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7268307569010710209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7268307569010710209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7268307569010710209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-school_06.html' title='in school'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8822907827333240831</id><published>2008-03-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:42:40.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring</title><content type='html'>Today, I fell asleep during Chinese. Fung Ling woke me up at the end of the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, all the S1s went to East Coast Beach there to do rubbish cleaning. They called the program '&lt;b&gt;BEACH CLEANING&lt;/b&gt;'. I so fully thought it was more like &lt;i&gt;PARK CLEANING&lt;/i&gt;. Because there wasn`t any rubbish on the beach except seaweed and driftwood, if you could count them as rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fung Ling and Nima were in my group. We picked up like about a million cigarette butts, man. Fung Ling went to put a brick into our plastic bag because she thought it was rubbish (I was the one who had to carry the plastic bag) and it was so HEAVY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 found a burnt dead lizard and started waving it in front of Mr Ng who was trying to run away from them in his little backpack and checkered shirt and long pants. Man, I so should`ve taken that on video. It was hilarious just watching Mr Ng telling them to put it down and stop playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bus was like half an hour late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired nowadays...I`m falling asleep during class and I always end up doing my homework at the last minute. I just don`t seem to be getting the rest I need, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel`s so comforting. He`s like always there to listen to whatever I`ve got to say, and he`ll find a way to lift my spirits back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be a better day. I`ll try and put my faith in God...because He`s all I need to be able to fall asleep and know that tomorrow will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-8822907827333240831?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8822907827333240831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8822907827333240831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8822907827333240831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8822907827333240831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/03/tiring.html' title='tiring'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3112119445104930810</id><published>2008-02-29T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:53:39.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the leap year</title><content type='html'>well, today`s the 29th of february.&lt;br /&gt;and also my dead grandmom`s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far, i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two death note wallets (one from Matilda and one from Vicki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a black notes notebook from Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lovely black covered blank notebook from Prints from Rosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a teddy bear from my 2nd aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an NKJV bible from my 3rd aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the complete first serial of the Spiderwick chronicles book; all 5 books packed into one huge book, from none but my dear brother Samuel(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of tickles from Ying Pei, though she didn`t know it was my birthday, but nevertheless(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;it`s been really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to TM with Rosie to watch a movie. my sec2 basketball seniors went too but they wanted to watch Kung Fu Dunk instead. haha. then i saw Brenda and Carissa and their friend so we watched The Eye. basketball seniors not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3112119445104930810?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3112119445104930810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3112119445104930810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3112119445104930810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3112119445104930810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-year.html' title='the leap year'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5918057725049710983</id><published>2008-02-28T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:01:35.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>hahaha. fancy posting in school on my birthday. but whatever X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just turned 13 years old. I looked in the mirror this morning and there`s nothing different about me. Still the same old 1.58m no double eyelid. oh, boohoo. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember last year i had to walk home from sch in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so far it`s been pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel SMSed me this morning to wish me a happy birthday, and Hazel &amp; Kyee tagged on my blog to wish me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a death note wallet from Matilda, a NKJV bible from my 3rd aunty, a teddy bear from my 2nd aunty and a cool blank black covered notebook from Rosie from Prints.&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m in IT now, and MRT says we can do whatever we want as long as we finished the last animation assignment we were meant to do for him. yay. so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaishnavi`s playing this really cool car game on y8.com and i`m like laughing at her because it`s so lame but seriously addictive. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i`m off to play some internet games now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5918057725049710983?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5918057725049710983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5918057725049710983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5918057725049710983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5918057725049710983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-school_28.html' title='in school'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2128868199894179877</id><published>2008-02-27T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:28:03.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'dying' and basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during art Mrs Adrian wanted us to do this tie &amp;amp; dye job. so before we started she was like "&lt;b&gt;GIRLS, ARE YOU READY TO DYE???&lt;/b&gt;" and it sounded like she wanted us to die and we all started cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;then for some girls who took so long to dye their cloth, and caused other people to wait for so long, the other people were like "&lt;b&gt;HURRY UP LAH I WANT TO DYE&lt;/b&gt;" sounds like they want to die (kill themselves) hahaha. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i fell asleep in CMECS and the teachers didn`t notice (there were like more than 3 of them). when i woke up, i saw Matilda`s head on her desk so i think she was equally tired and bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball in the morning. run around field 10 rounds. came in first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got running during PE and i came in first...Matilda, who was my partner, kind of came in last. and Miss Tay said that for the last 4 ppl who finish, their teams have to do 10 push ups. wahlao, so Matilda go and sabo me lor...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i`m used to all the push ups during basketball so when Vivien was watching me do the push ups she was like "&lt;b&gt;WAHH TEACHER SHE DAMN PRO WORR&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got 10/17 for my maths test. muahaha. i always only just pass, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school got basketball again.&lt;br /&gt;must run 10 rounds around bball court. other ppl only jogged 8 rounds and i was the only one who jogged 10 rounds -_-#&lt;br /&gt;lost our little match...winners get to drink water and losers jog 10 rounds of basketball court. so my team had to jog 10 rounds... whatever lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mother couldn`t fetch me from training so i had to take a bus back and walk all the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn`t be a better way to end the 12 years of my life, man.&lt;br /&gt;i`ll be sad when tomorrow comes. i won`t be 12 anymore. i`ll miss being 12. the year of my life that i`ve experienced much, felt much. i don`t think it`ll ever be the same again. but that`s the cruelty of time; it waits for no one, no one in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till 3 hours more,&lt;br /&gt;x/christie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2128868199894179877?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2128868199894179877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2128868199894179877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2128868199894179877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2128868199894179877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/dying-and-basketball.html' title='&apos;dying&apos; and basketball'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4886960509941892515</id><published>2008-02-25T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:06:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball</title><content type='html'>just came back from basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to admit that it has been one of the most tiring ones we`ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained before basketball. which means when the rain stops, we have to get those uber long &amp; cheapskate scrapers and push all the water off the court. believe me, it is no joke at all. your back hurts like &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; once you`re done. but it can be pretty fun sometimes haha. &lt;br /&gt;then when you push all the water off the court, you have to get newspaper to soak up the dampness. it was so disgusting, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you know what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we accidentally warmed up before jogging... it`s supposed to be the other way around. -_-# and we had to jog 10 rounds instead of 5. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would you like to know what happened just as we were running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT STARTED TO RAIN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so pissed off because we did all that work of sweeping the water off the court ALL FOR NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to get the madison balls and do 5 sets...&lt;br /&gt;then skipping was 200...&lt;br /&gt;then 100 with right leg and another 100 with left leg&lt;br /&gt;then 200 skipping like cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after we did that, the rain stopped so we had to go out and sweep the water off the court &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. BLADY STINKING HELL. and my uber long scraper`s handle kept coming off like 5 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we could only do shooting with one hoop because the seniors were using the other side.&lt;br /&gt;so, shooting for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the drain was like uber slippery so i fell down and landed on my fingers on the kerb. got a bleedin cut on my arm and scratch on my knee...and with really painful fingers. it affected my shooting but right now it`s not as bad. i didn`t tell the coach or anything even though some ppl said i should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what the coach said to us? she wanted all of us to score 30 baskets in a row. but for some reason we couldn`t make it because of some girls who couldn`t shoot properly, so it kinda went back to 0. then halfway through, she said those who miss 2 times in a row will make the entire class do push ups. i forgot how many we did. so many...&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards she thought she`d be nice and say whoever misses the basket will have to remain in a push-up position until the rest of the people still standing score 30 baskets. it HURTS LIKE HECK, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally at like 6+ she knew she couldn`t keep us any longer so she said whoever makes it into the basket can warm down and go home. WOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;and i scored it on the first round so i got to go home. WEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4886960509941892515?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4886960509941892515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4886960509941892515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4886960509941892515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4886960509941892515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/basketball.html' title='basketball'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1045650369992727735</id><published>2008-02-24T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:07:19.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting</title><content type='html'>today, in tuition (or rather, after tuition), it was like drama, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two boys in my class right...when they both got into the lift they started shoving each other and bashing each other in the face until the whole lift started shaking like crazy (i wasn`t in it, thankfully). the innocent other boy who happened to be in the same lift as them quickly backed out of the lift as soon as the door started closing. then the bigger guy pushed the smaller guy out which caused the lift door to open and he fell down. then the two boys started fully bashing each other up in the face, it was so scary. all of us were just standing there looking at them. they seemed to &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; hate each other for some reason. Charlene and me decided to take the stairs instead of the lift because the two boys got out of the lift that was going down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as soon as we reached the first floor, we saw this bag just fall right ahead of us onto the ground. i knew it was one of the guy`s tuition bags. one of them must have thrown it out of the 13th floor. oh my goodness. it was so LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these 3 aunties who happened to be on the first floor as well started popping questions out at the rest of us who were on the first floor. we told them the two guys were fighting...&lt;br /&gt;but i was kinda afraid of more bags raining down from the sky so i quickly headed for home. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i wonder why those two guys were fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard this on the radio...&lt;br /&gt;it`s a really old song. &lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fWx8G2Bvfv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fWx8G2Bvfv/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/6400683761629043912-1045650369992727735?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1045650369992727735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1045650369992727735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1045650369992727735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1045650369992727735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/fighting.html' title='fighting'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1124884050460434920</id><published>2008-02-23T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:43:51.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!</title><content type='html'>okay just wanted to wish one of my &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; bestest friends &lt;b&gt;DANIEL&lt;/b&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps, may God`s greatest blessings be upon you, my friend, and may you do well in everything you try!(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i met Daniel in church today.&lt;br /&gt;and i have &lt;i&gt;got&lt;/i&gt; to say it was the most transforming, spiritually amazing services i have ever attended in my entire &lt;u&gt;LIFE&lt;/u&gt; at Riverlife.&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know how to describe it, though... i don`t think words could measure up to how much it really meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;if you were at Riverlife today then you would most likely understand especially if you were &lt;u&gt;13 years old or younger&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps, i gave Daniel his pressie in church before the service started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the service ended at 8:07PM, i knew that we weren`t going to have cell because the girls in my cell would`ve already wanted to go home because they came to church straight from their camp. but i don`t blame them. &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt; would`ve wanted to go home too if i had camp. so i walked home full of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn`t mind to stay in church for the entire night, to be honest. i think that`s when church camp comes into the picture. i think it`d be more than &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be one of the specialest days in my life; i`ll always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1124884050460434920?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1124884050460434920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1124884050460434920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1124884050460434920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1124884050460434920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-daniel.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8950542793513825259</id><published>2008-02-23T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:14:34.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ what i found...</title><content type='html'>this morning i got up pretty late haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was just trying to remain in my bed for as long as possible because i knew today was Saturday and i`m not supposed to get up early because i`ve been getting up early ALL WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i eventually had to get out of my bed because of my 8 year old next-door neighbour singing like a strangled cat going: "&lt;b&gt;IIII AMM THE CHAMPIONNNN OF THE WORLDDD&lt;/b&gt;", and because my brother`s computer game was making so much noise in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect Saturday morning ruined. and my mother nagging like nobody`s business and trying to sound important and shyt... this is what you get when you have a mother as a principal. why did i have to end up with a mother like this, you tell me? one thing about having a mother as a principal is that they treat you like you`re one of their students at school. imagine your school principal &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt; with you. *shivers* it`s a nightmare, i tell you. probably the reason why i agreed to go to aussie in the first place. but now that i`m back in the place where i belong, she`s the only person i need to avoid at all costs, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;this morning i thought i`d be a guai kia and clean out my entire table, like throwing out all the useless rubbish from the drawers. one thing i love about this is that you find all these old things you didn`t know you had. so i found this little autograph book i had in P3 and i got all these people surrounding my desk during that time to write their details! :DDD i got their signatures too...&lt;br /&gt;and OMG &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt; ZQ gave me his block number &amp; his house number. ROFLLL. i bet he`ll have a fit if i told him that right now. coz no way he`s gonna give it to me now if i ask him...I`VE ALREADY GOT IT ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found the list of boyfriends Shi Min wrote when she was in P3 OMG it was so funny. i think i might as well write them down here since she never comes here anyway and because it was so long ago, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHI MIN`S P3 LIST OF BOYFRIENDS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Too, Kenneth Neo, ZQ, Jin An, Aaron, Emerson, Dion, Travis and someone`s name which i put a big ??? instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;roflmao&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh the good old days, man. when we were young and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 3:13PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at my old posts then i saw that Titanic 2 video. so when i went to watch it on Youtube, i found a related video to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT`S SO SAD. but the movie in this video was the modern day Romeo &amp; Juliet &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt; so it wasn`t really Rose`s granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZxmyaOyA8s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZxmyaOyA8s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355"&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/6400683761629043912-8950542793513825259?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8950542793513825259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8950542793513825259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8950542793513825259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8950542793513825259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-found.html' title='♥ what i found...'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2901263241781579305</id><published>2008-02-22T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:42:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing</title><content type='html'>you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really made me laugh so much just to look at the pictures we took of the camp. long time sine i laughed so much.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i`d say this, but i`m sure gonna miss the camp. even though it was just yesterday... but now it seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least i got the e-mails of our instructors, yeah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll miss trading lessons for outdoor activities...&lt;br /&gt;and on Monday we`ll have to go back to the land of textbooks and tests -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;and i`ll have to go back to basketball, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(speaking of tests, i talked to Miss Ning today and she told me i was the only one out of our entire class that actually passed the first english test O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-speechless-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2901263241781579305?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2901263241781579305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2901263241781579305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2901263241781579305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2901263241781579305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/laughing.html' title='laughing'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5356154307982824716</id><published>2008-02-22T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:01:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 &amp; 3 of camp</title><content type='html'>i guess i`ll have to spend all afternoon simply blogging about this T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to school on time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to assemble in the hall and when i was sitting down, it was only then that i realised i forgot to bring (and wear) my PE shorts. =.=" but it was okay because we eventually didn`t have to change into them at all. MUAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid Mr Ng went to collect all our handphones and wallets and guess what he said? "&lt;b&gt;we don`t enjoy collecting your handphones and wallets&lt;/b&gt;" YEAH RIGHT. IF YOU DON`T ENJOY IT THEN WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING IT? he goes: "&lt;b&gt;this is for your own protection&lt;/b&gt;" BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. can laugh until we drop dead, you know. protection my foot, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. our instructors were called Doreen, Joshua &amp; John (and Bernice and her clique were like sexually harassing John because he`s the youngest instructor who looks like he`s 15 years old but he`s really 19, and they wouldn`t stop screaming his name, going "&lt;b&gt;JON-JON!!!!&lt;/b&gt;" and crowding around him, man. boy, they`ve either got srsly bad taste or they`re too despo alrd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the Botanical Gardens and i have to admit that it was even worse than going to Sentosa because srsly all we did was walk and walk and walk around in the heat listening to Bernice`s clique screaming "&lt;b&gt;JON-JON&lt;/b&gt;!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;i was like uber relieved when we finally got onto the buses, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back to school our class got to use the 3rd floor bathrooms to shower and we were allowed to use the male toilets (they`re freaking small, alright. and they only had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;one toiletbowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;one mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;one sink, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of those male toilet thingys that are like attached to the wall.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like 10 of us were just piled in there banging on the shower door whenever someone exceeded the time limit for showering which was 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i had my shower i was like YIPEEEEE I`M &lt;b&gt;CLEAN&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to assemble in the stupid hall again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got to eat our dinner (which was an improvement: fried rice), Celeste was just shrieking in delight going: "&lt;b&gt;YAYYYYYYYYY FRIED RICE YAYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/b&gt;". o.o" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to assemble in the hall again...&lt;br /&gt;our class was on duty so some of us had to clean the canteen tables and some of us had to carry the benches outside for the campfire (me and Nima were like the 'strong' people because we play so much basketball. hahaha. we actually saw like 4 girls carrying one bench &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;). then we had to go back to the hall again, like wth, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went downstairs for the campfire thing. it was massive, man. and i was sitting in the front row so i had like the full impact of the heat. __-__&lt;br /&gt;lots of songs that were like a million miles from being cool, lots of action girls dancing like they work in a pub or smth, and lots of smoke and sparks.&lt;br /&gt;man, i feel sorry for the people living in the HDB flats. the campfire didn`t end until around 10smth so...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back upstairs to change afterwards...then we had to bring all our stuff down to the hall...unrolled our sleeping bags...lights out at 11:30PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HRBkTfyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/44NqP-mhZE8/s1600-h/Carissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HRBkTfyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/44NqP-mhZE8/s200/Carissa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169788517560319778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carissa didn`t want a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HSBkTfzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YNE2RnOWirw/s1600-h/Fung+Ling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HSBkTfzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YNE2RnOWirw/s200/Fung+Ling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169788534740188978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and neither did Fung Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HSxkTf0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-BkNlVbZ7IQ/s1600-h/Sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HSxkTf0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-BkNlVbZ7IQ/s200/Sally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169788547625090882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Sally was all out for it, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn`t bring a pillow or anything so i had to use my bag as a pillow which wasn`t very comfortable so i pretty much slept on my arms the whole night. woke up at like 3:34AM because the fans were making so much noise. woke up at 5:26AM because people were already starting to wake up. and to my dismay, i realised Mr Ng said we were only supposed to wake up at 7AM. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructors told us to jog one round of the field *CHICKEN FEET LAHH* and i came in first, anyway. then we got to eat our breakfast (bee hoon) and then go back upstairs to the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. did some stuff in the hall then they announced the winners (our class wasn`t even in the top 3 hahahaha) and sang a goodbye song. a lot of girls were crying for some reason and i was just like: "&lt;i&gt;why are you even crying? it`s only the second month of the year for crying out loud&lt;/i&gt;" and yeah. got our instructors` emails and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were dismissed! YAYY! Nikki and me took the bus back together and bought smth to drink from Tea Valley from DTE. yeps. walked back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished eating my lunch (i`ve never been more grateful to be in my own home) and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-#&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised i have to go for tuition later. DAMN IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahpiang, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till i experience the true meaning of relaxation,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/K4-CH7m5I2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/K4-CH7m5I2/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/6400683761629043912-5356154307982824716?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5356154307982824716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5356154307982824716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5356154307982824716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5356154307982824716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-2-3-of-camp.html' title='Day 2 &amp; 3 of camp'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R77HRBkTfyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/44NqP-mhZE8/s72-c/Carissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5039680955722806516</id><published>2008-02-20T18:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:46:41.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of camp</title><content type='html'>oh.&lt;br /&gt;my.&lt;br /&gt;g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start the complaining spree, i`ll just write down what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to school 2 hours early and found some other Sec 1s who accidentally came early too and started to play Cheat with them with the demented cards i brought along in case of boredom (knowing camps, there`s meant to be a boring bit in every one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the hall to listen to some overly dramatic instructors...&lt;br /&gt;pretty much wasted our time there. ZzZZzZzZzZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go to the canteen to eat our lunch. all the stalls were closed.&lt;br /&gt;instead, we had those styrofoam boxes where our lunch supposedly was. when we were finally given permission (yes, &lt;u&gt;given permission&lt;/u&gt;) to open our boxes, all of us were just staring blankly into the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONTENTS OF TODAY`S LUNCH&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;green rice, two tiny pieces of what Li Luan told me should have been fish cake but tasted more like yam with curry instead, ikan bilis, beans.&lt;br /&gt;-_-#&lt;br /&gt;if they at least want to give us food, AT LEAST MAKE IT BETTER THAN THE CANTEEN FOOD, DAMN IT!!! i`d rather eat the canteen food instead.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that our table was the only table with a meal like that. other tables had things like beehoon and egg in their rice. -__-#&lt;br /&gt;i also noticed that none of us seemed to want to finish our food. as long as we finished more than half of the rice, we just threw it all away. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last class to get to the buses because our form teacher was the only one with the classroom key and all of us were like waiting outside the classroom screaming (Sally was looking none too pleased) for our teacher and by the time she got there, all the classes had gone so we had to like run all the way down from the 4th floor. one good thing about being on the 4th floor. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. bus ride to Sentosa was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R7wxQ_D74II/AAAAAAAAACA/VbsjeODl2n4/s1600-h/20022008245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169060640190095490" CURSOR: hand alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R7wxQ_D74II/AAAAAAAAACA/VbsjeODl2n4/s320/20022008245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to Sentosa, we had to dump all our things on the sand and go to our different stations. the sand was so bloody spiky, rough and HOT HOT HOT!!! most of us got blisters on our feet by the time we finished... it`s like spending 3 whole hours on burning, broken shards of glass, man. AND WE WEREN`T EVEN ALLOWED TO GO NEAR THE SHORE, let alone go into the &lt;i&gt;sea&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finished, we were all thirsty and looking around the shops. Mr Ng chased some girls out of 7/11 and told us sharply that we weren`t allowed to go and buy &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; from 7/11. so, some of us went to the food court. he chased us out of there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHPIANG, EH!!! GO TO SENTOSA FOR WHAT IF WE CAN`T EVEN GO INTO THE SEA OR BUY ANYTHING??? WASTE MY $$ WASTE MY TIME, SIA!&lt;br /&gt;might as well go back to studying in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus ride back to school was boring, yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R7wxR_D74MI/AAAAAAAAACg/f_CtL6z25co/s1600-h/20022008256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169060657369964738" CURSOR: hand alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R7wxR_D74MI/AAAAAAAAACg/f_CtL6z25co/s320/20022008256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to assemble in the hall for no reason at all before they dismissed us from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie and me fully sprinted to the canteen (all the shops were closed) and to our greatest and utmost dismay, all the drinks in the vending machine were sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother didn`t pick up her handphone, which meant i had to take a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea &amp;amp; Nikki went back with me since we live quite near to one another. we bought smth in DTE at the MrBean shop to eat while we walked back home. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i`m on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we have to stay overnight in SCHOOL, so yeah. i won`t be posting tomorrow unless we`re lucky enough to break into the computer labs at night (wahahaha fat hope). i hope tomorrow will be more worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R75zTvD74PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V8w9dzhiM7w/s1600-h/20022008248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169696394134151426" CURSOR: hand alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R75zevD74QI/AAAAAAAAADA/js5I9caNSG4/s320/20022008248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R750X_D74RI/AAAAAAAAADI/z-k-E5Ja91U/s320/20022008253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Im4OdniNALI/R750X_D74RI/AAAAAAAAADI/z-k-E5Ja91U/s320/20022008253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till the end of camp,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5039680955722806516?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5039680955722806516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5039680955722806516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5039680955722806516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it`s just a matter of patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my chinese tuition teacher managed to help me in my chinese homework so there`s nth really to worry about that area now. i`m so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese tuition i went straight to Megalife because Elizabeth wanted to meet me at like 3:30PM. so i met her there then we just chatted awhile.&lt;br /&gt;the service was really cool as usual :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service we had cell...&lt;br /&gt;and in our cell we were talking about who we were going to invite to the Easter Service on the 22nd of March. and Elizabeth said something that i think really meant a lot...&lt;br /&gt;she`s going to try and get her whole soccer team to come, man.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn`t matter how many people you invite, man. just ask everyone whose name comes into your mind when you think of who to invite. even if you think they`re someone who might reject it or say no. because God is just waiting for them to come back to Him...and maybe they don`t want to come &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;, but they`ll come back to Him one day in the future. so just ask them. when you try, there`s always a chance; there`s always hope.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth said "&lt;b&gt;if not now, then when? if not you, then who?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it really meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;and Aaron sent me this video which i thought brightened up both of our moods. well, because he told me that by listening to this song he got happy already. but i only got happy because the guy in the white shirt was so hot &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzwnwkOI6V4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzwnwkOI6V4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till the Easter service in Megalife,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-861929641411187604?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/861929641411187604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=861929641411187604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/861929641411187604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/861929641411187604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-be-content.html' title='i&apos;ll be content;'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5043522642734973996</id><published>2008-02-16T09:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:21:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repeating the roboticness</title><content type='html'>i know i might have said this in the past, but i can`t help but feel that i`m &lt;s&gt;wasting;&lt;/s&gt; wishing my life away.&lt;br /&gt;it`s something hard to explain, but i`ll have to try, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;i didn`t care about how long it took; i just wanted to get it done and over with as long as i survived in the end. but...what can i do now, when it`s all over? i told myself i wanted to start living better now, so that i don`t regret it later on. but it seems that i just keep regretting. tell me, is there a way you can live that you don`t regret it later on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays in school, i`m just constantly being pressurised with homework, man.&lt;br /&gt;i threw away that life, and it was my choice but i know i`ll be able to redeem it one day...&lt;br /&gt;but that day is still far away.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that when you have something, you wish for something else. and when you already have that something else, you wish for the first thing you had. &lt;br /&gt;is life meant to be all about wishing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time on Valentine`s Day, our teacher made us write on a piece of pink heart shaped paper what we wish for and stick it at the back of the class, on the giant pinboard.&lt;br /&gt;i read everyone else`s before sticking mine up.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like the only one in the entire class who didn`t wish for good grades besides Bernice who wished that 'she could enter JC so that she could find a BF'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;u&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mEuZDJ86_U/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mEuZDJ86_U/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;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;yeah I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say that it's gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;It always turns out to be a different way,&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's a different day,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been up to you,&lt;br /&gt;It's turning around,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a little time,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's a different day,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;its a different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, and I know I'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, I'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah, maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... it may change&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... it may change&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... it may change&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... it may change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;###&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I'll Never Say&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;u&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/29acXDXKjm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/29acXDXKjm/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'm tugging at my hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm pulling at my clothes&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;I know it shows&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my feet&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks are turning red&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for the words inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling nervous&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth this &lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I want to blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't do me any good&lt;br /&gt;It's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;What use is it to you, what's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't comin' out (If it ain't comin' out)&lt;br /&gt;We're not goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I just tell you that I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feeling nervous&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I want to blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;(Uh) With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong, with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;These words keep slippin' away&lt;br /&gt;I stutter, I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Like I've got nothin' to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feeling nervous&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I want to blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today!&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;These things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till there`s a brighter day somewhere;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5043522642734973996?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-554250071695758889</id><published>2008-02-15T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:31:15.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this day sucks</title><content type='html'>okay, well i can`t expect good days all the time, right?&lt;br /&gt;but i never thought it could get as bad as this. my goodness. it all just ruined my Friday. i so fully wanted to have a &lt;u&gt;break&lt;/u&gt;, you know. but i can`t expect it in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start off this lousy day, i realised on the way to assembly that i lost my school badge somewhere. damn those lousy cheapskate badges. they fall off so damn easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first lesson was History. we waited like 15 whole minutes for Mr Lee to come. and we weren`t even 15 minutes through when the principal made an announcement over the PA system and told us all to 'evacuate' out onto the field because it was an emergency drill. BLOODY HELL, LAH!!! WHERE GOT TIME TO DO THIS KINDS OF CRAP?!?! IT`S A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since we all had to line up according to our index number i was right at the back...&lt;br /&gt;and Vaishnavi (i don`t really know how to spell her name, but we call her Vovo instead) and me were just trying to kill time. we had to sit there for like half an hour okay. and the teachers weren`t doing like anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;so me and Vovo played scissors paper stone then pepsi cola and then we started wishing...&lt;br /&gt;i was like wishing for this whole emergency drill to end, i wish that i had food, i wish i had my handphone here, i wish we could go back to class, i wish i could go home, i wish a car would crash through into the school, i wish i had my iPod here.&lt;br /&gt;vovo was like wishing she had a PS2, that she could go to the computer lab to use the computer, that a snake would appear out of the grass and frighten the teachers away, that more snakes would accompany the previous snake, and that this whole emergency drill was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSH.&lt;br /&gt;and after that drill, GUESS WHERE WE HAD TO GO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE HALL. FOR &lt;u&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/u&gt; ASSEMBLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE DOWNRIGHT FED-UP with the whole thing. i was like practically falling asleep in assembly, man. i am not kidding. it was so boring that i don`t even remember what we went there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we got a lot more english homework and a whole pile of chinese homework. not to mention we have an english test and a maths test on Monday, so we got to study up. oh my goodness. it sucks. i feel sorry for Rosie. she hasn`t been to school for like more than 3 weeks. may God help her in her tests if she ever were to come back to school on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition to this sucky day, i could only stay for basketball until 3 something because my MOTHER agreed to let me go for chinese tuition TODAY. WHY ON EARTH DID SHE DO THAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway Dunman Sec came to VS my school`s basketball team and i didn`t even get to stay to watch them finish. but they were on a tie when i left so i didn`t know who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was late for tuition because i had to change buses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just really grateful that i managed to survive till the end of today. i sincerely hope that i`ll still be able to say i`m alive by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose this life...&lt;br /&gt;i think i knew what i was doing at that point in time...&lt;br /&gt;but it`s too late to turn back now. all i can hope to do is just survive until the next decision i make changes my life for the better.&lt;br /&gt;why does time have to be so cruel? i think i`m going to make a blog to write my poems down, since you guys know my posts in this blog are damn long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till my life stops seeming so screwed,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-554250071695758889?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/554250071695758889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=554250071695758889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/554250071695758889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/554250071695758889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-day-sucks.html' title='this day sucks'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-648274883492581793</id><published>2008-02-14T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:36:57.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="pink"&gt;this is the only post you`ll see me writing fully in pink, because it`s Valentine`s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; Valentine`s Day all alone. instead of receiving roses &amp; pink heart-shaped balloons, i`m sitting here trying to figure out how to do my art &amp; english homework that is BOTH DUE TOMORROW. &lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, being in a girls school, i thought i wouldn`t see any girls carrying roses around from their BFs. no way, man. where did all those roses come from anyway? oh. these seniors were carrying a basket FULL of roses and giving them to random people. no, me and my friends didn`t get one. ahhh whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i`m going to finish my homework now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of Valentine`s Day blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 5:34PM]&lt;br /&gt;that GUY who SMSed me at 12:20AM in the morning had to CALL me on my hp when he could talk to me on MSN instead. *shakes head* boys these days...&lt;br /&gt;and another guy asked me to draw a picture for him for art, and after i sent him the picture, he told me he needed 5 more. __-__&lt;br /&gt;the guy who i thought trusted me let me down. i don`t think he knows.&lt;br /&gt;the guy who i thought i trusted let me down, too. i don`t think he knows either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: say no to males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Love/Million-Little-Things.gif"  alt ="Cute Quotes"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/vf/graphics/Happy-Valentines-Hearts.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-648274883492581793?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/648274883492581793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=648274883492581793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/648274883492581793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/648274883492581793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7059570767375462008</id><published>2008-02-13T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:42:58.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>yeah. the title of this post is pretty much self-explanatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m in school. and it`s freaking cold in this computer lab. wanna know why? i`m sitting directly under the air con right now. IT`S SO COLD OKAY!!! MY FINGERS ARE LIKE FREEZING. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just had to like look for information on littering. i`ve already finished my worksheet so i`m blogging now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this morning before school started, for basketball, our seniors told us to jog 5 rounds around the school field &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. i came first :DDD&lt;br /&gt;but some people ran only 4 rounds though because they were tired out.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;after school i have basketball again...until like around 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my g.&lt;br /&gt;Matilda is looking at the screen now. &lt;br /&gt;she asked me if i have bball today. &lt;br /&gt;and when she read this, she said "&lt;b&gt;WAHLAO EHH&lt;/b&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;diao&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ong is going through the worksheet with the class but like no one`s listening. boohoo. HAHA she just asked Matilda the first question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my mama my fingers are so COLD!!@!@!@@!@@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m going to stop blogging now. my fingers are too cold to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours until i get out of this classroom,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7059570767375462008?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7059570767375462008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7059570767375462008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7059570767375462008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7059570767375462008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-school.html' title='in school'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1049578355208838976</id><published>2008-02-12T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:28:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my wallet.</title><content type='html'>okay. i`m just gonna tell you a little bit about what happened on SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Riverlife and sat with Joy and her mother. the message was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;at 12-ish, i went to BPMC because i thought i`d be able to hang out with the rest since that day was the day i wouldn`t have chinese tuition on a Sunday. anyway David called me and told me service ended at 12. but i knew it didn`t. it ends at 12:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;but since he was bugging me so much i was like FINE, I`LL GO NOW. &lt;br /&gt;and when i got there, i wish so much i hadn`t gone. because it was all for nothing. so now i pretty much know that most boys are like total letdowns because you think you know them but in the end, you realise it was all for nothing. MOST boys, i`m not saying all boys are like that.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i saw Kenneth in LP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Vic and me finished our lunch we thought it would be nice to go to the arcade. but everyone like ditched us. they all had to go. so Vic and me decided to go to the one at DTE since we`d never been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my wallet there. i don`t know how.&lt;br /&gt;so the aunty at the counter asked me to write my name and my HP no. down on a piece of paper and write down what i lost, just in case they find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was pretty depressed when i walked home. Vic was like trying to console me and all that which i thought was the sweetest thing a second cousin could ever do, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Aaron SMSed me saying he wanted to play Audition with me but at that point my mother said we were going to a relative`s house.&lt;br /&gt;so i was doubly depressed at that point because i didn`t want to go because i was feeling bad enough and because i`d rather play Audition with Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had to go or else my mother would start screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was at my relative`s house feeling like really bored coz all the adults were talking to each other, not paying any attention to me, i got a call from the aunty at the arcade O_O&lt;br /&gt;she went: "&lt;b&gt;ni shi...christie oh, dui ma? ni de wallet zhao dao le.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE LITERALLY GOING OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. THANKYOUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;so i told my parents they found my wallet and that i wanted to go to DTE to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;but they only left like 45 minutes right after i told them that.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i got my wallet back so i`m like super happy, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1049578355208838976?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1049578355208838976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1049578355208838976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Jonathan Oh`s grandparents` flat is actually THE NEXT BLOCK AWAY FROM MY COUSIN`S HOUSE. so i was like, HEY this place looks familiar. because we were only there yesterday hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin`s house is right next to that longkang next to VJC. so we got like a really great view from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXzKottCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AmJ4_mbJ6HY/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164529040483005474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXzKottCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AmJ4_mbJ6HY/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from my cousin`s house (on the 24th floor). you can actually see East Coast park there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXzaottDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/d1jPnobNgQw/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164529044777972786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXzaottDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/d1jPnobNgQw/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty cool there. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live in Marine Parade someday. it`s so cool there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till i live in Marine Parade,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7785452076596975391?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7785452076596975391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7785452076596975391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year(:</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;it`s Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the grave first thing this morning...it was all the way in the west of Singapore and i don`t even know where it is, but i was actually quite thankful that it wasn`t raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to visit my father`s aunties and uncles. and i actually met my second cousins that i never really knew of...but they actually share the same surname as me haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is like my second cousin but i know about her because she lives so near to me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;a second cousin i met today was called Alfred Oh who was this sec 3 guy who was like super addicted to this computer game when we were at his house. but he didn`t really talk much. &lt;br /&gt;then my next second cousin was this sec 2 guy called Jonathan Oh and my mother told me later on that he actually attends Riverlife sometimes with his father and he sits with him in the main service. cool. he doesn`t attend Megalife, though. well, i think it`s because they stay all the way in Marine Parade. yeah then my mother goes: "&lt;b&gt;HE HAS A FRIENDSTER, YOU KNOW&lt;/b&gt;" right in front of us and i was like "&lt;i&gt;please don`t start embarassing yourself&lt;/i&gt;" but of course i didn`t say that out loud...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was checking my friendster just now because i was bored and i decided to see if he really had one and i actually found it O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXy6ottBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H2Z78X8iOYU/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164529036188038162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXy6ottBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H2Z78X8iOYU/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken in one of the houses i went to. these are REAL flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps! it was a pretty long day but i guess it was quite fun as well...&lt;br /&gt;travelling all around the island in this mini van. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m going to sleep now~&lt;br /&gt;toodles;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5544748469646246414?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5544748469646246414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5544748469646246414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5544748469646246414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5544748469646246414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year(:'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R6wXy6ottBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H2Z78X8iOYU/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7460312977168079782</id><published>2008-02-06T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:30:37.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything...</title><content type='html'>today, when school was meant to end at 10:30AM, we got dismissed at 11:12PM. and no, it wasn`t because we were being too noisy, or anything. it`s because the teachers themselves totally wasted our time with totally irrelevant things to that CNY celebration. dude, what kind of school that was founded from Italy CELEBRATES CHINESE NEW YEAR, may i ask? that`s like just totally twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we missed two double decker buses due to the &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; girls pushing their way to the front of the bus. i looked at both bus drivers and there was no mistaking the oh-dear-not-SAC-girls-again-on-my-bus look on their faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, Fatin and me shared a taxi with her two friends and my senior Angelica. one of Fatin`s friends ended up calling the taxi number because we spent like half an hour trying to flag down taxis but they were all either HIRED or BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never, EVER try to catch a taxi when it`s a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we got to PRPS at like 11:30+&lt;br /&gt;and i met some old friends...&lt;br /&gt;i saw Jia Hui and she was like OMG OMG OMG CHRISTIEEE.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. we bought cup noodles from the minimart and talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE I SAW IN ORDER OF WHEN I SAW THEM:&lt;br /&gt;Glendon Gwee&lt;br /&gt;Darren Wang&lt;br /&gt;Chan Yu Min&lt;br /&gt;Muaz&lt;br /&gt;Amirul&lt;br /&gt;Zulfiqar&lt;br /&gt;Liyana &lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Beverly&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Marissa&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;then Jia Hui and me went to LP because we felt that we were desperate for air-con when the wind didn`t blow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we bought medium fries from McDonalds while talking somemore and looking at the big big TV inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw Janene with her brother and her mother in LP eating their lunch...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so after Jia Hui and me walked and talked somemore, we decided that we should be heading home. it was quite nice to see her again...and we were like talking about stuff we did in P1 and how long ago it was and how we wished so much for it to come back again...&lt;br /&gt;but what can we do? nothing. exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what`s the point of wishing, nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours until i finish my homework and when wishes start to come true,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 10:27PM]&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from my relative`s house.&lt;br /&gt;it`s always so boring there.&lt;br /&gt;because i`ve got a 35+ year old cousin who teaches at Temasek Secondary...&lt;br /&gt;and a 30+ year old cousin who`s got a GF,&lt;br /&gt;and a 27+ year old cousin who`s also got a GF&lt;br /&gt;and two girl cousins who have finished their secondary life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make matters worse, i`m the youngest in both sides of the family so no one ever talks to me there.&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like super bored...flipping my handphone around and around...looking at pictures i took...&lt;br /&gt;today was like the most boring day apart from meeting Jia Hui and the rest, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is such a comfort, man. he knows exactly what to say sometimes. in other words...he`s just a good friend(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7460312977168079782?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7460312977168079782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7460312977168079782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7460312977168079782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7460312977168079782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/everything.html' title='everything...'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4709036856667759192</id><published>2008-02-05T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:01:31.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genuinely crazy teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had basketball training...&lt;br /&gt;it`s the only training for this week seeing that we have the chinese new year holiday for the rest of the week and all.&lt;br /&gt;and it was pretty good because i think i`m improving in my layups. MUAHAHAHA. then all these sec3s or sec4s who quit basketball decided to play today and there were like all these bungs playing with us and the seniors and some other sec1s were making jokes abt them and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;but i thought it was more worthwhile to concentrate on training instead of making fun of a few girls with boyish haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to WS to buy some stuff with my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was super boring. i think i might only scrape by with a C or (i hope not) even a D. i have no idea what that teacher is talking about. we haven`t had any homework from her so far. and she can`t speak english for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh and by the way...I GOT MY NAME TAG TODAY! muahaha. hmmm. it`s written the same way as it was in PRPS: Christie Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have SO MUCH homework, i`m going to go crazy. the homework listings below is for the benefit of those girls in my class who call/SMS me just to ask me what homework we`ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MATHS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: pg 42 &amp;amp; 43 of textbook, pg 44`s questions: 1b, 1d, 1e, 1f, 1g, 1h, 2, ALL ON FULL SCRAP PAPER. check your answers at the back...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ART&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: stupid research on LOGOS and COLOUR and your animation powerpoint...submit through the EduLearn thingy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Chapter 2 of the Theory workbook. i`m not kidding. the ENTIRE chapter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GEOGRAPHY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Ex 4.2 on pg 17, pg 19: draw a map of a room in your house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HISTORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: read Chapter 3 of textbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CMECS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: CD DECORATION: write your intended action on the front, decoration should have at least 3 colours (excluding black). use of stickers is welcome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHINESE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: bring an orange to class if you haven`t already. (seriously, why do we even have to? and who`s going to eat them anyway?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. these teachers have got to be on drugs, man. who do they think they are, piling so much homework on us, anyway? who do they think WE are? the spawn of Superman or what? someone has to hammer into their heads that we are INNOCENT LITTLE KIDS TRYING TO GET THROUH EACH AND EVERY DAY AS QUICKLY AND WITH AS LITTLE HOMEWORK AS POSSIBLE. SHEESH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours until i finish all this homework,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4709036856667759192?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4709036856667759192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4709036856667759192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4709036856667759192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4709036856667759192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-thing.html' title='genuinely crazy teachers'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5764924927150451588</id><published>2008-02-02T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:34:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY!</title><content type='html'>okay, today is a really special day.&lt;br /&gt;but i can`t say right now beause it`s only 10:28PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the Loyang Placers remember our dear &lt;b&gt;JOY&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 12TH BIRTHDAY, JOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you`re finally a dozen years old(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she`s all grown up. *sobs* and i still remember the times we used to hop around on the road barefoot. and draw on the road with coloured chalk. and i still remember how you looked when you were five or six years old T.T&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. your face doesn`t really looked like it`s changed. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;but you`re adorable, all the same(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m going to go over to your house right after i get home from tuition, okay? to wish you a really happy birthday:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the pictures you took of the Loyang Place sun ^^&lt;br /&gt;i love your blog song, too, for some reason. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. oh yeah, i remember, now. i heard it on the radio last night. MUAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;98.7FM!&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. have a lovely day today, Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till Joy turns 13 next year,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made on Sunday, 3rd February, 2008 at 7:25PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is finally the time i can post in peace, without Aaron bugging me to play Audition with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Joy today again :DDD&lt;br /&gt;in church. haha.&lt;br /&gt;she totally didn`t expect to see me there and i was all: "&lt;b&gt;AND YOU`RE NOT EVEN HAPPY TO SEE ME.&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and i got three choccies there!&lt;br /&gt;chocolate number one was from one of the twins who was Joy`s friend, but she didn`t want it, so i had it.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate number two was a plain milk chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate number three was a milk chocolate bar with rice crackles in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...one of the twins dropped her chocolate by accident on the floor and at the same time, i was talking to one aunty. when i finished talking to her, i sort of moved my foot. and at that very moment, that twin was like "&lt;b&gt;DON`T STEP THERE&lt;/b&gt;" RIGHT as i put my foot down. and when i removed my foot, LO AND BEHOLD! I SQUASHED HER DROPPED CHOCOLATE. it looked like a mini pancake gone wrong. and all these bits of chocolate were sticking to my sneakers and i was like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to spend like five minutes trying to get the chocolate off on the grass while the twin was trying to wipe the chocolate off the ground with a piece of paper. and she was going "&lt;b&gt;EEEEEEW THIS IS SO GROSS&lt;/b&gt;" -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5764924927150451588?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5764924927150451588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5764924927150451588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5764924927150451588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5764924927150451588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-joy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY!'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-6286236115160314819</id><published>2008-02-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:48:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball training number three</title><content type='html'>my goodness. it`s February, already. and i can no longer say that i was in Australia last month. i was in Australia &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; months ago (: &lt;br /&gt;but it all seems like a dream to me, now. it`s as if it was never real; that it never happened. &lt;br /&gt;i`m thinking about Australia now because only the other day i found my class photos from there. and i was just sitting there in my room in front of the fan just looking at those faces i used to see almost every day of the week. you have no idea how depressing that can get. which is why i`m going to buy a bar of chocolate tomorrow to treat myself. muahaha. chocolate makes you happy AND it`s scientifically proven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever. today after school it rained like nobody`s business, man. and it rained so hard that i couldn`t even see the buildings across the road from the inside of the canteen, man. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;and so Angelica, my senior (who`s in Sec2) told me that when it rains during days when you have bball, be prepared for a major bone-breaking training.&lt;br /&gt;because you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we train in the CANTEEN. ON THE FLOOR. you have no idea how gross it is. but once you`re down on the floor sweating like heck, and when your arms and legs and stomach muscles are being strained to their limit, you don`t even think about hygiene at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we started off with those massive pink balls that my brother afterwards told me were called Madison balls. and afterwards, my coach told me that they were 3kg. no WONDER they were so heavy. but since we`ve experienced them before, they weren`t so bad after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s only when you do &lt;b&gt;100 CHEST PASSES&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;100 HIGH SHOTS&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;100 sit ups&lt;/b&gt; with them in your hands, &lt;b&gt;100 passes to your partner with your arms kept straight&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;another 100 sideway passes to your partner&lt;/b&gt; with them that you really understand the meaning of 'a heavy Madison ball'. and afterwards when we used the regular basketballs, they were NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can`t explain to you everything we did. we did so much. we did 500 jumps with a skipping rope which honestly hurts your stomach and chest. &lt;br /&gt;we did 20 push ups at the end of the lesson, which was no joke. everyone was on the canteen floor with sweaty hands and all of us couldn`t even muster up enough strength to push ourselves back up because we have to go ALL THE WAY DOWN when we do a push up. and no, it`s not a girl push up where you get on your knees. it`s a BOY`S push up WITHOUT GETTING ON YOUR KNEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach advises us to eat more bananas because they help heal you faster. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. and she advises us to do more push ups and train more handling of the basketball. i left my basketball in Australia, damn it!!! i guess i`ll have to borrow one of Kenneth`s. who knows how many HE`S got???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the double decker and single decker bus 17. i know because i saw the top of them while i was still in school. so i had to wait for another 10 minutes before the next one came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw Daniel on it when we reached PRCS. i didn`t even know he was on the same bus as me because i was all the way at the front and he was all the way at the back. and when i saw him, i was like: "&lt;b&gt;DANIEL!&lt;/b&gt;" *waves* &lt;br /&gt;and all he did was smile a little and wave a little. sheesh, Daniel, don`t say hi or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it was drizzling when i walked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till i decide whether to play basketball for life,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-6286236115160314819?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/6286236115160314819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=6286236115160314819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6286236115160314819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6286236115160314819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/02/basketball-training-number-three.html' title='basketball training number three'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5393401967239974838</id><published>2008-01-30T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:47:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball training number two</title><content type='html'>today went pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;i decided not to bring my handphone to school because of what happened yesterday ;))&lt;br /&gt;and to use the public phone is only like 10 cents so it`s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i saw Cassandra Goh on the bus 17 on the way to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to school some sec 1s were telling me that the basketball morning training was over. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. but it wasn`t compulsory to go...you could just go if you wanted. OH, OKAY SO IT STARTS AT 7:15AM. no more taking the bus, now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the basketball training today was actually pretty good. and i didn`t look at my watch so often anymore. we were like so thirsty all the way, man. it`s actually kind of a good thing to be in basketball because then you appreciate water more than you used to. and when we were probably halfway through our training, the coach got out these MASSIVE pink balls that were SO BLOODY HEAVY. then Angelica, my senior, said they actually help you. even though we used them for like probably 15 minutes, when the coach told us to switch back to the regular basketball, it was SO FREAKING LIGHT!!! and it actually helps us to throw further AND faster. which was actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the OUT OF ORDER water cooler actually works. someone should take that sign off. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;that`s pretty much all for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeyas!^^&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5393401967239974838?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5393401967239974838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5393401967239974838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5393401967239974838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5393401967239974838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/basketball-training-number-two.html' title='basketball training number two'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-203471711943977395</id><published>2008-01-29T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:26:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HENG AH</title><content type='html'>today during live arts, Miss Chia confiscated the handphones of everyone who had them in their pockets. HENG AH my handphone was in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we came back from CMECS, Amira`s handphone was stolen and all those who closed their bags before they left the class found their bags open. and the books under some people`s desks were messed up...Prashanti`s and Alycia`s desks were rearranged for duno what reason...&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then the DM and the principal had to come to our class.&lt;br /&gt;some seniors lost some of their stuff so they went to do that stupid spot check on us. empty out bag, empty out pocket, empty out everything lah. wahlao, eh. they think what? spring cleaning ah? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;heng ah, i didn`t lose anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school Matilda and me went to the bedok food court to look for a place to eat...but most of the shops were closed and the whole place smelled like a wet market. well, actually it was right beside one, so yeah. that probably explained why.&lt;br /&gt;then i bought a small milo ice cream. then i bought a kit kat to share with Matilda because she was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;yar. then it started to drizzle so we took the bus back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the bus i saw Zheng Jie from my p3 class and when i asked him whether he remembered me, he said no. but i talked to him anyway until he had to get off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH DAMN HOMEWORK, O M G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;geography mindmap to redo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese letter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid art. animation powerpoint and funny logo and research abt colour, packaging, logos, snacks and the country you are selling the snacks to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID this is a waste of my time, AND my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours until we never have to do homework EVER AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-203471711943977395?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/203471711943977395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=203471711943977395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/203471711943977395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/203471711943977395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/heng-ah.html' title='HENG AH'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-6688822941991923425</id><published>2008-01-28T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:04:30.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball training number one</title><content type='html'>today was pretty much a day that i tried to see the good out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dance, i went to the wrong classroom. well done, christie. because since our class is split up into two groups, i didn`t know that we change classrooms so often. so what i did was, i went to the advanced classroom by accident. and i didn`t realise it because i was talking to Matilda, and i thought she was in the same class as me! so, like the &lt;i&gt;bakaru&lt;/i&gt; i am, i stayed there until the dance teacher came, and when i figured she wasn`t my dance teacher, i was like OOPSIES, TIME TO GO DOWN TO THE DRAMA ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing was that my dance teacher didn`t actually notice me going into the classroom. well she sort of did see me, lah, but she didn`t say anything hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;suay, right? then Rosie became the dance captain of our class. the teacher anyhow picked a person`s name, hahaha. and Rosie was like OH MY GOSHHHH NUUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then for geog, my teacher gave me 2/4 for my mindmap. GOSH, i filled up the BLOODY ENTIRE A4 PAGE, DAMMIT! and she goes, "&lt;b&gt;i need to see more detail, k?&lt;/b&gt;" and i was just like..."&lt;b&gt;Miss Ong, you have serious problems.&lt;/b&gt;" i didn`t say that out loud, of course.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what she did later? she made everyone who got 1/4 or 2/4 to REDO THE WHOLE THING AGAIN FOR HOMEWORK. &lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;and when i thought she was a good teacher...&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in PE i did pretty well...when i brought the stuff down to the PE shed Miss Yong (i think that`s her name) was like talking to me, lah...saying how the basketball girls messed up this corner. and she was like..."&lt;b&gt;YOU`RE IN BASKETBALL, RIGHT?&lt;/b&gt;" and i was like..."&lt;b&gt;yeah i`ll try not to be like them.&lt;/b&gt;" LOL! and then this other PE teacher walks in and snickers, "&lt;b&gt;hahaha. TRY not to be like them.&lt;/b&gt;" and i go.."&lt;b&gt;trying is good...at least there`s a chance when you try.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in maths i got 13/25 for that graded test. BWAHAHAHAH I PASSED BY HALF A MARK!!! &lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i got 13 on my last quiz too, so...yeah. but it was upon 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then BASKETBALL AFTER LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;this is the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two seniors on the school team were like going: "&lt;b&gt;you all are sec1s ah? your first training today ah?&lt;/b&gt;" and two of them were like shaking my hand and stuff it was kinda wierd but cool, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and oh my g. there`s this sec2 girl who`s like uber tall and she looks EXACTLY LIKE LIONEL TEO FROM BPMC. her name is Amanda. omg you should see her do a layup, man. it`s like super pro. i think she`s one of the captains for the sec2s. and she hardly ever misses a shot.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and we did like layups for like more than two whole hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would you like to hear what the aunty coach said to me while i was doing my layups?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;USE THE BOARD&lt;/b&gt;" (even though i got the ball in)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;ni yao gan gan zuo ah!!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;YOU NOT 90 ENOUGH&lt;/b&gt;" (meaning my knee wasn`t high enough...90 degrees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. not 90 enough. BWAHAHAHAHA i laughed so much once she wasn`t looking. 90 years old. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think the sec2s training was harder. because for us sec1s, we were actually supposed to do 2 full court layups before being allowed to drink water. but then she was nice and said whoever does 2 full court layups, everyone will be allowed to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and one of the seniors scored an almost half court shoot in front of the coach who was trying to defend her. and it happened all in less than 3 seconds, man. and when she got it in, she was like screaming hysterically going: "&lt;b&gt;IN YOUR FACE!!!! x5&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;yeah. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my g. they will only pick 12 girls for the school team. out of us 19 girls. or 18, i forgot. and the tournament is in JULY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours until the tournament,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-6688822941991923425?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/6688822941991923425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=6688822941991923425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6688822941991923425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6688822941991923425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/basketball-training-number-one.html' title='basketball training number one'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-398231808779973193</id><published>2008-01-27T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:52:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting david</title><content type='html'>today i thought i`d follow my parents to Riverlife, instead. &lt;br /&gt;but i didn`t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to BPMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...David asked me to go.&lt;br /&gt;it didn`t turn out as bad as i would`ve expected, i guess. he was really nice and whenever i looked at him he was always, and i mean &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; smiling. i envy him so much. &lt;br /&gt;yeah so i sat between David and Janene in church...&lt;br /&gt;and Janene was like *HINT* *HINT* YOU *COUGHS COUGHS* LIKE DAVID??? AS IN...*COUGHS* &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; LIKE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was just shaking my head going: "&lt;b&gt;Janene, you`ve got problems&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_i3kkt1SN8/R6Qig6fRHNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3LBsbo-gzFw/s1600-h/26-01-08_1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_i3kkt1SN8/R6Qig6fRHNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3LBsbo-gzFw/s320/26-01-08_1034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162289021724990674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Janene`s blog. -_-# putting my picture up without my permission. oh well. since it`s already up i`m gonna grab it. MUAHAHAH *holds up sticky paws*&lt;br /&gt;FROM LEFT TO RIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;David, Janene, ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the really wierd thing about David is that whatever he tells me about him is always so unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;says he plays rugby. CONTACT RUGBY, not touch rugby. like fully bashing into people type of rugby. and considering his height, which is like 1cm below me (which is sometimes hard to tell because of his long spiky hair) AND his weight which he says was 34kg (3kg below mine), kind of makes it discouraging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;says he`s got A* for all of his chinese exams. dude, he doesn`t even SPEAK chinese to us. and i highly doubt he does at home, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;says he`s in ACS Barker Road. oh my g. one look at him and you know he`s not made to be in an all boys school. i mean, come ON! HE SAT WITH US, GIRLS TODAY!!! 4 GIRLS!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;says he`s never had a crush. YEAH RIGHT. i told him his standards/expectations must be too high. he probably agrees so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of all these things, it`s pretty amazing, don`t you think? someone like him doing all these things. now i`ve got all the more reason to envy him. but he`s really cool to hang around with, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to tuition the same way as i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;then the teacher was telling this guy in class "&lt;b&gt;NI BU YAO TOU PAI ARHHH&lt;/b&gt;" coz he was using his hp to take pictures...and muahaha. i managed to do it without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R5wt86ots_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/MCrGFjpC5zA/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R5wt86ots_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/MCrGFjpC5zA/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160049797615170546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene Goh. yes, she goes to my chinese tuition. i didn`t know at first hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R5wt9aottAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SqOXlwLJEio/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R5wt9aottAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SqOXlwLJEio/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160049806205105154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...tonight at 6:45PM there`s X-Men 2...just for those who wanna watch smth interesting before another week of school starts.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of this week, it`s gone faster than i`ve expected.&lt;br /&gt;amazing, sometimes. how time moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till the clock forgets to tick for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-398231808779973193?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/398231808779973193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=398231808779973193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/398231808779973193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/398231808779973193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-david.html' title='meeting david'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_i3kkt1SN8/R6Qig6fRHNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3LBsbo-gzFw/s72-c/26-01-08_1034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-9220851718824944207</id><published>2008-01-26T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:29:03.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemmas</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DILEMMA NUMBER ONE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know which church to really attend. My brother has decided not to go to Megalife anymore because he knows more people from Frankel Bethesda in Frankel Estate...&lt;br /&gt;I know more people in BPMC, but Riverlife is more meaningful. and i would have no reason to go to BPMC because most of the messages they preach don`t mean anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; after BPMC i have chinese tuition, so i can`t stay back to eat lunch with them at LP or anything, like i used to. &lt;br /&gt;i hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DILEMMA NUMBER TWO.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know whether to continue staying in Singapore after my brother has finished his NS. pretty much we just have to wait for my brother`s decision, and if he`s going back to Australia to study music, i don`t know whether i`d go and follow him. i &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; i want to go back to Australia to do my university. but for now...i just can`t seem to let Singapore go. not with all my friends still here...&lt;br /&gt;and in Australia, it`s just so...alien. i don`t know...&lt;br /&gt;i just can`t plan it right now but it was just a thought that came to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DILEMMA NUMBER THREE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know if i should still convince myself that we are now simply friends. i thought it`d all be over once i went to Australia; that i`d never see him again. but now that i`m back in Singapore...and i know i`m not so far across the ocean from him anymore, i don`t know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DILEMMA NUMBER FOUR.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s so hard to get my priorities straight. i know i should put my God first in my life but friends and school and tuition are always getting in the way. it sucks, i tell you. having to get through each and every thing one by one before i finally reach the weekend; to reach church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate running out of time to sort all these things out.&lt;br /&gt;which is where i start thinking about Australia.&lt;br /&gt;but no...i will never regret staying in Singapore to study. it was my choice...&lt;br /&gt;and i`ll somehow find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs22/300W/i/2008/024/3/d/deep_by_delusionlove_s.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took this picture a very long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time in a place called Kalbarri, Australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-9220851718824944207?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/9220851718824944207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=9220851718824944207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/9220851718824944207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/9220851718824944207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dilemmas.html' title='dilemmas'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-6090484591814511660</id><published>2008-01-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:11:39.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!</title><content type='html'>okay just wanted to wish one of my bestest friends &lt;b&gt;AARON&lt;/b&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to PRPS to give Aaron his birthday present...then he like very paiseh leh never talk a lot...just stare at me a lot happily and look at his handphone.&lt;br /&gt;psssh.&lt;br /&gt;then Bala came...and Aaron was just like: "&lt;b&gt;HE HANDSOME, HOR???&lt;/b&gt;" -_-#&lt;br /&gt;then i took bus 3 to WS interchange then i took 358 to Elias Mall then from there i walked to my tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i just came back from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m quite happy today because last night while playing Audition with Aaron i actually managed to finish more than half of my homework O_O (geog, history, english, science, art)&lt;br /&gt;-_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AARON&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vCkPEt8Zjy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vCkPEt8Zjy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[stupid 30 seconds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aaron, oh AARON, what are we going to do with you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seriously. nobody believes me whenever i tell them there`s a song about Aaron O_O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-6090484591814511660?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/6090484591814511660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=6090484591814511660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6090484591814511660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6090484591814511660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-aaron_26.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7517722543431935349</id><published>2008-01-24T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:08:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering them</title><content type='html'>today after school i went to WS on my own haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i saw there?&lt;br /&gt;Beverley &amp; Hazel!!! AND HAZEL CUT HER HAIR SHORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then i went to do my stuff and when i was done i took bus 354 back...and when i was on the bus i saw Khen Young from my p3 class with some of his friends waiting for one bus and he LOOKED at me but i don`t know whether he remembered me or not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then when i was walking home my neighbour happened to drive by and she drove me the rest of the way home. &lt;br /&gt;today`s my lucky day! AND NOTHING WENT WRONG. i`m so happy and grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhm. today these basketball girls came to our class to tell us when are the days for training...&lt;br /&gt;and one of them looks EXACTLY LIKE LIONEL TEO FROM BPMC. OH MY G. and her voice is like so deep. it`s so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha today we kept tickling Sally until she started crying because she laughed too much O_O wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...haha. i hope i can go to PRPS on CNY eve...because it`s on a wednesday and i`ve got basketball on wednesdays...&lt;br /&gt;i hope they`ll cancel basketball for that day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7517722543431935349?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7517722543431935349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7517722543431935349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7517722543431935349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7517722543431935349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/remembering-them.html' title='remembering them'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2637561529472423647</id><published>2008-01-24T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:56:24.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>this is during IT. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT going on about Microsoft Excel things that i ALREADY know. gahhhh. Matilda is sitting next to me because her computer doesn`t work. &lt;i&gt;LAWL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicknames for Matilda today&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Tofu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mautilda (Matilda Mau)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Marshmallow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ah-pui hamster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aghhhh" &lt;br /&gt;-matilda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MRT just walked by my computer and goes: "&lt;b&gt;you already know Excel, right?&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;and i`m just like..."&lt;b&gt;yeah&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;then he goes: "&lt;b&gt;i know you do.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i go: "&lt;b&gt;cool.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;he goes: "&lt;b&gt;cool.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later after school i`m going to WS. &lt;br /&gt;but maybe i`ll go to the bookshop first with the tofu...A.K.A: MAUTILDAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah enough laming liaox.&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO CONCENTRATE on...what, ah? LOL nothing to concentrate on. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;haha. slacking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2637561529472423647?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2637561529472423647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2637561529472423647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2637561529472423647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2637561529472423647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-school_24.html' title='in school'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8433654029707893734</id><published>2008-01-22T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:00:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting muaz &amp; daniel</title><content type='html'>okay. today in the morning we had Art for the first 2 HOURS. bloody hell. and when PE only lasts for half an hour...-_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that ah ma Miss Chia talk talk talk for so long. oh my g. she is so IRRITATING. she literally punctuates &lt;u&gt;EVERY&lt;/u&gt; sentence with a shout. seriously. for example..."&lt;b&gt;1/6 you are obviously not using your brains TODAY!&lt;/b&gt;" or "&lt;b&gt;1/6 i`m very DISAPPOINTED in YOU!&lt;/b&gt;" or "&lt;b&gt;you only know how to TALK AND TALK AND TALK&lt;/b&gt;" wahlao, eh. THEN SHE OSO NEVER TALK AND TALK AND TALK AH? LIKE TO SAY OTHER PEOPLE! then she said "&lt;b&gt;point to yourself before you point to OTHERS!&lt;/b&gt;" oh my g. she is such a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;then she kept on criticizing our artwork. she kept telling other girls that their logos didn`t have pointillism in it. WAHPIANG EHH! HER &lt;u&gt;FACE&lt;/u&gt; IS POINTILLISM LAH! SO MANY DOT DOT DOT ON HER FACE LAH! POCK FACE AHMA __-__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i went to PRPS to visit again.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw Hui Ting on the bus O_O she went to Ngee Ann Sec! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i had to wait for like 15 minutes for Muaz to turn up. i figured he`s like so popular in PRPS. and every single one of his juniors asked him whether i was his gf. like WTBH, man. do i LOOK like i`m his gf??? O_O&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing was that they wouldn`t stop obsessing over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so later Daniel joined us...&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the minimart.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the front cover of this newspaper that said a 9 year old girl wasn`t a virgin or smth i was like WHOAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we thought of going to visit Kenneth. but then...he wasn`t at home -_-#&lt;br /&gt;then Muaz &amp; Daniel kept obsessing over the fact that i`m SOOOOO sad that Kenneth wasn`t there. but i was like...what`s there to be sad about??? i`ve been to his house so many times but he`s never been at home so i`m totally fine with it. &lt;br /&gt;so then we all went home after i got on bus 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing was that when i got home, Daniel told me that they went to SMS Kenneth and tell him how SAD i was that he wasn`t at home. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till people stop thinking i`m in love with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-8433654029707893734?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8433654029707893734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8433654029707893734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8433654029707893734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8433654029707893734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-muaz-daniel.html' title='meeting muaz &amp; daniel'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8159060586419179553</id><published>2008-01-21T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:04:13.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our second IT orientation. MRT still doesn`t bother that much about what we`re doing, which IS kind of a good thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home at 5:30PM, so he says. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there`s no danger right now i`ll blog about my day in school(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating lunch i srsly needed to go to the toilet and when i went to the nearest one, it was too crowded so i went to another one. and it had no &lt;u&gt;TOILET PAPER&lt;/u&gt; at all. so i had to run back to my bag and fish out my tissue packet before running back. o my mama. my bladder was like about to BURST, man. &gt;.&lt;" yeah and guess what? when i came back, all these people were like talking about what CCAs they were in. and some people said: "&lt;b&gt;CHRISITE YOU`RE IN BASKETBALL!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I`M IN BASKETBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;to make sure they weren`t kidding me, i went to the CCA notice board to check. and o my mama. I SAW MY NAME UNDER THE BASKETBALL LIST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the happiest days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;thank you SOOOO much, God.&lt;br /&gt;now it`s all the more reason for me to believe. amen, amen, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the people who are in my class, and who are also in basketball are Nima and Sherley. i`m super happy, lah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh MRT asked us to do something on our computers, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios, amigos//&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-8159060586419179553?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8159060586419179553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8159060586419179553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8159060586419179553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8159060586419179553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-school_21.html' title='in school'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7626022273058166662</id><published>2008-01-20T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:28:03.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformation</title><content type='html'>yesterday at riverlife it was one of the most meaninful and transforming services ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was actually like a sermon on how prayer works. we should have patience when awaiting an answer from God because even though God doesn`t answer our prayers in the way we would expect Him to, we should give thanks in all circumstances ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i went to my cell for the first time it was like really cool because all of us are from SAC and it was like so funny because we were like making jokes about the DM XDD&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were like focusing on our strengths and less on our weaknesses. it`s like, we should acknowledge our weaknesses, but we should acknowledge more on our strengths, because that is where God will use you. &lt;br /&gt;it`s like, most parents always focus on your weaknesses, and that`s why they send you for tuition for that subject. but you should work on your strengths more and acknowledge ur weaknesses. because what you`re weak in is what you`re weak in so why not just focus on what you`re good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and just be the way you are because God loves you for &lt;u&gt;who you are&lt;/u&gt;. have you ever had a friend you can turn to no matter where you are, no matter what time it is? a friend you can talk to even at 3AM in the morning? God is always there and he is always &lt;u&gt;waiting&lt;/u&gt; for you to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we bought our dinner from DTE food court and one of the girls brought me to the bbt shop and we got one jasmine green tea with nata de coco inside. it was so YUMM. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this geography homework. gotta get off now and start finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7626022273058166662?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7626022273058166662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7626022273058166662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7626022273058166662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7626022273058166662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/transformation.html' title='transformation'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-698194892714055157</id><published>2008-01-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:04:38.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH!</title><content type='html'>hahas. i got back from school like one and a half hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;back from that IT orientation...was kinda strange hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. just got off the phone with Yu Min...X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just wanted to wish one of my bestest friends &lt;b&gt;KENNETH&lt;/b&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. he`s finally all grown up, now. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the pressie i got for ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ve got like so much homework, man. geography &amp; english...should be pretty alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours once i`m done with school for life&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-698194892714055157?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/698194892714055157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=698194892714055157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/698194892714055157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/698194892714055157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-kenneth.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH!'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8747572477587629403</id><published>2008-01-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:16:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school</title><content type='html'>muahaha. i`m in school now. this IT orientation thing. MRT (my teacher Mr. Ralph Tan) is at the front of the class now so he can`t see me. HOHOHO. i feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Fung Ling to my left blogging, too. we`re the rebels. BWAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad thing is, we`re right by the window so if any teacher comes by they`ll see us straight away. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i`m going home at like 5:45PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. teacher just walked past. had to minimize window. HAHAHAHA. okay no more blogging liao later i sure kena caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made on Saturday, 19th January 2008 at 10:14AM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one picture of Rosie and Michelle since Rosie put two disgusting photos of me on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R5FdcM3yx3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fnaKALNt2Lc/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R5FdcM3yx3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fnaKALNt2Lc/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157005787388888946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-8747572477587629403?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8747572477587629403/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3720012405943734393</id><published>2008-01-15T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:04:39.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said, I Said; ice Box;</title><content type='html'>just another nice song i thought i should let you guys hear. i`m just putting it here just in case i switch blog songs again. these were two songs i heard on the radio on my way home on Sunday night((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zgFW77Jtri/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zgFW77Jtri/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;Don't know where to start somethin' ain't goin' right&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in my soul cuz i've tried, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep you satisfied, please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I just think we both need time&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that we are in the same room&lt;br /&gt;But living two worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;And it's causing too much pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She Said) Baby can you please just stay&lt;br /&gt;It ain't too late to work this thing out&lt;br /&gt;(I Said) Girl this ain't easy for me&lt;br /&gt;At least the truth is comin' out&lt;br /&gt;(She Said) Why can't we make up like the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid to hear you say go&lt;br /&gt;(I Said) Baby I'm sorry, I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't leave, don't leave don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these teardrops fallin' from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But that don't change my mind, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make things more difficult then they gotta be&lt;br /&gt;I can't take no more, this is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you I see more&lt;br /&gt;Reason for me to leave you&lt;br /&gt;And it's causing me too much pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She Said) Baby can you please just stay&lt;br /&gt;It ain't too late to work this thing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I Said) Girl this ain't easy for me&lt;br /&gt;At least the truth is comin' out&lt;br /&gt;(She Said) Why can't we make up like the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid to hear you say go&lt;br /&gt;(I Said) Baby I'm sorry, I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't leave, don't leave, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't leave, don't leave, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby can you please just stay&lt;br /&gt;It ain't too late to work this thing out&lt;br /&gt;(I Said) Girl this ain't easy for me&lt;br /&gt;At least the truth is comin' out&lt;br /&gt;(She Said) Why can't we make up like the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid to hear you say go&lt;br /&gt;(I Said) Baby I'm sorry, I think its time we let go&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't leave, don't leave, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't leave, don't leave, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think it's time we let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YIORkukqLf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YIORkukqLf/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;Fussin' and fightin', we back at it again &lt;br /&gt;I know that, it's my fault, but you don't understand (no) &lt;br /&gt;I got memories, this is crazy &lt;br /&gt;You ain't nothing like the girl I used to know &lt;br /&gt;Good with ma, good with pa, cool with all my niggas &lt;br /&gt;I should try, truth is I wanna let u in, but no &lt;br /&gt;Damn these memories, and it's crazy &lt;br /&gt;You ain't nothing like the girl I used to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge] &lt;br /&gt;Girl I really wanna work this out, cause I'm tired of fightin' &lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you &lt;br /&gt;I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin' &lt;br /&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse &lt;br /&gt;But I got this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x] &lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be (but I got this) &lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be (said I got this) &lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold &lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get it right, just can't let it go &lt;br /&gt;I opened up, she let me down, I won't feel that no more &lt;br /&gt;I got memories, this is crazy &lt;br /&gt;She ain't nothing like the girl I used to know &lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to take it out on you baby but I can't help it &lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart is in the same ol' condition that baby left it &lt;br /&gt;And I, I apologize, for makin' you cry &lt;br /&gt;Look me in my eye and promise you won't do me the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge] &lt;br /&gt;Girl I really wanna work this out, 'cause I'm tired of fightin' &lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you &lt;br /&gt;I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin' &lt;br /&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse &lt;br /&gt;But I got this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x] &lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be (but I got this) &lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be (said I got this) &lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold &lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be stuck up in this&lt;br /&gt;cold cold world ('cause I don't wanna be)[2x] &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up better keep your eye on me girl [6x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge] &lt;br /&gt;Girl I really wanna work this out, cause I'm tired of fightin' &lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you &lt;br /&gt;I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin' &lt;br /&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse &lt;br /&gt;But I got this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x] &lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be (but I got this) &lt;br /&gt;I got this icebox where my heart used to be (said I got this) &lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold &lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3720012405943734393?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3720012405943734393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3720012405943734393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3720012405943734393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3720012405943734393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-said-i-said-ice-box.html' title='She Said, I Said; ice Box;'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4806133310954861844</id><published>2008-01-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:12:12.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the rain.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think only the worst things happen outside of school. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school, i thought everything was going to work out perfectly fine. i mean it was the best day so far. i didn`t screw up at ALL in school. &lt;br /&gt;the art teacher even let us go to the computer lab to work on our powerpoints.&lt;br /&gt;i got to eat during recess AND after school.&lt;br /&gt;and in chinese, our teacher let us listen to her chinese songs, one of them being Que Yang by Rainie Yang, and other Lin Jun Jie songs. &lt;br /&gt;perfect day, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Daniel SMSed me and asked me whether i wanted to go to TM to look for Kenneth`s bday pressie since his bday is this friday. so, i agreed. and don`t forget. it was PERFECTLY SUNNY AND DAMN HOT when i got out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matilda accompanied me onto the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and so when i got to the MRT station Daniel told me he was at TM already. bloody hell. i told him to wait for me. &lt;br /&gt;so after buying our stuff (Daniel is like this super rich person) we took bus 3 back. and oh my goodness. &lt;br /&gt;it started to &lt;font color="blue"&gt;RAIN&lt;/font&gt; like nobody`s business. and then there was like...lightning and the thunder seemed to be like directly on top of the bus and i was like freaked out so much. lucky for Daniel, all he had to do was get off the bus stop DIRECTLY in front of his house and there was a COVERED PATHWAY for him to walk to his block. bloody hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, like the dumbo i am, i walked home with my umbrella. i feel so stupid. i should`ve checked my umbrella is like too freaking SMALL and whadya know? congratulations, christie. you just earned yourself a new record. wetting your books not to mention, your entire ONE AND ONLY SCHOOL BAG, drenching your shoes like you`ve been swimming in them, letting the rain soak your skirt like you just wet yourself, and LUCKY FOR YOU, YOUR HANDPHONE WASN`T WET!!! AND NEITHER WAS YOUR WALLET!!!&lt;br /&gt;this so reminds me of that incident on the first day of P3. my waterbottle broke and all my books got wet and i had to spend all night just hairdrying them.&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, my english and art homework is done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about bad luck, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that`s enough, i`m off to hairdry my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG, YOU LUCKY KIDDOS OUT THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;DON`T TAKE ANYTHING FOR GRANTED BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO STINKING IDEA WHETHER YOU`LL HAVE BAD LUCK TOMORROW!!! &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the rain so much. &lt;br /&gt;if you don`t know me that well, you gotta know that i hate getting wet with my clothes still on. i hate it like...well, yeah you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till bad luck stops chasing me,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 7:05PM]&lt;br /&gt;while eating dinner, my mother (as all of you might well know, she`s the principal of Jun Yuan Secondary School in Tampines) was like telling us these stories of this boy that played truant for more than two years.&lt;br /&gt;and only like today he came back to school and said he seriously wanted to come back. and it was the way the boy said it, especially...&lt;br /&gt;he`s like 18 now. &lt;br /&gt;and he was like involved in this gang two years ago, and only this year he told his gang that he wanted to leave because he figured it wasn`t his type of life he wanted. and so the price he had to pay was them beating him up. &lt;br /&gt;and so my mother was like really touched by this story and the boy actually couldn`t go back to my mother`s school because his whole right arm was tattooed. so he asked my mother whether he could just bandage it up first so he could go back to school. he even said that he was willing to pour acid on his arm to take way the tattoos (my mother suggested lasering it off but they didn`t have enough money, and the boy worked for like 11 hours everyday just to get the money) so that he could come back to school.&lt;br /&gt;my mother said she would take him back anytime, it`s just whether he wanted to come to school or not. and so she`s letting him come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she was like telling me how the kids in her school really like to talk to her coz she actually listens to them and gives them a chance and she like...puts the best teachers to teach the normal tech students, and not just the worst teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;other people are so much worse off than me. so why am i even complaining over getting wet today when there are people`s LIVES more screwed up than mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i disgust myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4806133310954861844?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4806133310954861844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4806133310954861844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4806133310954861844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4806133310954861844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-rain.html' title='i hate the rain.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-894713411484098433</id><published>2008-01-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:58:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way down</title><content type='html'>-sighs- bloody hell. today we had dance first thing in the morning. lucky we didn`t have that assistant teacher. because since our class is split up into two groups, the beginner class (my group) went downstairs to the drama room for our class while the advanced class went to the dance room for theirs. &lt;br /&gt;Miss Adeline was our teacher and we learned like lots of steps and all that. her songs have like so much beat in them, man. i think she`s like super rich. she`s got a super fat iPod lah...PLUS this damn cool handphone. AND her clothes are like all BRANDED. &lt;br /&gt;yeah so halfway through dancing i was like...I NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET OMGGGG. and so i had to ask the teacher to let me go. oh my g. you canNOT go to a dancing lesson with a full bladder. believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then nth much really happened for the rest of school hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i sent Fung Ling all of my Busted songs and she sent me one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my goodness. when i took the bus 17 back, i saw so many people from PRPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;first i saw Val in a blue uniform...i think it`s Ngee Ann... but she didn`t see me.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw Lionel but he`s not from PRPS...he`s from church.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw Andrea O_O and we waved to each other &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the twins Austin &amp; Justin in a white uniform...&lt;br /&gt;then i walked through DTE to get home and i saw Queenette eating with her mother and brother :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-894713411484098433?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/894713411484098433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=894713411484098433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/894713411484098433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/894713411484098433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-my-way-down.html' title='on my way down'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5718355520638980175</id><published>2008-01-12T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:46:48.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little kids</title><content type='html'>okay...i don`t know if everybody loves it if i post everyday. because if they wanted to read my entire blog they might have a headache once they`re done. but i just wanted to post. dudettes out there reading this, i`m sorry but i honestly &lt;i&gt;can`t resist posting everyday. it`s a HABIT.&lt;/i&gt; and that`s what makes me a loyal blogger ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today at 1smth i went for chinese tuition at Blk 610 in Elias...&lt;br /&gt;it was actually the P4 tuition today. the teacher told me i should take the P4 one to catch up from where i stopped off before i left for Australia. then tomorrow at 1PM too, i`ll go for the Sec1 tuition. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, today in the tuition the kids were like so SMALL and i was like so much taller than them. and in my mind i was like, I USED TO BE THAT SMALL BEFORE I LEFT FOR AUSTRALIA. SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;but they`re quite cute lah they made me laugh a lot ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition my parents wanted me to come along to their friend`s daughter`s birthday party. she was turning three years old today (:&lt;br /&gt;but my handphone was like nearly out of battery so i didn`t get to take any pictures. &lt;br /&gt;there was this aunty who painted a beautiful spiralling flower on my left arm sprinkled with glitter and it was really pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. i just recharged my phone so i took a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R4iZcs3yx2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vMokoaWKHIY/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R4iZcs3yx2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vMokoaWKHIY/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154538491886094178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her cake was like rly cute.&lt;br /&gt;and there was this little boy about her age with like super spiky gelled hair and i think she had a crush on him because she was like following him around and hugging him. haha. and they took a picture together which i think was really sweet and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then when it started to rain we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am...&lt;br /&gt;i wish there were people around my age more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 9:43PM]&lt;br /&gt;i finished watching Hot Chicks on channel 5 like awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny &lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but it said some things about what &lt;font color="pink"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; was. &lt;br /&gt;so, in the movie, love is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can just be yourself around that person, because the person who loves you no matter what will accept you for who you are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can`t stop thinking about that person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can forgive the person for no matter what wrong they have done to you and still love them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were some others i forgot __-__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...i think there`s more to it than just that (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-5718355520638980175?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5718355520638980175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5718355520638980175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5718355520638980175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5718355520638980175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-kids.html' title='little kids'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R4iZcs3yx2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vMokoaWKHIY/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4871298292091532881</id><published>2008-01-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:25:02.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain on th inside</title><content type='html'>okay...here`s a little rundown of my day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCREW UPS. i`m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...DANCE was basically the major thing in school. now we have this new assistant teacher and she can`t teach for nuts. sure, she can dance in this whole act pro way, but she can`t teach. she`s strict and she can`t teach.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so she asked all of us to choreorgraph a four eighths dance. in twenty minutes. bloody hell can THEY themselves do it if they were US?&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway Yi Zhen, Sherley and Sally (this girl who looks exactly like a girl version of Sylvester Sim) were in my group. our class is divided into Group A and Group B. A is the 'AWESOME DANCING' group and B is the 'BADDDD DANCING' group. normally, i belong to the B one. the B one is where all the girls who rock at PE go. like me and the other basketball girls. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when the time came for our group to perform, Yi Zhen wasn`t ready to perform because she couldn`t memorise the steps as fast. then you know what that horrible assistant teacher did? she fully yelled at poor Yi Zhen. for 'slowing down the group' and 'wasting time'. she was so mean. and it`s not Yi Zhen`s fault that she`s overweight or that she can`t do the dance moves as well as us. and that teacher made poor Yi Zhen cry. so when our group sat down, we were like comforting her and the teacher DIDN`T EVEN CARE. bloody hell, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Fung Ling &amp; Nima (the girls in my class who is in basketball) we were like joking about how we`ll be the better PE girls and the girls who are in dance will be like not so good at PE. bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and our chinese teacher forgot to come so we had like a whole hour of no MT. WOOO. and we dismissed ourselves 5 minutes early. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school Maxine asked me to go with her to TM to watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;so Phaik Mun, Maxine, Dakshini &amp; me went to TM to watch 'One Missed Call'.&lt;br /&gt;it`s the kind of movie you actually watch with your boyfriend coz the thing was like uber scary lah and at the scary parts...well...you can just hang on to him. except we`re girls so basically all three of them started screaming and i didn`t scream well, coz it`s like physically impossible for me to scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...then after that i took Bus 3 back. at first the sign read PUNGGOL and i was not sure whether it would go to Pasir Ris. then i kept SMSing Daniel but he said if i trusted him i`d stay on Bus 3 and eventually i DID get to Pasir Ris but it took like so freaking long. plus it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s actually really beautiful to watch heavy rain from the inside of a glass window, if you haven`t noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s really awesome to have really true friends that won`t let you down(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTE FOR ROSIE IF YOU`RE READING MY BLOG:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT, ROSIE, YOU DIDN`T COME TO SCHOOL FOR THE WHOLE WEEK. MISS NING GAVE US SPELLING WORDS. I VOLUNTEERED TO TELL THEM TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. JUXTAPOSE&lt;br /&gt;2. SEPARATE&lt;br /&gt;3. HALLUCINATE&lt;br /&gt;4. CURTAIL&lt;br /&gt;5. BRUSQUE&lt;br /&gt;6. ANNIHILATE&lt;br /&gt;7. ANIMOSITY&lt;br /&gt;8. LABYRINTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE. AND WE GOT A NEW TIMETABLE. GOSH, I GOTTA TELL YOU WHAT TO BRING ALL OVER AGAIN. ON MONDAY WE HAVE &lt;U&gt;DANCE&lt;/U&gt; FIRST THING IN THE MORNING DAMMIT. THEN &lt;U&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/U&gt;. THEN &lt;U&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/U&gt;, SO MAKE SURE YOU LEARN YOUR SPELLING WORDS. THEN &lt;U&gt;GEOG&lt;/U&gt;. BRING ONLY THE TEXTBOOK AND WORKBOOK AND AN A4 EXERCISE BOOK. THEN GOT &lt;U&gt;PE&lt;/U&gt;. THEN &lt;U&gt;HISTORY&lt;/U&gt;. BRING TEXTBOOK, WORKBOOK, NOTEBOOK AND HISTORY FILE (THE PURPLE ONE)!!! IF YOU DON`T BRING IT, MR LEE WILL MURDER YOU. I AM NOT KIDDING. THEN &lt;U&gt;MATHS&lt;/U&gt;. THEN &lt;U&gt;MUSIC&lt;/U&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER BE THANKFUL YOU GOT ME AND MY BLOG, KAYS?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4871298292091532881?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4871298292091532881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4871298292091532881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4871298292091532881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4871298292091532881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-on-th-inside.html' title='rain on th inside'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7131098562334809079</id><published>2008-01-10T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:25:34.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more screw ups</title><content type='html'>okay. i didn`t screw up today. thank god. i just forgot to wear my watch. BUT that`s not a problem!!! haHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to school on time.&lt;br /&gt;i wore my tie.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered my wallet AND my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered all my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;no screw ups, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today for like one whole hour this priest came to talk to us, man. what with our school being a catholic school and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got to miss our whole period of english because of that talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Drama, all of us remembered our PE attire but we didn`t bring our notebooks. and so, the teacher made us go back upstairs for 5 minutes to get our notebooks but since we already took off our socks and shoes, we just fully sprinted up the staircase to the fourth floor &lt;b&gt;barefoot&lt;/b&gt;. MUAHAHAHA then i said: "&lt;b&gt;later principal come down the stairs and say 'WHY YOU ALL WALKING BAREFOOT???'&lt;/b&gt;". wahahaha then we started laughing &lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wahpiang eh. our history teacher SUCKS, lah. he`s like the most horrible teacher ever. he goes: "&lt;b&gt;IF I SEE TRASH ON THE FLOOR I`LL PICK IT UP AND STUFF IT INTO YOUR BAG&lt;/b&gt;". and then he complained about EVERYTHING in our classroom man. like why the feather duster was up on the book cupboard. CANNOT MEH??? THEN PUT WHERE AH, SMARTASS? PUT ON THE CUPBOARD OSO COMPLAIN THEN WE PUT ON THE TEACHER`S DESK YOU SEE WHETHER YOU LIKE ANOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after school i went to PRPS to see Daniel &amp; Kenneth but the security guard wouldn`t let us in because later Mr Wai will scold us. &lt;i&gt;LAWL&lt;/i&gt; then we went to the minimart then sat down around opposite Blk 242. haha then later Zulfiqar and Amirul came but they were in their home clothes...&lt;br /&gt;so after we just chatted awhile we decided to go home since it was about to rain. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt; then we said Daniel was still the tallest person, then me, then Kenneth, who is like the shortest person out of us three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...when i went to cut across Pasir Ris park to get home, there were these people BBQing and AS I WALKED BY AT THAT VERY SECOND, they turned on their massive stereo and started playing Broken by SEETHER FEAT. AMY LEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i had like free music. what`s more, i was thinking about that song before i even passed by!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i`ve got like so much homework, man. and to make matters worse, i`m short on $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish &lt;u&gt;history&lt;/u&gt; homework: read chapter 1 of textbook and finish worksheet&lt;br /&gt;bring history textbook, workbook, notebook and file tomorrow or DIE!!! (painfully at the disgusting hands of Mr Lee)&lt;br /&gt;personalise history notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish maths homework: questions on page 6 &amp; 7 from textbook; 1c, 2d, 7, 8b, 9f, 10c, 12d, 15b, 19b, 19c = do on full scrap paper&lt;br /&gt;do cover page for maths file (not due until next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid art homework: research COLOUR, LOGOS, the country where the food is from, PACKAGING, SNACKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY: SCHOOL SOCKS, DAMNIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAIRCLIPS, DOUBLE DAMNIT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;blue flat plastic file for literature &lt;--- hurry lah...&lt;br /&gt;pink geog flat file for geog &lt;--- not so urgent yet&lt;br /&gt;black flat file for english &lt;--- slightly urgent&lt;br /&gt;science workbook 1A &lt;--- must hurry&lt;br /&gt;orange BIG fat file for science &lt;--- URGENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7131098562334809079?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7131098562334809079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7131098562334809079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7131098562334809079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7131098562334809079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-screw-ups.html' title='no more screw ups'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-6890861228333496594</id><published>2008-01-09T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:20:59.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw ups</title><content type='html'>okay. so the day before yesterday, i was late for school, right?&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i forgot my tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning my mother drove out to the road and she was like beeping for me to hurry up, and what i did was, grab my socks and my wallet and run out onto the road just with my shoes and no socks so i`d put my socks on in the car. THEN. once i finished putting my socks&amp;shoes on, i didn`t put my wallet inside. because my bag was sitting on it.&lt;br /&gt;SO i didn`t bring my wallet for like the whole morning. oh my g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have to screw up EVERY SINGLE DAY?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing bad happened in class, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i looked at my hp and saw a message from my mother saying that she delivered my wallet to the general office because i left it in the back seat O_O &lt;br /&gt;i was just like THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. *jumps around with a big grin on my face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after i finished eating my lunch at sch, we went upstairs for the bball auditions. there were girls we didn`t expect to be eliminated on the first round. i continued onto the second round, then at the end, the coach told us to check the notice board sometime this week or next week for our names on the bball list. if they`re there, we get in, and if they`re not, then we`re not in. man, i seriously hope i get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like so happy i could go home. because it was already like 5 by the time i got to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;and when i passed by the bus stop near PRCS, Daniel SMSed me and said he saw me on the bus from the petrol station O_O haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...that`s pretty much all for today...&lt;br /&gt;and oh my goodness i have to bring so many freaking books to school tomorrow. that is just pure sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till i stop screwing up everyday,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-6890861228333496594?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/6890861228333496594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=6890861228333496594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6890861228333496594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6890861228333496594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/screw-ups.html' title='screw ups'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4748640533495653487</id><published>2008-01-08T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:19:41.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's your tie?</title><content type='html'>because of the incident that happened yesterday, i decided to try and get to school earlier.&lt;br /&gt;and on the way to school, i realised i forgot to put on my freaking tie -_-#&lt;br /&gt;so like...about four people asked me: "&lt;i&gt;WHERE`S YOUR TIE???&lt;/i&gt;" and i simply had to say i forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for live arts today that stupid ah ma teacher (now known as Miss Chia, and no wonder she isn`t married because she`s old, senile and really boring) kept talking for ONE WHOLE HOUR. i know because i looked at my watch for more than like 10 times. and oh my goodness, NONE of the things she talked about were related to art. i am SERIOUS. ask any girl in my class you like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i taught the girl who sat next to me in art, Pamelyn, how to write Japanese since she`s like obsessed with it. i`m like really grateful to my Japanese teacher in Australia, Miss Markich for teaching me. she was my favourite teacher in Woodvale haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for chinese, me and Alycia were like completely CLUELESS as to what we had to do in class. for me, i haven`t learned chinese since PRIMARY 3 so you canNOT blame me one bit. i think Alycia is just naturally bad at chinese. and she &lt;u&gt;looks&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;talks&lt;/u&gt; EXACTLY like &lt;i&gt;Shannon Tiang Song Ying and Sheena Lee Yan Ting from PRPS!!!&lt;/i&gt; oh my goodness. except that Sheena is like super pro at chinese and Alycia isn`t. i don`t know about Song Ying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...after school i went to the bookshop to buy somemore books that i hadn`t bought yet...&lt;br /&gt;then i took bus 17 back with another classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking home in the slight drizzle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished making my lunch. i let my maid try it and she said it was really nice. well...i actually made eggs the way my Home Ec teacher in Australia taught us how to. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay these are the things i have to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;CUT MY NAILS. the prefect who took our attendance this morning told me off for them. gosh, i hate prefects. i vow never to be one as long as i live. oh wait. i already made that vow when i was P3. HAHA!&lt;/s&gt; [7:52PM]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;finish chinese bi3 zi4&lt;/s&gt; [4:42PM]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;pack bag for tomorrow&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;put my tie in a place in my room where i will see it as soon as i wake up so i will not forget to put it on tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; [4:46PM]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;set my alarm clock on my watch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;and put it under my pillow&lt;/s&gt; [4:45PM]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUY HAIRCLIPS, DAMMIT!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy school socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy history file (orange)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy english black plastic flat file&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy geog pink plastic flat file&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy thermometer ($1) from general office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;buy handbook from bookshop&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;put $15 into wallet to pay bookshop for some funny reason the aunty told me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours till i stop making stupid errors,&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4748640533495653487?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4748640533495653487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4748640533495653487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4748640533495653487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4748640533495653487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wheres-your-tie.html' title='where&apos;s your tie?'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8932881310411997203</id><published>2008-01-07T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:48:49.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late for school</title><content type='html'>you know...the other day i SMSed one of my classmates called Nicole and i asked her what time school starts. she said &lt;b&gt;7:45&lt;/b&gt;. okay, remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today my mother dropped me off at the bus stop at 6:30AM. i waited for bus 17 to come. then i got on the bus and waited till i got to Bedok. when i reached my school it was like 7:30AM. i thought i was 15 minutes early, right? and you know what? i was actually late. there were like 50 other girls who took the bus too and every single one of us were late. and the prefects were like standing there with their mouths open and i heard one of them say: "&lt;b&gt;SO MANY???&lt;/b&gt;" and this girl standing behind me say: "&lt;b&gt;haha one day the whole year group will be late&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then the principal go and scold us lah...say if we don`t like this school don`t take it out on the rules BLAH BLAH BLAH. wpiang ehx. it`s not like we CHOSE to be late right? it`s the stupid bus 17`s fault for taking so bloody long to get to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got to class but there was no teacher (HENG AHHH!) so i quickly sat down. wahahaha. so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...got PE...then the cher oso never ask us to do anything so we changed into our PE attire for nothing. bish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chinese...and i didn`t buy my books yet because my mother insists i should go to the B syllabus chinese. so she didn`t buy my books for me. BLOODY HELL!!! I NEED THEM!!! okay tomorrow, i`ll definitely buy them. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got this IT teacher who looks EXACTLY like Jackie Chan. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got this bloody boring history teacher that talks so funny man. and we didn`t even do any work. i just spent the whole lesson decorating Prashanti`s A4 book. __-__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then after we got dismissed i went to eat my lunch in the canteen before going to the Production Management auditions...and we pretty much had a whole hour before auditions. so slack awhile lah...&lt;br /&gt;auditions i anyhow answer the questions &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then guitar ensemble auditions were okay...i also anyhow answered the questions XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was so happy i could go home liao. then 2 girls from my class took bus 17 back with me...and we chatted about MapleStory all the way XDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when both girls got off the bus i was like left alone. then i saw MAEVE WALKING TO THE BUS STOP!!! she wasn`t taking my bus, though. then we were like waving hysterically to each other &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Daniel kept SMSing me &lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;. he`s like this really good friend. &lt;br /&gt;walking home...walking home...walking home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; back to the land of computer and MSN and homework on the com.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-8932881310411997203?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8932881310411997203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8932881310411997203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8932881310411997203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8932881310411997203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-for-school.html' title='late for school'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1682296944624529551</id><published>2008-01-06T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:32:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daniel &amp; his DS</title><content type='html'>well, today my father fetched me to BPMC again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the service was pretty boring as usual...me, Victoria and Rachel were just drawing in our notebooks X33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so after the service we went opposite to Loyang Point for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;and i saw Lionel there!!!:DDDD muahaha. ahh bish __-__ he was like eating with his lil sister and his mother i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we all finished eating they dropped me off at the bus stop and i took bus 5 to WS...&lt;br /&gt;then i met Daniel outside McDonalds and we just walked up to Comics Connection and found only THREE RAVE MASTER COMICS!!! THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this girl from my class in school and we were just like...HEY!!! I KNOW YOU!!! &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so after we said bye, Daniel and me went up to the library and i tried playing on his nintendo DS...it was really cool. after awhile we decided to go to the bookshop and i found the Death Note comics and the Bleach comics. $5 FOR ONE!!!! then later Daniel and me went back to Comics Connection and he bought me the first Rave Master comic!!! as my christmas present!!! he is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to McDonalds to sit around and look at the comic for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later Rachel came with Victoria, Hui Min and Janene...&lt;br /&gt;as soon as the girls came, Daniel left before i could even say 'WAIT'. -sighs- he is like super shy. &lt;br /&gt;anyway later, the girls like totally FORCED me to take neoprints, man.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the arcade and i saw this super pro small boy on the o2jam drums...&lt;br /&gt;he looked like he was only primary 3 or primary 4... and his mother was like sitting behind waiting for him. OMG he was so PRO!!! so i just stood there like a dummy looking at him play while the others went to play some wierd game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps then we went downstairs to buy some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;then Victoria and Rachel took bus 5 and i took bus 354 back...&lt;br /&gt;walking home through all the construction and dust (it gets really hard to breathe through there sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yep. gosh, i should so enter my mother for this nagging competition out of all the mothers in Singapore. i think she`d win like...the first prize, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1682296944624529551?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1682296944624529551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1682296944624529551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1682296944624529551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1682296944624529551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/daniel-his-ds.html' title='daniel &amp; his DS'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-6975605039631335942</id><published>2008-01-05T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:15:23.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting anja &amp; daniel &lt;3</title><content type='html'>today was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met Anja at WS outside McDonalds at like 10AM. she told me she had to go to POPULAR to buy her stationery for school because apparently in Singapore, we have the best stationery ever for so much less than Australia. but it wasn`t open yet so we decided to go back to McDonalds to get an ice-cream. then the lady at the counter told us that we didn`t sound like we were from Singapore. i told the lady that we both studied in Australia, just that we were born in Singapore. hahaha. then when we walked back upstairs, Anja was like telling me how she got that all the time in Singapore. one time when she was at this hairdresser this old ah ma that was like getting her hair cut said in this really loud voice: "&lt;i&gt;IS THAT GIRL A EURASIAN??? I HATE EURASIANS!&lt;/i&gt;" and Anja was just like...turn AROUND, madam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny just talking about stuff like that. finally when POPULAR was open i helped her to choose some stationery that weren`t too expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we were done we were pretty bored so we walked around somemore...went into some of the shops but didn`t buy anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go to my house so we took bus 354 to the stop opposite DTE and from there we walked to my house. we went to visit Joy to say hi. then we went back to my house...and we just talked a lot. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i went to walk her to the bus stop opposite DTE coz i had to go back to get ready for church. it was drizzling a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to church for the Megalife service i didn`t see anyone i recognised so i sat by myself for pretty much the whole thing. but it was really meaningful. there were all these songs we sang that like...really motivated me and stuff. i mean, even if we think there`s no more reason to live, the only reason we should be living is for God. and why shouldn`t we live for God? :)&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the service i SMSed Daniel to see where he was and eventually i saw him just walking by and i was like DANIEL (i &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; have to call his name twice to get his attention) DANIEL DANIEL!!! man, he`s like so quiet. then i saw one of my older cousins there and he told me i look different O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i walked back...and here i am, now. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-6975605039631335942?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/6975605039631335942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=6975605039631335942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6975605039631335942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6975605039631335942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-anja-daniel-3.html' title='meeting anja &amp; daniel &lt;3'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7803777713698502839</id><published>2008-01-04T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:51:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA orientation</title><content type='html'>wahhhh today damn suay one lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had this horrible relief teacher for art. oh well. all relief teachers suck anyway. anyway she was like this 50 year old aunty who DRESSED like an ah ma, TALKS like an ah ma, LOOKS like an ah ma and WALKS like an ah ma. i mean she had on those thin flowery 3/4 shirt and 3/4 pants with SLIPPERS on. and she gave us so much h/w to do sia!!! wpiang eh. WHOLE morning somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then for drama we had to do stupid dancing. stupid dancing cher act so pro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class 1/6 is so damn funny one lor...when we got back into class someone was like: "&lt;b&gt;HELLO, LESBIANS&lt;/b&gt;" just to get the attention &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got let out late at the end of the day because we didn`t know our timetable for monday. our form teacher always ask us to COPY DOWN our timetable. so bad right? because they said they haven`t confirmed all the subject times yet. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i didn`t get to eat my lunch because the queue for the noodle shop was like super long. so by the time the aunty got to me, my friend was like shouting: "&lt;b&gt;EY CHRISTIE WE GOT TO GO ALRD, LAH!&lt;/b&gt;". so i told the aunty to cancel my order. bloody hell lah, i was so freaking &lt;i&gt;hungry&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;so we had to like run to the hall for the Sec1 CCA orientation. and my goodness, it was the most BORING, STUPIDEST WASTE OF MY PRECIOUS TIME AND LIFE WHEN I COULD BE HANGING OUT WITH ALEX AND VICTORIA TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;what made it worse was that it rained and when we were supposed to be let out at 5:30PM, it ended at freaking 5:52PM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how pissed we all were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then my mother wanted to fetch me home...and there goes another row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody stinking hell lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i`m thinking of joining either basketball or production management. coz there are really funny people there and you don`t have to meet up more than twice a week(:&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking basketball because on the whiteboard the girls like wrote up all these benefits of being in basketball:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you get SLIM&amp;FIT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get really tanned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;confirm pass 2.4km run with flying colours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciate WATER more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go overseas, meaning better shopping and making more friends&lt;/li&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha. i think i`ll go for the auditions and see how they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7803777713698502839?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7803777713698502839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7803777713698502839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7803777713698502839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7803777713698502839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/cca-orientation.html' title='CCA orientation'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7139744204795609508</id><published>2008-01-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:57:41.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn cool</title><content type='html'>okay, i didn`t post yesterday about what happened, so this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the principal called us and told us i actually COULD go to school, but the staff were like still sorting some things out but it was better for me to go just in case i miss some things out. and it was this other admin officer than told my father i didn`t have to go to school this week. BLUFF US SOMEMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now i know i`m in express...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today when i came into class, there wasn`t a teacher. it was supposed to be maths, lah and for the whole double period got no teacher.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go down to drama...just follow this girl who knows pretty much the entire sch. WE GOT AN ANG MOR FOR OUR DRAMA TEACHER. blady hell lah!!! last year i got this super gay drama teacher this year oso have!!!&lt;br /&gt;then when we went back to class, is actually history. but the whole double period got no teacher oso!!! wahhh we all so happy man. want play taiti oso can.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then after that got teacher alrd lah so cannot play play anymore ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo today was pretty fun. made some new friends ^^&lt;br /&gt;the girls sitting around my table are so cool, man :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i took bus 17 to dte then i just cut through costa sands to my house.&lt;br /&gt;then hor, near the bicycle rental shop there was all these ah bengs walking past and then one of them shouts to me: "&lt;b&gt;YOU! SCHOOL UNIFORM! OUT!&lt;/b&gt;" then all his friends laughed and one of them goes: "&lt;b&gt;aiyah he just joking one lah don`t listen to him&lt;/b&gt;" -_-#&lt;br /&gt;not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy i need to buy my books reeeaaaal soon. because believe it or not, i haven`t got ANY of my books yet. i need another school bag too because this one i`ve got just won`t hold the amount of books we`re going to have O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7139744204795609508?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7139744204795609508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7139744204795609508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7139744204795609508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7139744204795609508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-cool.html' title='damn cool'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1226432710795948013</id><published>2008-01-01T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:47:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i can`t believe it`s already 2008. i hope it`s a dream and wake up, and find myself waking up on the 2Xth of December. because pretty much all the 2Xths of December were one of the funnest weeks of my &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;. thanks, Alex for making that week really fun, but now you`re like...so far away now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; seems so far away, now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll miss writing the dates of 2007...&lt;br /&gt;and now it`s all turned into 2008 and we seriously can`t do anything about it because that`s just the way time works, my friend. plus who are we to turn back the hands of time? sure, you might be able to adjust every single one of your clocks in your house in the hopes of turning back time but time`ll just keep going on without you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want time to pass...&lt;br /&gt;which is better, Narnia or Neverland? Narnia takes up no time at all in the real world, and in Neverland you never have to grow up at all.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. maybe Neverland sounds better (:&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;so it`s back to school already...i can`t believe it`s happening already.&lt;br /&gt;no...i`m not going to school this week. everyone asks WHY. because, it`s not compulsory for me to attend the first week of school. it`s basically just orienteering and all that crap. my father called the school the other day and they said they &lt;u&gt;haven`t even marked my tests yet&lt;/u&gt;. but they said my name was already in the school. w...t...H??? and they said, i buy my uniform and my books only when they send us this letter telling me my class and my booklist and all that shit. oh, and they said by this coming Friday we`ll have the letter. how slack are they??? i took the test like WEEKS ago. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church friends, or those who i thought were my &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;, totally aren`t helping. i mean, Regina, Victoria, Janene. you don`t have to act all your religious stuff out on me, alright? believe what you gotta believe, but don`t try telling people like me `cause i don`t learn that way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night at the watchnight service it was actually pretty boring. they didn`t even have a countdown. why? because all these people were going up to share their stories and stuff but i honestly wasn`t payin attention, and that big guy in glasses took his mic and said that our row was being very disrespectful. SO what? who does he think he is, anyway? we`re just trying to live our lives well, unlike you, man. &lt;br /&gt;yeah...and the people sitting in my row (Rachel, me, Janene, Lionel, some friend of Alex`s, Alex and Sean) totally weren`t helping any. Alex kept obsessing over the fact that i like Lionel and poor Lionel was just sitting two whole seats away from me. and Janene and Rachel were like trying to get me to swap seats with Janene so i could sit next to Lionel instead. oh, BOOHOO. -_-# nah, i didn`t switch. i don`t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it`s better not to like anyone because if you find out that the person you like actually doesn`t like you in return, then...it`s really heartbreaking. it`s okay to look at them and all (Janene wouldn`t even let me LOOK at Lionel for crying out loud) but eventually we just gotta grow up. this is the exact problem you`ll NEVER have in Neverland. you don`t know what love means. all you do is have fun everyday and stay a kid with the fairies and all that stuff. too bad Neverland doesn`t exist. oh, boohoo. __-__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i left before the others left. because everyone was still singing all these songs i didn`t know and no one was really talking to me or anything. so what i did was, i told Rachel i was going and that is what i did. ever watched the movie Mean Girls? yeah. this is Cady running from the Halloween party. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;anyway my aunty and my uncle drove me back to my house...&lt;br /&gt;the roads are completely changed already. i don`t really like changes. but i guess it can`t be helped, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Heart-Ache/Completely-Pointless.gif"  alt ="Completely Pointless !"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Heart-Ache/Said-It-Didnt-Hurt.gif"  alt ="Said It Didnt Hurt !"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Heart-Ache/His-Favorite-Hello.gif"  alt ="His Favorite Hello !"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Heart-Ache/All-We-Ever-Will-Be.gif"  alt ="All We Ever Will Be !"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego-box.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/quotes/cat/Heart-Ache/Will-Never-Care.gif"  alt ="Will Never Care !"  border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1226432710795948013?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1226432710795948013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1226432710795948013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1226432710795948013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1226432710795948013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1015351223992107441</id><published>2007-12-31T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:29:12.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; the end</title><content type='html'>well, folks. 2007 has been one of the best and worst years of my life. &lt;br /&gt;it`s time to say goodbye to 2007...`cause we`ll never see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll miss 2007 and the people who helped pull me through living in Australia. maybe we won`t see each other again...maybe we will.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i`m going to the watchnight service tonight at BPMC to see the New Year countdown...&lt;br /&gt;this`ll be the last post for 2007...one of the longest years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i hope next year will be a better year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i just don`t want time to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qZjOZqE9eW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qZjOZqE9eW/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;Hey Girl, I'm sad &lt;br /&gt;I heard that you were leaving &lt;br /&gt;You can't go, you're my best friend &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure gonna miss you &lt;br /&gt;I always think about you &lt;br /&gt;All the time you're on my mind &lt;br /&gt;We played together you and I &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that its true &lt;br /&gt;Now I have to see you leave &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one for me &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend, my best friend &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you go &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know that &lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on you &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait no longer girl &lt;br /&gt;To say what I feel &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;The first time that I saw you &lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the very start &lt;br /&gt;You had a place deep in my heart &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's true &lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for you to leave &lt;br /&gt;And Baby I just can't believe &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend, my best friend &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you go &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know that &lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on you &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait no longer girl &lt;br /&gt;To say what I feel &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;You and me together &lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'll wait forever &lt;br /&gt;It's only the matter of time &lt;br /&gt;'Coz I never wanna see you go &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know &lt;br /&gt;That I can't wait no longer girl &lt;br /&gt;To say what I feel &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss &lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1015351223992107441?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1015351223992107441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1015351223992107441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1015351223992107441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1015351223992107441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-end.html' title='DECEMBER{; the end'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-6484858100972204549</id><published>2007-12-30T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:51:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; hate, hate, hate.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know whether to hate Alex or just pretend like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in church today, i simply told him that Lionel Teo looks nice. and it was just an innocent remark. and the next thing i knew, he was sprinting all around the worship hall screaming: "&lt;b&gt;CHRISTIE LIKES LIONEL!!!&lt;/b&gt;" -_-#&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL, LAH ALEX!&lt;br /&gt;at least Lionel had already left church way beforwe that so he wasn`t there to hear Alex screamin like a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that`s the first reason why i feel like strangling him.&lt;br /&gt;the second reason is that he keeps on telling Jonathan Tan that i sent him these SMSes that i liked him when i actually don`t. when Alex was the one that used MY PHONE, first when i was ordering my chicken rice and left it on the table. second when i left it on the table again when i was ordering my food from Burger King. third was when he just took it from me and wouldn`t give it back to me. so tell me, why do i even know this person? so that i can get him &amp; Vic to talk to each other??? if that`s the only reason why i know him, then to hell with that, i can make other guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the girls totally weren`t helping either. &lt;br /&gt;they fully deserted me to talk to other people for a full hour and the next thing i knew, i SMSed Rachel and told her i was going home. and that is what i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Joy hates me too for some reason. Regina told me some things she said on her blog this morning before church but they weren`t really clear. i don`t intend on going to Joy`s blog. like Toneya told me months ago, "&lt;i&gt;What i don`t know won`t hurt me&lt;/i&gt;" so it`s better to live in oblivion. ignorance, my friend, is &lt;u&gt;bliss&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go eat lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when i thought the one thing i thought to be true all along was just a fake like everything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 6:13PM]&lt;br /&gt;my relatives are now at my house =x&lt;br /&gt;i didn`t even know they were coming :( i think they sort of invited themselves over. oh well. they usually do things like these, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and i was having a nice nap in my room when suddenly my cousin came in LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- still feeling so down...&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Carter`s songs totally ain`t helping either. nothing seems to matter right now except just getting through my life with as little hate as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i ask again, &lt;i&gt;why was my life meant to turn out this way???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 7:48PM]&lt;br /&gt;we finished eating. i`m so full.&lt;br /&gt;ohmyg. i don`t want to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;why can`t Peter Pan come and take me away to Neverland...&lt;br /&gt;why can`t Tinkerbell come and spray pixie dust into my face so i don`t have to be sad all the time otherwise i can`t fly...&lt;br /&gt;why can`t i fly by magic?&lt;br /&gt;i never want to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;i never want to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot i was going out with Victoria tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;why is Alex so freaking irritating...yet so adorable at the same time??? =.=#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-6484858100972204549?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/6484858100972204549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=6484858100972204549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6484858100972204549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/6484858100972204549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-hate-hate-hate.html' title='DECEMBER{; hate, hate, hate.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4850803853096307299</id><published>2007-12-29T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:18:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; new record</title><content type='html'>well, folks. this is my new record: seeing Alex for 7 days in a row. AKA, &lt;u&gt;ALL WEEK&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that? ^^&lt;br /&gt;and i`m seeing him tomorrow in church O_O&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know if i can go to the watchnight on the 31st or not...my mother is going to have a fit when i ask her for permission. i think she might say something like: "&lt;i&gt;WHY YOU GO OUT EVERYDAY ONE??? WHOLE WEEK GO OUT UNTIL SIX PLUS, OKAY! NOW YOU WANT TO SLEEP OVERNIGHT SOMEMORE! NO MORE GOING OUT!!!&lt;/i&gt;" yalah yalah yalah. i can just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i now have 4 pictures of Alex on my handphone. two of them with Gabriel in it and the other two with him just looking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know Alex from the movie MADAGASCAR? i love the bit where him and Marty were running towards each other on the beach. &lt;br /&gt;Alex: MARTY! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Marty: AAAALEX!! &lt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Maarrrty! :D&lt;br /&gt;Marty: Aaaal! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Alex: MARRRty....&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Marty: Alex? O_O&lt;br /&gt;Alex: MAAAAAARTTYYYYYY!!!! &gt;:OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Marty: *turns around* OH Sugar Honey Ice Tea!!! (SHIT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Rachel were thinking of doing that to Alex tomorrow XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha. i feel so evil. &lt;br /&gt;damn. i should`ve got him an Alex alarm clock for Christmas &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today, we (Alex &amp; Rachel &amp; me) were meant to meet up at 10:30AM outside the arcade. well, this was what i did. i SMSed the both of them at like 9 smth in the high hopes that i`d wake them up.&lt;br /&gt;when i took the bus to WS, no one was outside the arcade. so i waited awhile. after awhile i got frustrated and called Rachel. and she goes: "&lt;b&gt;ughghghs. what time is it?&lt;/b&gt;" and i was like...SHE JUST WOKE UP!!! O M G. and then like two hours later, Alex came and found a free car racing game to play in the arcade so i just watched him play. then when he was done playing we just waited for Rachel to come. __-__&lt;br /&gt;lalalalas.&lt;br /&gt;then we played in the arcade awhile.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Burger King to eat our lunch...where i took a picture of him eating O.O" ahh. Alex is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that Alex had to go so we went to the MRT station because Rachel was thinking of going to Tampines to buy her drumsticks. but Alex was going to Bradell so we just got off first. do you know what Alex said to me in the train??? i was hanging on to one of the metal poles in the train, and would you like to know what that BODOH said to me?!?!?! he said: "&lt;b&gt;Christie, you looked like you were about to go pole-dancing right there&lt;/b&gt;". !@#$%^&amp;* BLOODY HELL, LAH, ALEX!!! HOW SICK &amp; PERVERTED IS YOUR MIND!?!?!?! I WAS JUST HANGING ON TO THE POLE SO I WOULDN`T SLIDE OFF AND LAND FACE FIRST IN SOME INNOCENT PASSENGER, ALRIGHT!?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- *calms down* okay anyway Rachel and me played that rock quiz again while walking around. after buying her drumsticks we just walked around and got bored so we went back to WS. then we went to her house.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go upstairs to see whether Kenneth was home but his front door was closed and he didn`t answer my SMS so i was like, to hell with visiting him. let`s go spitting out the 9th floor again. after we`ve had our fun of spitting out the 9th floor, we went back to her house to slack around. then i took a bus back and walked the rest of the way home with an umbrella over my head because it was raining. and my legs were like drenched by the time i got back &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEPS! i`ll see Alex again tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;man. i`ll miss Alex when school starts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alex, if you`re reading this, look at this!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1059/1460168067_2fc32f87dc.jpg?v=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX! do NOT interrupt me when i`m DAYDREAMING! &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LAWL&lt;/i&gt;. from MADAGASCAR once again ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4850803853096307299?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4850803853096307299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4850803853096307299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4850803853096307299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4850803853096307299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-new-record.html' title='DECEMBER{; new record'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2691619366039522125</id><published>2007-12-28T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:33:49.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; all week.</title><content type='html'>i`ve seen Alex &lt;u&gt;all week&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i waited for him outside the arcade but Rachel wasn`t there yet so he pei wo go POPULAR buy a pencil case for myself because the zip on my last one broke and no one i knew could fix it.&lt;br /&gt;SO! i`ve got a dark grey KUKUMALU pencil case with lime green &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;it`s so cute. and it actually matches my bag which is grey and lime green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Rachel met us at POPULAR, and then we went to the arcade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Rachel and me got bored so we went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;then we played a quiz to see who could name as many rock bands/artists as we could, and whoever couldn`t name anymore lost. it was quite fun XDDD then we went to POPULAR to buy some stuff. i got a nice light blue DELIGHT notebook and Rachel got a black and white striped one with a 0.4 black pen i recommended her.&lt;br /&gt;then Alex told me he went to Gabriel`s house so later, me and Rachel went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won`t be mean and put a really hilarious picture of Gabriel here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played on the Wii game Gabriel had...&lt;br /&gt;then we got bored and went downstairs to play block catching barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;when we finished, we just sat around on the benches below and wanted to play TRUTH OR DARE, which didn`t really work. Alex just kept making all these sick, perverted dares. yeps. &lt;br /&gt;because i was sitting on the bench with my feet off the ground barefoot, my slippers were like on the floor. so what Alex did was, he decided it might be funny to take away my slippers and run away with them with Gabriel. so here i was, chasing after them screaming: "&lt;b&gt;GIMME MY SLIPPERS BACK&lt;/b&gt;" =.=#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i had to go back to Gabriel`s place because my bag and my stuff was there. but then they ended up playing the Wii game and i wouldn`t leave without Rachel because we both have to go to the Pasir Ris Interchange to get on our buses home (Rachel: 3, Me: 354). yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would put a picture i took of Alex pretending to sleep but he`d murder me for putting it up here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. by the time i got back, it was already dark and my father went on one of his rare scolding sessions. why so late, stop this nonsense, next time go out earlier, yalah, yalah, yalah. &lt;br /&gt;and i don`t know what to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2691619366039522125?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2691619366039522125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2691619366039522125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2691619366039522125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2691619366039522125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-all-week.html' title='DECEMBER{; all week.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1873468923990765245</id><published>2007-12-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:27:30.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; true</title><content type='html'>today i went out with Alex, Victoria and Rachel to WS...&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, me and Victoria took neoprints because Alex would rather drop dead than be caught taking neoprints with 3 girls. &lt;br /&gt;then we went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty much it for today, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m just thinking about what my father said to me today...&lt;br /&gt;while we were just finishing our lunch, right...he said these words: "&lt;b&gt;the clouds are perpetually hovering in the sky...you can`t even see the blue sky. and the air is so still. it`s like so lonely lidat&lt;/b&gt;". it was as if he just read my mind at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back home for dinner (my mother was upstairs watching TV but my father was reading the newspaper at the dinner table), i talked to my father a bit. he said to me: "&lt;b&gt;true friends will stick with you even if you`re in different schools&lt;/b&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;i think the only true friend i still have from PRPS is Yu Min. she`s the only one who actually WANTS to talk to me no matter what, she`s been my friend since P1, she calls me like all the time. &lt;br /&gt;she`s like seriously a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;so what happened to everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i won`t be separated from the people in BPMC for a long time. that`s why we`re still together. but what if i left BPMC? what then? what if i just stuck to Riverlife, where i hardly have any friends there? would the people i know from BPMC still be as true as Yu Min? true friends are hard to find. i`m so happy i met Yu Min. &lt;br /&gt;but the really sad part is:&lt;br /&gt;i think i came back to Singapore for the wrong reasons. this is exactly what i thought about in Australia. i still don`t know what i want in this life. i don`t want to regret coming back to Singapore. i think i might as well just try following Hakuna Matata &amp; Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/q49TA5hU9R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/q49TA5hU9R/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 woke up it was seven&lt;br /&gt;I waited till eleven&lt;br /&gt;Just to figure out that no one would call&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hear from them&lt;br /&gt;What's another night all alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're spending everyday on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when the night is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'll crawl into my bed staring at these four walls again&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got somewhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And they're gonna leave me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me &lt;br /&gt;Don't fit in with anybody&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And every night is the worst night ever &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid (x10)&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause i'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just a kid tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1873468923990765245?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1873468923990765245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1873468923990765245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1873468923990765245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1873468923990765245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-true.html' title='DECEMBER{; true'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1032454740258280168</id><published>2007-12-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:40:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; alex, alex, alex.</title><content type='html'>WELL. today was basically all about Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would put a picture of Alex i took today (a picture of him laughing like siao) but i think if i put it up and if he saw it, he`d murder me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway at 12:15PM i met him outside the McDonalds at DTE, and you want to know what the really sad part was? we couldn`t get anyone else to join us. so Alex &amp; me were like...let`s hide in Burger King because McDonalds was so freaking crowded. &lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth, i hardly ever eat at Burger King. but Alex told me that he keeps on getting the same thing everytime he goes there so he said: "&lt;b&gt;just buy what i buy&lt;/b&gt;". a student meal BK Chicken. see? look how many stupid things i remember? i even remember the name of the meal i ORDERED for crying out loud. &lt;br /&gt;then i saw Dave from PRPS (that head prefect dude Serene &amp; me saw at Pasir Ris park last time) ordering smth at Burger King and we were both like...you look familiar. so we just like chatted for like 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after eating we walked, YES, WALKED all the way to Alex`s house which was near Greenview. we were actually going to go to Lionel`s house but it was so hard to reach him since he didn`t have a hp!!! so Alex was like..."&lt;b&gt;ahhhh forget him. we`ll go to my house&lt;/b&gt;". then Gabriel ended up going to Alex`s house too. &lt;br /&gt;that was where the fun began. again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny at Alex`s house leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;we played monopoly first but then grew tired of it after Alex decided to put HSM2 on. then we went into a room with a TV in it to watch while Alex decided it would be nice to hog O2Jam. i`m more pro than him. haha. &lt;br /&gt;Gabriel actually chose a dog for his monopoly guy, and Alex was like obsessing for the whole day over his dog having a number 7 on his ass.&lt;br /&gt;then Alex kept jumping on poor Gabriel and kicking him in the nuts __-__ well, he only kicked him one time. poor, poor Gabriel. but it made me laugh so much LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;after watching HSM2, we played taiti awhile. i kept on getting the biggest cards *feels lucky* LOL. then Alex kept saying: "&lt;b&gt;GABRIEL YOU HAVE A NUMBER 7 ON YOUR ASS&lt;/b&gt;" and then...he kept saying Gabriel has big boobs -_-# LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;then Alex told us about this celebrity called PORN SAK *seriously* and for the rest of the day he was like cracking all these jokes about how his parents might have wanted to name him PORN SAK XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;ahh. *stomach hurts from laughing so much* &lt;br /&gt;yeah. everytime he said that we start laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;so after playing taiti, he showed us these MOCCA videos. lame but seriously funny LOL. then we played cheat. then speed cheat LOL!!! then we were going to play taiti again but it was getting pretty late =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after laughing like heck over Alex`s damn funny jokes, we ran to the bus stop and Alex &amp; Gabriel were just chasin each other arnd the place. so i got on the bus 358 and walked the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. there`s always laughter with Alex around. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1032454740258280168?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1032454740258280168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1032454740258280168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1032454740258280168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1032454740258280168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-alex-alex-alex.html' title='DECEMBER{; alex, alex, alex.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-265136779582959251</id><published>2007-12-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:03:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; merry christmas, loves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with Joy to WS where we met Jalyn &amp;amp; Claudia. we met outside McDonalds. then Zhe Ru took like ages just to come, man.&lt;br /&gt;we saw a bird on the floor outside McDonalds. dw, it was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of bird here when father/brother get off the good computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to take neoprints. :DD after that, Claudia had to go home. then Joy and me decided it would be funny to ditch Jalyn and Zhe Ru, and hide in KFC while we SMS them, saying we were in Comics Connection. then when they got to Comics Connection, we told them we were in POPULAR. then when they got there, we told them we were really in KFC &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;!!! burn some fats, ladies. Zhe Ru said: "&lt;b&gt;wahhh ai ai i want to strangle you leh&lt;/b&gt;". O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i actually saw Alex and Jonathan Tan in WS! &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;!!! so hilarious man. fancy seeing Alex three days in a row. (when i got home, i told Claudia about it and she got like so jealous because she really wanted to see Jonathan Tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so when we all went back to Loyang Place, Jalyn and Joy decided to go to Pasir Ris Park by Zhe Ru`s scooters (BAAAAD MISTAKE) and when we got there, to our dismay, we realised we left our wallets back at the house. we were like soo freaking thirsty. oh well. good training for NAPFA test &lt;i&gt;LAWL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got back, we went on the computer awhile before Jalyn decided to go home. later i went to shower to get ready to go to my relatives house (father`s side of the family &amp;hearts; ♥ ♥). my (35 year old) cousin Jared, (32 year old) cousin Jeremy, (24 year old) cousin James and my (17 year old) brother decided to walk out to the minimart near the basketball court opposite PRPS and buy some drinks. when we got back, we concocted the BEST drink ever (with a little bit of alcohol, they told me later). it was soooo refreshing, man. we put in like two bottles of peach teas, one bottle of pink 7up, one bottle of apple &amp;amp; cranberry juice and loads of ice. it was the best, man.&lt;br /&gt;it was a really nice christmas. plus they lived on the 12th floor, which had like the nicest view you could ever get from an HDB flat. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, FIRST THING in the morning when i finished getting ready for church, mama starts nagging. nagging nagging nagging. my goodness. no wonder i chose to move to Australia. hahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my NICE father decided to drive me to BPMC since it was like 9:54AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...when i got to the worship hall i saw Alex &amp;amp; Victoria. i think the musical on the 23rd was SOOOO much better, man.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after church i went with Victoria, Janene, Alex, Gabriel and Alex`s friend to Loyang Point food court. Janene, Gabriel, me and Victoria ate chicken rice while the rest filled themselves with talking instead O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrr4SBYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/br5M8-xZDkI/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249542806865282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrr4SBYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/br5M8-xZDkI/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel molesting Ronald McDonald`s statue.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel in the green shirt, Alex in the bluey shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back to the church the others played taiti awhile...and slowly they 'taught' me how to play a bit. then Victoria`s uncle picked me and Victoria up from church and brought us to his house. that was where the fun began &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw James &amp; Jeremy there and we started off by playing Taboo. then we played taiti. then we played monopoly. that was when Alex decided it would be nice to SMS me like siao and ask whether he could go to Victoria`s uncle`s house to play with us. finally, Victoria agreed and then James gave Alex directions to the house since he fully couldn`t understand ME. then after awhile James had the feeling that Alex must have taken a wrong road so he told Alex to stay where he was while we got into the car and fetch him. so James was just like: "&lt;b&gt;look out for the lost boy&lt;/b&gt;". haha. then we saw Alex standing like this lonely little boy in a blue shirt. bwahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;then when we went back to the house we continued playing monopoly awhile. when James &amp;amp; Jeremy had to go, Alex, me and Victoria decided to play hide and seek which didn`t last for very long &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. then we just chatted and played one round of Cheat before Victoria`s uncle sent us home &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is so damn hilarious man. X33 &lt;br /&gt;the only drawback: he won`t stop obsessing over my so-called Australian accent &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/christieohaihui!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit wsas made at 7:34PM]&lt;br /&gt;seriously, who does she think she is, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;this is my mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it really sucks like shit to have a principal as your mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it sucks even more when she thinks she`s disciplining you WELL, but when she only makes matters worse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she thinks she`s like this perfectionist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she likes to exercise her authority (of being the loudest in the family, the only $$ earner in the family etc.) in front of us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she doesn`t know her nagging can kill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;everytime we talk to her, at least one negative thing has got to come out of her mouth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she`s so unreasonable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she earns SO much as a principal, yet she keeps nagging us to turn off the mains for everything except the fridge mains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she says no to everything her kids ask&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she says a lot of things she doesn`t mean (refusing to buy my school uniform, school books etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;she acts completely different in front of others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shyt i have to go now. maybe more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 10:22PM]&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. i just counted how many SMSes there were in my hp inbox. i had like 31 undeleted. and since the first SMS Alex sent me, i counted &lt;u&gt;18 SMSes&lt;/u&gt; so far. he sends even more than VICTORIA, for crying out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-265136779582959251?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/265136779582959251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=265136779582959251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/265136779582959251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/265136779582959251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-merry-christmas-loves.html' title='DECEMBER{; merry christmas, loves!'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrr4SBYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/br5M8-xZDkI/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3986160807097569212</id><published>2007-12-24T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:51:06.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; merry christmas (eve)</title><content type='html'>well, now. i haven`t been blogging since FRIDAY. and there`s so much to blog about. let`s start where i stopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i went to Joy`s house to play the Sims 2. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;then i ate my lunch at her house while watching this uber childish christmas show on kidscentral (we didn`t really want to watch that. the tv just so happened to be on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 1smth we went to walk to WS and Jalyn was like SMSing me and calling me so much -_-# and then she wanted to talk to Joy, and Joy was like screaming into the phone "&lt;b&gt;YOU BODOH WE`RE ALREADY IN WS LAH!!!&lt;/b&gt;" and i was just like laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;then Jalyn just told us she was on the 3rd floor so we went like 360º around the whole 3rd floor before finally finding her O.O believe me, it is no joke trying to find one person in WS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw Shermaine with Jalyn then we went to ComicsConnection to buy some cute things. my hp is already conjested with stuffed toys so i have decided not to put anymore dangly thingys on it ;))) *inspiration from Misa-Misa`s hp from DEATH NOTE 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBq74SBUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nlhA0FgNym0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249529921963330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBq74SBUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nlhA0FgNym0/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine on the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrL4SBVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wizYVLs0EQw/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249534216930642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrL4SBVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wizYVLs0EQw/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and Jalyn at the entrance to POPULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...we pretty much were laming around. going to McDonalds eating vanilla ice-creams and sending songs via bluetooth...then later wishing we hadn`t bought anything but i surprisingly managed to have 55 cents in my wallet...for the bus fare to go to BPMC.&lt;br /&gt;so, Joy was like: "&lt;b&gt;bus 358 goes opposite DTE&lt;/b&gt;" and, whadya know? it was BUS 354&lt;i&gt;LAH, BODOH!!!&lt;/i&gt; so we had to walk across the carpark and i saw Jonathan Tan riding his bike O_O gosh, he`s grown so freaking TALL!&lt;br /&gt;so when we got to Riverlife, the msg was quite good. pastor vincent so funny. can`t believe he had a gang when he was in sec sch. atom gang. sheesh how pathetic X3&lt;br /&gt;fuuu xinn de rennnnnnn~ LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i was walking Shermaine out to the bus stop and when i came back to the green side gate, we totally passed Maeve. and Joy and me and Jalyn were like screaming: "&lt;b&gt;MAAAAAEEEEVVVEEEE!!!&lt;/b&gt;" and she totally didn`t hear us. we were like less than half a classroom away from her man. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then we walked back to Loyang Place. but i saw my relative`s cars parked along the road so i had to say goodbye and run home. sure enough, all of them were already EAING - EATING!??!! - WITHOUT &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;!! oh well. but who could blame one for being hungry?&lt;br /&gt;yeah then my cousin Natalie sent me some funny pics through her hp...then we played o2jam until they had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ended a nice SATURDAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10smth my parents decided to drive me out to the front of Victoria`s condominium &lt;s&gt;out of pure kindness&lt;/s&gt; because they had to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met Victoria there then we took bus 89 to BPMC. yeah, the service was pretty boring. i liked riverlife`s one better ;)&lt;br /&gt;after church we went to McDonalds in Loyang Point to eat our lunch. camwhored for like 2 hours straight, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrb4SBWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lCJJ0WMqxcE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249538511897954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrb4SBWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lCJJ0WMqxcE/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrb4SBXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ChBnvK9QBJk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249538511897970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBrb4SBXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ChBnvK9QBJk/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear (second) cousin Victoria wearing the hat i gave her as one of the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JDq74SBZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CTonp-ihq04/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148251728945218962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JDq74SBZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CTonp-ihq04/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janene when she wasn`t payin attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JDrL4SBaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/miVYV8ql38Y/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148251733240186274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JDrL4SBaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/miVYV8ql38Y/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a super close up of Rachel because she was sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina had to go first. then Christie Leong had to go. then we went to this shop that sold those small little tortoise and i bought one for $2. and i &lt;i&gt;hung it on my hp&lt;/i&gt;. after that i swore a solemn vow never to hang anything more on my hp. unless one of them breaks.&lt;br /&gt;yeah then Victoria had to go and apparently she left Rachel`s bible on an unused counter outside and WE TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT but i`ll come to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Janene, Rachel and i went to Rachel`s house which is like opposite Loyang Point, forgetting her bible. we got to Rachel`s house and Rachel fully played this prank on Janene TWICE about that scary maze game and Janene totally screamed blue murder TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbJdcktBpo8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbJdcktBpo8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd video of janene will be up here when my father gets off the good computer yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Janene had to go home. so i stayed at Rachel`s house all day. then i realised that Kenneth lived 2 FLOORS DIRECTLY ABOVE HER (same gate number, different floor) and so i thought it might be nice to go up and say hi. but i only saw his grandmother there and she said they haven`t come back from their holiday yet. but Kenneth SMSed me at like 10+PM that it was only THEN that he came back from his holiday. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;so for the whole afternoon me and Rachel were like spitting out the 9th storey of the building and seeing where it landed. laughter is the best medicine, my dear. i`ve never laughed so much in my life. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so afterwards we went to Loyang Point. and when we got back to the counter in the high hopes that Rachel`s bible was still there, AMAZINGLY IT HAD SURVIVED THERE ALL AFTERNOON. O M G. LOL!!! Rachel and me were like...&lt;i&gt;WHOAH&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;later we went to the food court to eat our dinner. mine was a nice, cheap $3 chicken rice and i finished my dinner before Rachel`s dinner even ARRIVED. why? because she ordered &lt;u&gt;western food&lt;/u&gt;. so Victoria met us there and she helped us ask the uncle to da bao for us while Rachel and me went to 7-11 to buy some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we fully ran to BPMC because we were a few minutes late for the christmas musical. but we managed to get a &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; spot. it wasn`t that good because Alex &amp;amp; Sean were RIGHT BEHIND US -_-# i wonder if Alex knows he never stops talking. (Alex is Jonathan Tan`s friend in the same school) anyway Alex was like disturbing us for like the whole thing which was actually sort of good because only the musical was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JDrb4SBbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dkoVcqEZVuQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148251737535153586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JDrb4SBbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dkoVcqEZVuQ/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first slide when we got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pastor`s message was so boring. it`s good to have some entertainment during boring times, even though we were being like really rude not listening to the pastor and all.&lt;br /&gt;dammit, i knew we should`ve stuck to the back seats. because later some uncle told us to be polite and pay attention. sheesh. to make matters worse, Victoria thought it would be nice to act mature and tell us to stop, too. sheesh, Victoria i thought you were Bubbles. you should change to Blossom and Regina can be Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the service we went downstairs to sit on the stage while Rachel ate her &lt;i&gt;da bao-ed&lt;/i&gt; western food that was probably all cold and soggy 3X and these 2baby boys were like fully disturbing poor Alex. then, to finish it off, Victoria`s uncle (my father`s cousin) drove us home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ended a wonderful SUNDAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m just posting in the morning. i`m going out with Joy later. this morning Victoria SMSed me and told me Alex wanted my hp number. BLOODY HELL, CAN`T HE JUST ASK ME HIMSELF??? *shakes head* boys these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/christieohaihui!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3986160807097569212?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3986160807097569212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3986160807097569212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3986160807097569212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3986160807097569212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-merry-christmas-eve.html' title='DECEMBER{; merry christmas (eve)'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R3JBq74SBUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nlhA0FgNym0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7440548242923204341</id><published>2007-12-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:41:54.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; twelve days of xmas</title><content type='html'>-_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the maths test today at SACSS. oh my !@#$%^&amp;amp;*. it was so &lt;font color="red"&gt;bloody freaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;i skipped more than half of the questions, man. but the principal said she`d already accept me into her school way before i took that maths test, because she`s got like two other girls in the school who actually went to study in Australia, and they decided to come back to study in Singapore, like me. so she said she understood perfectly well what we went through. she also said the maths test was very hard for those girls as well. WELL, WHADYA KNOW? I`M NOT THE ONLY ONE. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i never knew bus 17 took so long to get there. since it was like my first time going there by bus, i said i`d have to stay AWAKE just to make sure i don`t skip the bus stop i was supposed to get off at. bloody hell. i should`ve gone to sleep in the bus. it took like more than half an hour to get there &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;like Chris Tucker said in the movie RUSH HOUR 2, "&lt;b&gt;I CAN`T BELIEVE I FLEW TEN THOUSAND MILES FOR THIS SHIT!!!&lt;/b&gt;". yeah. that was how i felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, NO ONE i know is going to SACSS. sheesh. Shermaine was &lt;i&gt;SO RIGHT&lt;/i&gt;. i somehow just don`t want to leave every single one of my PRPS friends behind. it would be so hard. not after all those years we spent together in the classroom. but in a way i feel guilty of going to Australia, leaving them for like P4, 5 and 6. i wonder what my life would`ve been like if i haven`t gone to Australia. and now i`m going to an all-girls school. oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was my life meant to turn out this way???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to get my hair cut shorter. but you can`t really tell. that was what i took before the hairdresser came to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2u90L4SBSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/O1mHHEwz-B0/s1600-h/hairshop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2u90L4SBSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/O1mHHEwz-B0/s200/hairshop1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146415703440622882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2u90b4SBTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bucGWfLSdv4/s1600-h/hairshop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2u90b4SBTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bucGWfLSdv4/s200/hairshop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146415707735590194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY HANDPHONE!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white nail polish just for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two vintage Ts&lt;/strong&gt; and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three bubble teas&lt;/strong&gt;, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;4th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four handphone charms&lt;/strong&gt;, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;5th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five cameras&lt;/strong&gt;, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;6th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;six iPod nanos&lt;/strong&gt;, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;7th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven roxy slippers&lt;/strong&gt;, six iPod nanos, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;8th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eight tiny skateboards&lt;/strong&gt;, seven roxy slippers, six iPod nanos, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;9th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nine hamsters squeaking&lt;/strong&gt;, eight tiny skateboards, seven roxy slippers, six iPod nanos, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;10th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ten silver bracelets&lt;/strong&gt;, nine hamsters squeaking, eight tiny skateboards, seven roxy slippers, six iPod nanos, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;11th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eleven harmonicas&lt;/strong&gt;, ten silver bracelets, nine hamsters squeaking, eight tiny skateboards, seven roxy slippers, six iPod nanos, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;12th&lt;/strong&gt; day of christmas, this cool gal gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twelve million dollars&lt;/strong&gt;, eleven harmonicas, ten silver bracelets, nine hamsters squeaking, eight tiny skateboards, seven roxy slippers, six iPod nanos, five cameras, four handphone charms, three bubble teas, two vintage Ts and white nail polish just for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by BART SIMPSON`S GUIDE TO LIFE - Matt Groening)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7440548242923204341?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7440548242923204341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7440548242923204341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7440548242923204341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7440548242923204341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-bus-17.html' title='DECEMBER{; twelve days of xmas'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2u90L4SBSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/O1mHHEwz-B0/s72-c/hairshop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7594981033288730954</id><published>2007-12-19T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:05:35.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; phone!</title><content type='html'>YES!!! A HP!!! OF MY VERY OWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;my mother actually bought for me the SIM card first...&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt; after i sat for the (english) test at St Anthony's Cannosian Secondary School. i`m sitting for the maths test this friday like from 2:00PM to 3:30PM, probably. anyway, my hp model is the Nokia 5300 - XpressMusic. it`s got like...radio...MP3 player...CAMERA...and it`s like this sliding phone. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the english test when i had to write this compo on describing someone special to me, i was like just sitting there going...O M G. until i decided to write about Temily. because maybe writing about an ang mor might just spice things up a little ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday when i went to YuMin`s house, i decided to cut through Pasir Ris park to get to my house because that entire long road from DTE is on FREAKING CONSTRUCTION and it`s sooo dusty &amp; full of banglas ):&lt;br /&gt;the one thing i hate about these construction workers building this condominium near my house is that at night, those workers could actually get a pair of binoculars and look into my room O_O even worse, my BATHROOM is connected to my room. FACING THE CONDOMINIUM. bloody hell. they couldn`t pick a nicer spot to build a condominium __-__&lt;br /&gt;anyway i`m like quite thankful for going to Yu Min`s house yesterday because she managed to teach me some maths...well, to be more precise, she didn`t actually teach me...i just asked her things like "do you times this and that to get so-and-so" and if she just replied in the affirmative then that pretty much settled it all XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the internet was on maintenance so i didn`t use it for the whole day. but that didn`t really bother me because i wasn`t even at home for the whole day &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. i was at SAC taking my test *bwahahahahahahaha*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my parents got this freaking 19 inch LCD monitor and i was just like: "&lt;b&gt;WHY IS IT SO FREAKING HUGE?!?!?!?&lt;/b&gt;" and my parents just go: "&lt;b&gt;they don`t sell the 14 inch ones anymore. this was the smallest size we could get&lt;/b&gt;". CRIKEY! the screen is so damn huge. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m actually quite happy it didn`t rain today.&lt;br /&gt;and i just love being in possession of a hp ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. none of my Christmas wishes have been fulfilled. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7594981033288730954?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7594981033288730954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7594981033288730954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7594981033288730954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7594981033288730954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-phone_19.html' title='DECEMBER{; phone!'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7433468108598604019</id><published>2007-12-17T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:18:48.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; home.</title><content type='html'>my mother finally got the Starhub guy to come and fix our internet, that`s why i`m able to blog at home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how great it feels to be home. &lt;br /&gt;so here i am in the darker, hotter and more humid world of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched like two movies on the plane...Shrek the Third and The Simpsons Movie. they were pretty good but Shrek the Third wasn`t exactly &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; fantastic. the stupid guy sitting in the seat in front of me kept his seat reclined for the WHOLE journey and i didn`t have the heart to go over and tell him something like: "&lt;b&gt;excuse me, please put your seat upright because i`m feeling really squished at the back&lt;/b&gt;". so my little TV was like uber close to my face and that`s why i only watched two movies because for the rest of the trip, i had a nap against my brother`s arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back, i went over to Zhe Ru`s house and Joy was there with Claudia XDD&lt;br /&gt;and Zhe Min fully jumped out of her seat and sprinted all the way to give me a hug. Aw. she can be really hyper sometimes. no, not sometimes. ALL THE TIME -_-# &lt;br /&gt;anyway we went to jump on ZR`s trampoline and then Shermaine came with Xin Yi XDD then we all ended up jumping on the trampoline but Shermaine kept falling down O.O"&lt;br /&gt;when we were all tired of jumping because our stomachs were like hurting from jumping so much and laughing so much (at Shermaine falling down), we decided to go to Shermaine`s chalet at DTE. it was quite fun just walking there. because we saw this group of ah bengs in front of us walking the typical ah beng walk (swinging your arms and walking noisily because of their slippers and talking super loud and laughing even louder) and we decided to imitate them. bwahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;anyway Shermaine`s chalet was quite fun XDD we saw Serene &amp; Jolina &amp; Charlene &amp; Esther there :DD plus Claudia and the other peeps were like trying to get me to speak chinese &gt;.&lt;" at least i still managed to &lt;u&gt;understand&lt;/u&gt; what they were saying XDD i just can`t speak chinese without sounding really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ZR &amp; Joy came to my house for like a few hours to teach me some Maths...but they all ended up sleeping on the chairs because they said my house feels like making them go to sleep. wierd. anyway ZR went back and Joy ate at my house...&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures of Loyang Place that i`m going to put on our blog LATER...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at 1+ we went to WS and Kenneth was late &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. so when we were in Popular i went outside to look for them then i saw AARON, BALA &amp; KENNETH just getting off the escalator. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;we went to the library after the guys went to KFC which was like on the very bottom floor (we srsly hated walking all the way down). then when Kenneth was like trying to teach me smth that stupid Aaron kept talking rubbish...SOOO hard to concentrate with him around, man. then Bala never talk, just laugh and laugh at Aaron =x HE`S SO FREAKING TALL, MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when ZR`s mother came looking for us in the library we had to like...go. and when Zhe Min came to like give me a hug and just kachao me again...the boys were like...is THAT YOUR SISTER??? and i was just like...no, it`s her *points to ZR* sister. and they`re just blinking at ZR going: Oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i played The Sims 2 at Joy`s house when we got back...it was like raining all afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my BROTHER`S FRIEND FROM AUSTRALIA (who is actually Singaporean) IS GOING TO STAY AT OUR HOUSE FOR A MONTH. WAHPIANG EH HE THINK FREE ONE AH? CAN STAY WITH US LIKE NO CHARGE LIDAT ONE AH??? -sighs- but my brother is the anything-for-a-friend type of person. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bury my face in maths workbooks T.T&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;/ i left Neverland; i went home. and i said goodbye to the last three years that were just pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7433468108598604019?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7433468108598604019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7433468108598604019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7433468108598604019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7433468108598604019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-home.html' title='DECEMBER{; home.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1459794156470158833</id><published>2007-12-15T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:25:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; precious time</title><content type='html'>it`s the last post for me in Australia. the house we`re in right now is all empty, save for a couple of chairs, one bed, two desks and two computers. yeah. i`m going back tomorrow. but why don`t i feel as excited as some other people? yeah...nothing matters to me anymore. i can finally let go of...&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. everything in the world. i even gave my drawing book to Aleya this morning. it used to be so treasured by me. but Aleya wanted it so much so i gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, she and Temily came to my house to bring me to Aleya`s house. to say goodbye. but Aleya was taking care of a huge dog that actually belonged to her friend, and when we got back to her house, the dog wasn`t there, and the netting near the gate was broken. so we went running around the whole neighbourhood in the bitterly cold wind screaming "&lt;b&gt;DIVA!!!&lt;/b&gt;" (the dog`s name). but we didn`t find her. so Aleya`s father was like scolding her while me and Temily were just standing by...in the end, her father dropped both of us home. i hope Aleya finds Diva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole house looks so big right now. it`s just so...&lt;i&gt;empty&lt;/i&gt;. i could practically do the cartwheels (which i`ve never even tried before) and not hit anything at all. that`s how empty the house is. i got a whole lot of packing up to do. i hate this life. i don`t see any reason why i shouldn`t. you can`t change the past. hakuna matata. so why worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye Australia. this is going to be hard to say, but...i`ll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;if it weren`t for my friends in Singapore, i`d never go back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;thanks Regina, Victoria, YuMin, TX &amp; Joy for keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara, adios, adieu; farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this fine? I'm not fine&lt;br /&gt;Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake (stay awake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dance Inside, The All-American Rejects&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1459794156470158833?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1459794156470158833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1459794156470158833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1459794156470158833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1459794156470158833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-precious-time.html' title='DECEMBER{; precious time'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-908940041405338072</id><published>2007-12-13T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:40:44.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; 100th Post</title><content type='html'>how coincidental that it should be the end of school, and yet my 100th post. &lt;br /&gt;i don`t know how to feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in science, we went to the other classroom to watch The Simpsons Movie.&lt;br /&gt;in design&amp;technology, Mr Waterman even brought in a little TV so we could watch Mr Bean shows.&lt;br /&gt;in SS, we watched Hot Fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;in maths, Mr Oates let us do whatever we wanted on the computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave Temily and Aleya my address in Singapore so they could still keep in contact with me, like penpals. &lt;br /&gt;i remember today when i was on the field with Miss Tapley during PE because she was just saying goodbye to us, and usually half the school walks across the field to get to the bus stops. and Temily saw me and gave me one last hug before we said goodbye and i just watched her walk across with her party hat still on her head, carrying her prizes from SS.&lt;br /&gt;Emma P. gave me such a loving hug during lunch. i can tell she`s going to be a great mother if she ever becomes one.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote Aleya`s brother an 'in advance' little letter. i`m apparently her brother's tooth fairy. because she said i`ve got really tiny writing so it might look like a fairy wrote it. i wrote it in that usual shiny silver gel pen. &lt;br /&gt;i`ll miss my contact class XDD they were like...family. like Miss Tapley said at the beginning of the year: "&lt;i&gt;your contact class is going to be just like your family&lt;/i&gt;". i`ll miss waving to Ryo. i`ll miss sitting with Casey and Temily, just rushing to get out to lunch through those double gym doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s funny...how time flies. never been more grateful for those who kept me alive during the times when i thought i must be dead. it`s just as if...when i stepped out of my different classrooms today, i knew there wouldn`t be any trace of me left. what`s gone is gone; they will never come again. it`s hard to know what to feel during times like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m going to have to pack my bags tonight. i`ve got three days to pack. may God help me; and have mercy upon my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do You Remember When&lt;br /&gt;Getting high meant swinging at the playground?&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you could get from girls was cooties?&lt;br /&gt;Dad was your hero &amp; Mom was the only girl in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Race issues were who ran the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;War was a card game?&lt;br /&gt;The only drug you knew of was cough medicine?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that hurt was skinned knees?&lt;br /&gt;The only things that could get broken were your toys?&lt;br /&gt;Life was simple and carefree?&lt;br /&gt;but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;And now that the innocence of childhood is gone... &lt;br /&gt;I Yearn for it all again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/prayerr.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made on Friday, 14th December at 11:54AM, 10:54AM in Singapore]&lt;br /&gt;i took these photos last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxt74SBPI/AAAAAAAAANw/kzyP6RDg5QA/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxt74SBPI/AAAAAAAAANw/kzyP6RDg5QA/s200/P1010184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143658020903978226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxub4SBQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9-iid78dxH4/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxub4SBQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9-iid78dxH4/s200/P1010185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143658029493912834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxur4SBRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2Hs84FeGgbQ/s1600-h/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxur4SBRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2Hs84FeGgbQ/s200/P1010186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143658033788880146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made on 6:39PM, 5:39PM]&lt;br /&gt;and here are my flight details just in case you were wondering...but i don`t think anyone will probably bother, anyway. it`s just for your interest.&lt;br /&gt;FLIGHT DETAILS:&lt;br /&gt;Arriving time: 5:20PM approx.&lt;br /&gt;Airlines: Quantas.&lt;br /&gt;Terminal: 1&lt;br /&gt;Arriving date: 16/12/2007.&lt;br /&gt;Will be wearing: a black and grey striped hoodie with jeans, carrying many bags.&lt;br /&gt;Will be accompanied by: An older brother about 1.75m tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-908940041405338072?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/908940041405338072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=908940041405338072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/908940041405338072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/908940041405338072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-100th-post.html' title='DECEMBER{; 100th Post'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R2Hxt74SBPI/AAAAAAAAANw/kzyP6RDg5QA/s72-c/P1010184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-5379812727383930960</id><published>2007-12-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:28:05.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; loves</title><content type='html'>i brought our camera to school today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197miCMM3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/j_NMKxEvQUY/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142965201381634930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197miCMM3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/j_NMKxEvQUY/s200/P1010167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first picture: Temily PEACE! nice pose, Tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197myCMM4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/UAOK8lgn-N4/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142965205676602242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197myCMM4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/UAOK8lgn-N4/s200/P1010169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Temily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197nSCMM5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/r0t9cejHlgg/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142965214266536850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197nSCMM5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/r0t9cejHlgg/s200/P1010171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temily, Emma P. and Amy Lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197nSCMM6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/uS07EDIE_QI/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142965214266536866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197nSCMM6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/uS07EDIE_QI/s200/P1010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. this is the place where we usually sit at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197nyCMM7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/O2cxAk2DPGQ/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142965222856471474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197nyCMM7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/O2cxAk2DPGQ/s200/P1010173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Emma P. helped me take this photo because Reene wouldn`t let me take a picture of her. well, if you can`t &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; tell, she`s the one in the middle ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1996yCMM8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/3Pe7oRX7Q4Q/s1600-h/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142967748297241538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1996yCMM8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/3Pe7oRX7Q4Q/s200/P1010177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey during contact class when the teacher wasn`t looking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1997SCMM9I/AAAAAAAAANA/_Su3m4hgIHo/s1600-h/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142967756887176146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1997SCMM9I/AAAAAAAAANA/_Su3m4hgIHo/s200/P1010178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temily during (the same) contact class when the teacher wasn`t looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1997iCMM-I/AAAAAAAAANI/bhzVgKIDCAo/s1600-h/P1010179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142967761182143458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1997iCMM-I/AAAAAAAAANI/bhzVgKIDCAo/s200/P1010179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bench Casey and me were sitting on in contact class. haha that was Casey`s foot and my skirt. that`s not a very nice spot on the bench, is it? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1998CCMM_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tT6rten6ls0/s1600-h/P1010180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142967769772078066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1998CCMM_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tT6rten6ls0/s200/P1010180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i took this as soon as the bell went and everyone was leaving through that door. Miss Tapley was like at the end of the gym...i hope she didn`t see me with the camera O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1998iCMNAI/AAAAAAAAANY/-f2ZCquXQvU/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142967778362012674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1998iCMNAI/AAAAAAAAANY/-f2ZCquXQvU/s200/P1010181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle during lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R19_GiCMNBI/AAAAAAAAANg/S27iEyjVGWg/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142969049672332306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R19_GiCMNBI/AAAAAAAAANg/S27iEyjVGWg/s200/P1010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbatha during drama when that ghey teacher wasn`t paying attention...like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R19_HCCMNCI/AAAAAAAAANo/pBdtrNGhizc/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142969058262266914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R19_HCCMNCI/AAAAAAAAANo/pBdtrNGhizc/s200/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toneya during drama.&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/6400683761629043912-5379812727383930960?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/5379812727383930960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=5379812727383930960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5379812727383930960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/5379812727383930960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-loves.html' title='DECEMBER{; loves'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R197miCMM3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/j_NMKxEvQUY/s72-c/P1010167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7845868937801530363</id><published>2007-12-11T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:35:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>today, in &lt;i&gt;every single one of my classes&lt;/i&gt; except science, we watched a video. how quirky is that?&lt;br /&gt;for SS, we watched this strange documentary about this 5300 year old mummy found in the Alps.&lt;br /&gt;for english, we watched videos on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;for japanese, we watched The Lion King in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;for health, we watched I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;u&gt;rained&lt;/u&gt; today. in science, Matt was just like: "&lt;b&gt;IS IT SUMMER???&lt;/b&gt;" and Jared goes: "&lt;b&gt;It can rain in summer&lt;/b&gt;" and Matt, with his usual response to anything that Jared says: "&lt;b&gt;Shut up, Prentis&lt;/b&gt;" (everyone refers to Jared as his last name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my, goodness. i`m still not getting anywhere in my maths. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, Victoria for inspiring me to keep an emo-free blog, as well as Joy &amp;amp; TX &amp;amp; Regina &amp;amp; Stephanie for cheerin me up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just for the record, i`ll just tell everyone &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt; that there`s really nothing i can do when it comes to choosing schools in Singapore &gt;.&lt;" and the school i`m going to have to go to next year is St Anthony's Cannosian Secondary School. why? because my mother, being a principal (for once, i am finally thankful for my mother being a principal because she practically knows like every single principal of every single secondary school) is friends with the principal in St Anthony's Cannosian Secondary School and the principal agreed to let me sit for the test on the 19th December. it`s an &lt;i&gt;all girls school&lt;/i&gt;. just when my luck couldn`t get any worse, it has to be all the way in &lt;u&gt;Bedok&lt;/u&gt;. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to write down my Christmas wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria`s already written hers X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new bottle of black nail polish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a bottle of white nail polish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a bottle of clear nail polish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on a shopping spree with Tori&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(silver) charms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monokuroboo sling bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nightmare before christmas sling bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a SONY Cybershot digital camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Nokia 6111&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new pair of running shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;impulse &lt;strong&gt;ico&lt;/strong&gt; deodorant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;impulse &lt;strong&gt;illusion&lt;/strong&gt; deodorant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a scooter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7845868937801530363?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7845868937801530363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7845868937801530363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7845868937801530363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7845868937801530363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-tuesday-morning.html' title='DECEMBER{; tuesday morning'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2429902841500944012</id><published>2007-12-06T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:21:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; suuicidde note</title><content type='html'>i don`t think my death date wish will be granted.&lt;br /&gt;i don`t care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night my mother sent another email to my father and this time my father told me to come to the computer screen to read it. my mother gave my father a &lt;a href="http://www.pact.sg" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to a website that tells you the dates for taking a test to get back into a Singapore school. the date is tomorrow. tell me, can you get me back to Singapore &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next test is on the 7th of March 2008. if i am really serious on going back to Singapore, i will miss out on the first term. "&lt;i&gt;miss lah, sec1 they oso don`t teach you anything what&lt;/i&gt;" so says my brother. "&lt;i&gt;YOU go and get into a sport so even if you don`t meet the standard you can use the sport to get you in&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to say i don`t care where i am. but i know i &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; care. i want to go back to Singapore. SCREW THE STUDYING IN SINGAPORE. i know i`ll drop dead sooner or later if i spend another year in Australia. these obstacles in my way are just making my life seem so hopeless. honestly, i don`t know what to do now. i don`t know anything now except that i`m going back in 10 days, and my future will be decided then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just changed my blog music because Shermaine is starting to think i`m becoming a Jay Chou fan even though i already told her i`m not a Jay Chou fan, never will be one. &lt;br /&gt;i honestly doubt any guy will ever say these words below to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;(Baby can you feel me?)&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;For all this time&lt;br /&gt;I've been lovin' you girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I have&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the day&lt;br /&gt;You left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I did&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna understand&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't want&lt;br /&gt;This love to ever end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;If you come back&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you right&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you go&lt;br /&gt;You've taken&lt;br /&gt;My heart with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you did&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach you&lt;br /&gt;On the phone&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never there&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're never home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I did something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna understand&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't want&lt;br /&gt;This love to ever end&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;If you come back&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you right&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;How to show it&lt;br /&gt;And maybe&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;What to say&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;I won't disguise&lt;br /&gt;Then we can&lt;br /&gt;Build our lives&lt;br /&gt;Then we can&lt;br /&gt;Be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;If you come back&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you right&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;If you come back&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;(Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you right&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2429902841500944012?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2429902841500944012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2429902841500944012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2429902841500944012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2429902841500944012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-suuicidde-note.html' title='DECEMBER{; suuicidde note'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-4738377503770823064</id><published>2007-12-05T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:23:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; laughs</title><content type='html'>today, first period was English, and we were using the computers still to do our advertisements. since Temily and me had already finished with like half an hour to spare, we decided to go on YouTube to watch some funny videos, since we were using YouTube to find an advertisement to analyse. &lt;br /&gt;and we laughed like crazy (trying to make as little noise as possible so the teacher wouldn`t hear us) man...&lt;br /&gt;i just found some of the videos we watched.&lt;br /&gt;it`s enough to make your day, man. halfway through one of them i was like gasping: "&lt;b&gt;I CAN`T BREATHE!! PAUSE!!!&lt;/b&gt;" because i was like laughing so much &lt;i&gt;ROFL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don`t worry, all of these videos open up in a new window so just click on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NvJs3KNdkw" target="_blank"&gt;best commercial &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92NOXSe7CzM" target="_blank"&gt;SCARED SENSELESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDmsoe2mQeY&amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;asian guy scaring random people on the street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fccrd8cMKNA" target="_blank"&gt;happy vancouver film show&lt;/a&gt; (don`t worry. it`s only funny at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh we laughed like &lt;u&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/u&gt;, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 5:06PM, 4:06PM in Singapore]&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to ruin everyone`s laughs, but i have to say this, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;last night when i was passing by this computer while my father was using it, i couldn`t help but notice he was reading an email. now, i`m not the type of person who likes to know something i`m not meant to know, but i couldn`t help but notice my name in the email. it was from my mother to my father. now my father is like totally cut off from the world when he`s at the computer so he wouldn`t even notice if i farted behind him or anything. anyway i was like a little distance away from him but i still managed to read the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother said something like...she talked to the principal of Hai Sing Catholic School. and it is unlikely that i will be able to get there. because she said the MOE is already posting all the P6s to their different secondary schools, and since i didn`t take the MOE test earlier in October, and also because i have no PSLE results to show them, i can`t get in. my mother said the only other alternative is to go to those really &lt;i&gt;lan&lt;/i&gt; schools that are what she referred to as a 'dumping ground'. &lt;br /&gt;she said if i really want to get into a school in singapore, i`ll have to wait after everyone is posted to their schools and then check for any vacancies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what`s it gonna be now, aye? is my life seriously meant to be this hopeless? waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting is what my life is made up of. nothing more. i deleted my last post because i know those wishes aren`t going to happen. wishing for things now is so pointless. i know if a lot of people read this, they will think i`m emo, but i`m not emo enough to slit my wrists. i mean, suicide is certainly not the thing i`m going after. i was going to say: "&lt;i&gt;I want to die&lt;/i&gt;", but i just know i want to escape the world and this life. to escape reality is something i just wish for. oh, here i go again wishing. i don`t even listen to myself, let alone anyone else. everytime something good comes my way, it &lt;i&gt;never lasts&lt;/i&gt;. because something always comes along to screw it up, most of the time because of my &lt;u&gt;mother&lt;/u&gt;. i just need hope, even if it is nothing more than a fragment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-4738377503770823064?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/4738377503770823064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=4738377503770823064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4738377503770823064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/4738377503770823064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-laughs.html' title='DECEMBER{; laughs'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-821370279024369876</id><published>2007-12-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:09:48.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; realisation</title><content type='html'>i know my posts are getting shorter day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;im gonna miss aussieland. shocking eh? after all the strong hate feelings for this damn country two years ago. well, i had other attachments. the wrong attachments. temporary attachments that meant the world to me. somethin i thought would last forever. but well...i guess i grew up. well, the most importatnt lessons are the hardest to learn. especially through living through it.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from my brother`s blog yet again.&lt;br /&gt;maybe brothers and sisters were meant to think alike.&lt;br /&gt;well...maybe only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;what the bloody hell man. i know its only 12 more days till i return. why am i even counting down the days? i &lt;u&gt;don`t want to count anymore&lt;/u&gt;. the more i count down the days till my return, the more i find i`m losing myself bit by bit, enveloped in the whole delusion of my bliss in Singapore until i forget who i am, right now, in Australia. i want to cherish my time left here in this alien country. i mean, i won`t be seeing it again for maybe two (or more) years. won`t breathe the air i love so much here, won`t see the moon and stars the same way again, won`t catch those same beautiful sunsets ever again.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i`ll be taking neoprints and camwhoring like any other ordinary girl in Singapore. what a waste of my life. yet, it`s worth it, i should think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the sunset i just took. it`s not much, but i pray that it will not be the last one i take before i return back to the dark gloom of my loving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U4EiCMMyI/AAAAAAAAALo/wrifb4QSHlE/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140076200219915042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U4EiCMMyI/AAAAAAAAALo/wrifb4QSHlE/s200/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a few steps outside the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U4FiCMMzI/AAAAAAAAALw/OkjyqT0GG1o/s1600-h/P1010165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U4FiCMMzI/AAAAAAAAALw/OkjyqT0GG1o/s200/P1010165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U5mCCMM2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/vcrae40rrxA/s1600-h/P1010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140077875257160546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U5mCCMM2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/vcrae40rrxA/s200/P1010166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoomed in at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i detest that tree. but then again, it`s been planted where there is always good sunlight, so i guess that was why it was there __-__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i went outside to the end of the road to take out our dustbin because that is where we put our dustbins together for the rubbish truck to pick them up. anyway, while i was out there, there was just a beautiful cold wind blowing. the one thing i love doing outside at night is just tilting my head back to the sky and trying not to see anything &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; the sky. have you ever tried that? it`s so magical. you could never see a better sky than in Australia. maybe once i finish graduating here in Australia i`ll go on a road trip with my father :DDD camping out in the bush just stargazing. and then i`ll ask Vickay to come with me. BWAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after school as i was walking to the front, one of the sk8erboi Luke`s friends came up behind me and goes all innocently: "&lt;b&gt;Excuse me, can i have a hug?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i said "&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;". and he goes all: "&lt;b&gt;awww please?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i just walked off. see how downright bloody these ang mor boys are? you don`t even know them and this is what they do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today in school i had to do two aful oral presentations. one was in Japanese with Reene. the other one was in Health with Caitlin and she was like pretty meek and stuff in front of the class. lame oral presentations. they suck to the core, man.&lt;br /&gt;and whadya know? i`ve got to do ANOTHER one tomorrow in Drama. well, not really. it actually IS an oral presentation, only you`re doing a &lt;i&gt;play&lt;/i&gt;. and let me tell you, folks, Drama is like the LAST thing you wanna do unless you wanna make a total and complete ass of yourself in front of people who like to go up to you and give you random free hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in English, Japanese and Health, i rested my head between my arms due to total boredom. sadly, my arms are like uber skinny so i didn`t have much comfort in that.&lt;br /&gt;could these last few days get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school so much. i`m pretty sure i`ve said that before, but...&lt;br /&gt;working your ass off for no good reason is indeed depressing.&lt;br /&gt;to hell with school &amp;amp; studying.&lt;br /&gt;everyone in Singapore is so hardworking, not only in school but on Maple as well. was i made to be in Singapore? only God knows my brother and i weren`t made for working our asses off. my brother, &lt;i&gt;who will never conform to the boredom of studying&lt;/i&gt;. may God have mercy on his soul. what about me? what is ME doing? well, just trying to fall asleep in class, that`s all. i don`t know if that`ll change in the coming two years. what will i do? oh, here i go again, this hopeless soul just struggling to find herself. Hai Sing Catholic School. i never thought i`d end up there. if i don`t end up there, where &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; i end up then? School of the Arts? HA!!! auditions are &lt;u&gt;OVER&lt;/u&gt;, christie. fat hope of getting there. may God have his way in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/christieohaihui!:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-821370279024369876?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/821370279024369876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=821370279024369876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/821370279024369876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/821370279024369876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-yawns.html' title='DECEMBER{; realisation'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1U4EiCMMyI/AAAAAAAAALo/wrifb4QSHlE/s72-c/P1010164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1267596907262316836</id><published>2007-12-01T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:34:49.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER{; the first.</title><content type='html'>i woke up in the middle of the night. well actually early morning at like 5 smth when the sky was just a grey blue. and the first thing that came into my mind was: &lt;i&gt;It`s the first of December&lt;/i&gt;. you have no idea how happy i was. &lt;br /&gt;because i realised...at the end of this month, this SAME MONTH, i will find myself in singapore. this month will be the month i think i will have to learn a lot of things, especially maths. how long months feel; you feel like you have just gone through a whole year at the end of every month, don`t you? &lt;br /&gt;how it feels to feel like you`ve just managed to survive for one whole month. it is a blessing to have lived for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob &amp; Jonah, my neighbours in Singapore; Joy`s next door neighbours are moving house today. she told me the movers were coming in to move their things off. i`m not as sad as Joy because i hardly talked to them while i was in Singapore. well...i`ll never see them again. it`s normal for such things to happen, anyway. we can`t expect to be together for as long as we live...we meet and part like the clouds. it`s the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded MapleSea and i`m only Lvl 16. DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;the whole 2x exp thing in Delphinus is pretty good, because for one thing: MapleGlobal never has these kinds of things. so there we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this bit is for those who posted awhile ago and didn`t read my replies to their tags. this involves my going back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;FLIGHT DETAILS:&lt;br /&gt;Arriving time: 5:20PM approx.&lt;br /&gt;Airlines: Quantas.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving date: 16/12/2007.&lt;br /&gt;Will be wearing: a black and grey striped hoodie with jeans, carrying many bags.&lt;br /&gt;Will be accompanied by: An older brother about 1.75m tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we go. now i don`t insist that you come to the airport to see me because i really don`t know if your parents will allow it &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. you can always call me at around 7-ish or 9-ish, anytime before 11:30PM ;)&lt;br /&gt;plus my mother will be picking me and my brother up and all so i don`t know if her patience involves me stopping to chat with a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;hey Victoria...if you reeeaaaally want to come to the airport you gotta get your mother to call MY mother to make arrangements &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. but i don`t insist it &lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;. you can always meet up with me the next day. or the day after that etc. because i don`t know who`s going out with me yet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..that`s all for the first of December.&lt;br /&gt;adios/adieu/ciao/sayonara/zai jian/goodBYE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1267596907262316836?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1267596907262316836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1267596907262316836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1267596907262316836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1267596907262316836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-beginning.html' title='DECEMBER{; the first.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7956748214834053632</id><published>2007-11-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:05:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of November.</title><content type='html'>today in school, a group of teenage boys and a couple of teachers from Singapore came to visit my school. Reene was such a letdown. she didn`t want to come with me to see them during lunch. Winnie came with me instead &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt; and she`s not Singaporean. she`s from Hong Kong XDD&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i found out they were from Singapore because of one of the boy`s jackets...&lt;br /&gt;it read NP Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;man, i was SO happy to see SOME PEOPLE from singapore. Reene excluded ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m just filled with relief right now. it`s only TWO MORE BLOODY WEEKS until i return to singapore. i`ve handed in every single bit of my homework &amp; there`s no more homework coming MY WAY for the weekend. tonight i get to have compelete charge of the good computer (this computer) and tonight, at midnight, it will be December, the month i have awaited &lt;i&gt;so long&lt;/i&gt; for. December, December, my sweet December. you are only about eight whole hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as every moment passes, it will never come to be again. November 2007 will never come again; and it will only last as a memory in the minds of people. goodbye, November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7956748214834053632?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7956748214834053632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7956748214834053632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7956748214834053632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7956748214834053632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-november.html' title='end of November.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7778803217305080861</id><published>2007-11-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:01:46.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>i just finished watching the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="8" face="script"&gt;Romeo &amp; Juliet&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we rented it from VideoEzy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. it is now added to my list of saddest movies &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1UlSyCMMxI/AAAAAAAAALg/gr79A-L9geo/s1600-h/romeo_juliet_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1UlSyCMMxI/AAAAAAAAALg/gr79A-L9geo/s200/romeo_juliet_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140055554312123154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was made in 1968 so it`s a fairly old movie.&lt;br /&gt;and they spoke like XXX refined ancient english man...but it was like very beautiful and poetic. well, what else can you expect from a play written by William Shakespeare?&lt;br /&gt;it is one extremely depressing story. the guy who played Romeo looks EXACTLY like a cross between Luke Skywalker from Star Wars and Zac Efron from HSM O_O honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love:&lt;/b&gt; the word so often used by girls in singapore on their blogs. what is love, that we crave for deep in the depths of our heart? what is love, that closest indescribable thing to magic? what is love, that we would do anything for it, that we would kill for it and die for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday; and i think to myself...only a few weeks until the friday i spend in singapore...the friday i fall asleep on my familiar bed in singapore. i feel like...i`m stuck in this dilemma that i can`t find a way out of. &lt;br /&gt;is going back to singapore honestly worth another possible screwing up of my life?&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to screw my life up &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a few more people from my different classes found out i was going back to singapore for 2 years. they`re so expressive. they don`t want me to leave. and yet i feel like i want to stay too because of my future, i know it is way much better here. i will never get anywhere in singapore. but singapore is only a place where the people i love are. other than that, it means &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to me. if only i could witness a miracle for this. if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to curl up somewhere and scream all my problems away...&lt;br /&gt;because i`m caught in the middle and there`s like no other way out. &lt;br /&gt;so what? &lt;br /&gt;a guaranteed better life in an alien country, australia?&lt;br /&gt;or no future for me in my home, where the people i love are?&lt;br /&gt;what then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to finish my homework. that is a miracle. even in the state i am in; even though i just sit staring at the clock instead of the page. i`m at TX`s blog listening to her blog music &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;the line where it says: 'and follow your heart'.&lt;br /&gt;it`s hard to be still and listen to what my heart has got to say. but i`m sure that i will be able to sacrifice for my friends and just get through singapore school just to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i find the truth;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7778803217305080861?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7778803217305080861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7778803217305080861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7778803217305080861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7778803217305080861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R1UlSyCMMxI/AAAAAAAAALg/gr79A-L9geo/s72-c/romeo_juliet_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3779947254003101450</id><published>2007-11-28T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:05:03.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flash</title><content type='html'>life suddenly flashes by like a blur. sometimes it`s hard to believe how you`ve gotten so far in life. especially during some days, it feels as if you just want to drop dead and &lt;s&gt;sleep;&lt;/s&gt; slip into eternity. sometimes we just feel like nothing matters anymore; and when you think about it, sometimes you feel just like: hey, seriously, my life is meaningless. like we can let go of absolutely &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; we held dear. it`s like thinking: honestly, what IS there in life?&lt;br /&gt;if God had a purpose for us in life, why doesn`t he tell us already? oh, right, but we still have to go to school. so it`ll be harder to quieten our minds what with all the studying going on. what if you`re a student who hates studying so much you want to find ouit what your purpose in life is before you end up killing yourself inside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came online today. that gave me a reason to just continue and get over school. it`s less than three weeks until my return. and then we can hang out again. he gives me sort of like...motivation to keep standing up when i fall, and just move onwards. that`s what i`ll do, for now. until the sixteenth i`ll see where God takes my life. why, oh why does it seem so long? i just can`t be bothered doing my homework. i will have to do it tonight, eventually, since it`s all due tomorrow. ughs. &lt;b&gt;i hate studying&lt;/b&gt;. makes you think so much for no good bloody living reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Regina asked me to make my 'daily post'. isn`t it nice? :D good to know i`ve got lovely readers *bwahahaha*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in Drama, that gay teacher Mr Wright...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think he is either seriously blind and deaf, or genuinely GAY.&lt;br /&gt;because he asked us all to practise our roles for our play. which is a seriously gay play. haha that rhymes. gay play. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the boys were like screaming and running around the place turning the lights off for no apparent reason and everyone was just chilling round the room and the teacher totally didn`t even do ANYTHING, just sitting at his desk working on some papers. seriously, where is the discipline? and he only gave Alex Carter (but he calls him Carter because there`s another Alex) a FIVE MINUTE RUBBISH DUTY. bloody !@#$%. FIVE MINUTES. he is seriously gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m watching iROBOT on tv right now. it`s cool coz i haven`t seen it in ages. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there`s going to be robots in the future. if they actually ever happen to have robots that do your homework for you, i`ll be like dancing a little jig everyday going THANK GOD. oh wait. but by then i`ll probably have finished school.&lt;br /&gt;-_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until robots who do your homework for you are invented,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3779947254003101450?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3779947254003101450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3779947254003101450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3779947254003101450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3779947254003101450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/flash.html' title='flash'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7073737083695943752</id><published>2007-11-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:54:43.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><title type='text'>"okay". so yesterday.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i deleted yesterday`s post because it was like quite short...also because i`ve got more to write today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;today before SS, Reene decided that we should try not to say the word 'okay' today. but she ended up getting the first 'okay' LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;we even continued in Japanese, and that was when we got the most 'okays'. Reene even made a little tally on her hand. according to the tally, she had 15 'okays' and i had 10 'okays'. HAHAHAHA. sometimes we kept accidentally saying it LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0vM4LCFt6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/IkKdglmSI2o/s1600-h/Picture+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0vM4LCFt6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/IkKdglmSI2o/s200/Picture+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137425065352476578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Reene`s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cut all that dreamland rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;right now it`s 8:16PM, 7:16PM in Singapore. i just looked out the window and look at all these wonderful photos i took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v-5rCFt7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Fb5_XjiH3gc/s1600-h/P1010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v-5rCFt7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Fb5_XjiH3gc/s200/P1010157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137480066703669170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v_QbCFt8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/wn34umdtSIc/s1600-h/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v_QbCFt8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/wn34umdtSIc/s200/P1010158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137480457545693122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v_hrCFt9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_2xzxfpuhSw/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v_hrCFt9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_2xzxfpuhSw/s200/P1010159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137480753898436562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v_y7CFt-I/AAAAAAAAALA/RgHZhWQSX-c/s1600-h/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0v_y7CFt-I/AAAAAAAAALA/RgHZhWQSX-c/s200/P1010160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137481050251180002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0wAJrCFt_I/AAAAAAAAALI/Jc1uvUPkz8k/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0wAJrCFt_I/AAAAAAAAALI/Jc1uvUPkz8k/s200/P1010161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137481441093203954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0wAcrCFuAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8Pa0je-0lKo/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0wAcrCFuAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8Pa0je-0lKo/s200/P1010162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137481767510718466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0wAxbCFuBI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frgvI85oKo/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0wAxbCFuBI/AAAAAAAAALY/5frgvI85oKo/s200/P1010163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137482123993004050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the sky`s on fire aye? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL i just looked and saw i had 2007 hits! bwahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7073737083695943752?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7073737083695943752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7073737083695943752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7073737083695943752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7073737083695943752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-so-yesterday.html' title='&quot;okay&quot;. so yesterday.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0vM4LCFt6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/IkKdglmSI2o/s72-c/Picture+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-1659758394651136138</id><published>2007-11-25T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:47:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright.</title><content type='html'>okay, after hearing the preacher`s sermon today in church (and after reading Regina`s long long tag) i finally decided to erase all that emo rubbish i wrote in my latest post.&lt;br /&gt;it`s just me and my mood swings please try to understand XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about what the preacher today said...&lt;br /&gt;his name is Peter Robertson and he`s like really funny, and he made like 3 CDs of his own instrumental music and he can sing really well, too. he`s a worship leader and a preacher in Queensland. &lt;br /&gt;anyway he started off by telling us about his computer and that it can do like really great things because that was what it was designed to do. and he likes surfing so imagine if he took his computer out on his surfboard and the next day if he brought it back to the computer shop saying: "i want my money back, ever since i brought it out surfing with me it hasn`t been able to work since" and the shopkeeper says: "are you alright? it`s not what it was designed to do"&lt;br /&gt;in the same way, God has made us wonderful, and we are God`s artwork. He has 'designed' us to do great and wonderful things because that was what we were 'designed' for. &lt;br /&gt;these great things can be like ministering to other non-believers or just thanking him in our own way, or simply worshipping him.&lt;br /&gt;in the Bible it says 'enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise'.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. in some part of the Bible it says 'make a joyful noise unto the Lord' or something like that. yeah it`s called worshipping the Lord and worshipping Him doesn`t necessarily mean with music. we can do it in our own way. some of us are not musical or w/e but we can worship him anywhere, in our &lt;u&gt;own&lt;/u&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess being emo isn`t what i was made to do...hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah after finishing reading that book called 'Cross Tides' by Lorraine Orman, somewhere in the book it like tells you what love is. it`s so sweet. but it`s short, so i`ll just find it...&lt;br /&gt;yeps on page 118: 'That`s not love,' Matthew said gently. 'Love is wanting a person to be happy. Love is caring about someone. Love is letting a butterfly go free because to keep her caged is to kill her.'&lt;br /&gt;so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my father last night. says if my mother ain`t gonna let me study some other language i`ll have to do the B-syllabus chinese. psssh. &lt;br /&gt;if i don`t do that well in my maths, i certainly won`t CONFIRM going to normal tech or w/e. because my english is the only thing i`m good at, and in normal tech, you`re like not good in ANY of your core subjects. hey, at least i`m not failing EVERYTHING, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs. Regina, you are one of the bestest friends i could ever have(:&lt;br /&gt;I love you and Victoria very very much. even though i prob never showed it or anyth &lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;. we`re sisters in Christ, yeah? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;/christieohaihui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made on MONDAY, Nov. 26 @ 3:40PM, 2:40PM in Singapore (:]&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i remembered another joke he told us but it was a bit long. ah well i`ll write it in here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the message was about negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a barber shop for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Guess what? I`m going to Italy!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Horrible place __-__&lt;br /&gt;Man: I`m gonna go there by Italia Airlines!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Worst airline ever.&lt;br /&gt;Man: And I`m gonna go to Rome!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Place is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Man: And I`ll go to the Cistine chapel to visit the pope!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Won`t even be there, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks later he comes back for another haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Oh you were the one who went to Italy. Bet it wasn`t so great after all aye?&lt;br /&gt;Man: No, it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Well...what about Italia Airlines? Was I right?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Man, it was great! They pushed me up to business class!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Well...Rome wasn`t so great, right?&lt;br /&gt;Man: It was awesome! The people were so friendly and the cuisine was *drools*.&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Oh. Oh, well...well, the pope wasn`t there, I`m sure. &lt;br /&gt;Man: No! He was there! And he even came down to speak to me!&lt;br /&gt;Negative barber: Oh, well what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Man: He said, "Son, that is the worst haircut I`ve ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone in the church starts laughing their heads off X33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-1659758394651136138?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/1659758394651136138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=1659758394651136138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1659758394651136138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/1659758394651136138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright.html' title='alright.'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3721351230574581130</id><published>2007-11-23T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T11:38:18.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><title type='text'>if we believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aHO7CFt1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpk0J1cls4M/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aHO7CFt1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpk0J1cls4M/s200/P1010147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135941115497002834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aHPbCFt2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sBgkYp04QiY/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aHPbCFt2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sBgkYp04QiY/s200/P1010150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135941124086937442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took those pictures last night at 8:23PM. which is 7:23PM in Singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful, are they not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear me. it`s already &lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;. how time flies. &lt;br /&gt;yeah, speaking of flies, i don`t know if you`re aware that in australia, during the summer (which is supposed to be from December to January, but usually already gets hot around November), there are SO MANY FLIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;ask &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; you want to in australia. they`ll all tell you how annoying the flies are, because there are so MANY of them, and so bloody PERSISTENT. not to mention, they like to fly right up into your face and tickle your arms and legs and ears. -_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went by like...as if it was robotic. &lt;br /&gt;PE was just sadistic. the relief teacher didn`t make us do any warm ups (what the hey?) and she asked the blurrest queens of the class whether they wanted their teams to play BOYS vs GIRLS. and, like the blur queens they are, they said YES. bloody effing hell. guess THEY didn`t open their eyes big enough to see who trashed who in yesterday`s game. i thought asians were meant to have much smaller eyes than ang mors -_-#&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one of the design&amp;technology teachers told us not to sit where we usually sit, during recess &amp; lunch. we sit outside the design&amp;technology classrooms because there`s usually a nice sunny spot. anyway, EVERY SINGLE ONE of the design&amp;technology classroom windows were SMASHED. like glass broken and glass on the floor. hahaha. &lt;i&gt;huo gai&lt;/i&gt;. no wonder i saw a van parked along the road that produced glass windows. &lt;br /&gt;i forgot to write out my good copy for my english essay so i had to finish it during recess and lunch, writing like a maniac. luckily i finished it before the bell rang, because i had english &lt;i&gt;right after lunch&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;in english i exchanged books with Temily XDD so this was the book i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aK8bCFt4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jxU_-BlPD6Y/s1600-h/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aK8bCFt4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jxU_-BlPD6Y/s200/book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135945195715934082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Tides by Lorraine Orman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i am going to sleep with my fan on full blast. did you know that it was 39ºC today? i think you already know how &lt;font color="red"&gt;hot&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="orange"&gt;bright&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="lemonorange"&gt;dry&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;blazing&lt;/font&gt; it was, since i`ve described it so often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 9:02PM, 8:02PM in Singapore]&lt;br /&gt;i didn`t sleep. but when i leaned right back in my computer chair and looked out the window, i saw the full moon. as clear as i had ever seen it in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0bB1rCFt5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jbPhVrvqfZM/s1600-h/P1010155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0bB1rCFt5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jbPhVrvqfZM/s200/P1010155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136005552891344786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3721351230574581130?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3721351230574581130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3721351230574581130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3721351230574581130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3721351230574581130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-we-believe_23.html' title='if we believe'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0aHO7CFt1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpk0J1cls4M/s72-c/P1010147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7401869821024826276</id><published>2007-11-22T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:42:51.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing short of a miracle</title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with the typing properly.&lt;br /&gt;this takes so much less effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in science, miss bowden at least didn`t bore us to tears with another stupid lecture about molecules and elements. instead we got to play bingo (element related, sadly) and pop quiz for the remaining 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;in design&amp;amp;technology, i even managed to get some work done, and mr waterman didn`t do anything dumb, and he even gave me a good mark on my wooden box which i can take home tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;in recess &amp;amp; lunch, we played the card game 'cheat' already with my deck of cards that i`ve been bringing every single day already, and i didn`t stuff up that cool shuffling as much as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;in social studies, mr cregan didn`t come to school today so we got to work on some atlas related puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;in maths, mr oats at least taught us something useful like sales tax, discount, interest rates, comissions, profit/loss percentage etc. we only found out how to work all of them with a calculator. WHERE`S THE HANDWRITTEN WORKING OUT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?!&lt;br /&gt;and in PE, the girls vs boys game was just sweet. we lost every single game because of the boys. and because i was posted on the stupid left outfield so i had to run for my dear life everytime a ball went shooshing by me. and not to mention, i can`t throw far for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;and the weather was like 34ºC.&lt;br /&gt;even the crocodile`s already been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once i got home and started switching on the fan, and got on to the computer, everyone starts talking about PSLE. gosh, everything good about my day just went right out the window after that.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, Joy, for telling me that the highest PSLE record this year was 296/300.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who told me how much they got, so they can make me feel even more inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now all i wanna do is close my eyes and sleep forever; because it`s so easy to forget the world and slip into nothingness unconsciously. as time passes by like a bullet without you while you sleep. sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even music has deserted me. i don`t know what to listen to anymore. no song can bring my hopes up; and only the songs on the playlist below are just tunes. i envy those so much who have a normal life. &lt;br /&gt;i don`t think he really meant it when he said: friends forever, man.&lt;br /&gt;i can already let go of the ones i love, because i know that someday i will be forced to. when i live in australia for the rest of my life i know my friends might not be able to follow me. so why am i still placing all my hope on the 16th of december? is my life worth screwing up for them...? and could it get even more screwed up than it already is?&lt;br /&gt;so why am i even going back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;because of my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because of the bloody racists in my school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because people look down on asians in my school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because i`m the youngest in my year group, and forever will be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because this is an &lt;b&gt;alien country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because i miss my home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because of my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voice in my heart says: singapore is not where you wanna spend your life.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep my faith strong because my God will never forsake me; He will never leave me; and He always knows what to do in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel so suicidal. i don`t know what it means when the pastors in church tell you to live for God. &lt;br /&gt;someone shoot me. someone hang me. someone strangle me. anything.&lt;br /&gt;anything to get away from this meaningless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the sky turns to grey&lt;br /&gt;And the ground turns to snow&lt;br /&gt;And the colours have faded away&lt;br /&gt;Then we might start to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when the dead trees start to mourn&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty of their green&lt;br /&gt;When they cry with the howling wind&lt;br /&gt;For what they have been,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little girls in their homes&lt;br /&gt;Gaze placidly out the glass&lt;br /&gt;Smudged with frost and cold&lt;br /&gt;That wish for time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they long for spring to come&lt;br /&gt;That they wish to survive&lt;br /&gt;To see the beauty and freedom once more&lt;br /&gt;To see anything alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/Hopeless_by_n0b0dy_s_p3rf3ct.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this bit was made at 4:42PM, 3:42PM in singapore]&lt;br /&gt;oh, i almost forgot. today is my parent`s anniversary. congratulations, my dear parents. you`ve been married for 28 years. clap claps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7401869821024826276?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7401869821024826276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7401869821024826276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7401869821024826276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7401869821024826276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing-short-of-miracle.html' title='nothing short of a miracle'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-3521347302426855123</id><published>2007-11-20T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:18:26.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{beautiful}; wonders in th sky {/photos}'/><title type='text'>daydreaming-</title><content type='html'>This morning when I was heading to the little hallway where the lockers are, a few things happened. Just outside the doorway to the lockers there were some boys arnd my height and one of them just go: "&lt;b&gt;Is that your &lt;i&gt;girlfriend&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;" and the others start snickering. Then when I ignored them and passed by, and opened the stupid double door to the hallway, Ryo and his friends were like sitting right there on opposite sides of the wall. And my basic courtesy to another asian in the school (MY YEAR GROUP, of course) is to smile and wave. God, I feel like a &lt;u&gt;penguin&lt;/u&gt; from Madagascar for crying out loud. And so when I was picking my way over their school bags and somewhat hairy legs (but I can`t talk because, whadya know? I`ve got hair on my legs too) and so then when I passed by, one of Ryo`s friends go: "&lt;b&gt;Is she your sister?&lt;/b&gt;" -_-# I HATE IT EVERYTIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS. Just because I wave to another asian doesn`t mean I`m RELATED to that asian for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Health, Mrs V (we call her Mrs V for short, because her name is so freaking long. Mrs Van der Westhuizen. Lucky for her, her first name is nice and short, which is May. Haha) let us do whatever we wanted while the other kids finished off their smoking booklet. Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was so &lt;font color="lightblue"&gt;windy&lt;/font&gt; my hair never had any rest from being blown around except in classrooms, anyway. I can see that the crocodile has been blown a few metres away from its previous spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I uploaded the picture of the book I was reading to my latest post, I`ll show you a few sunsets I found in the camera a few months ago that I was too lazy to upload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KQtrCFtyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zubRNP9tAJ8/s1600-h/P1010145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KQtrCFtyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zubRNP9tAJ8/s200/P1010145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134825639475787554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KRGbCFtzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vmv7EwHElGE/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KRGbCFtzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vmv7EwHElGE/s200/P1010146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134826064677549874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how the houses are all in the way. I need to go to the &lt;u&gt;beach&lt;/u&gt; if I`m going to make a perfect sunset picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This bit was made on Wednesday, November 21 @ 5:17PM, 4:17PM in Singapore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I`m gonna shift the playlist up every new post I make. Not putting it on the sidebar because it`s too skinny. Then when it sticks out, it`ll be ugly. HAHA that rhymes. diaox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-3521347302426855123?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/3521347302426855123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=3521347302426855123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3521347302426855123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/3521347302426855123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/daydreaming.html' title='daydreaming-'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KQtrCFtyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zubRNP9tAJ8/s72-c/P1010145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8811328123943362497</id><published>2007-11-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:56:56.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don`t dreams die?</title><content type='html'>I don`t care if I`m posting almost everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I`m so addicted to that fake Titanic sequel trailer. I don`t think Leonardo DiCaprio acted in every one of the scenes. I think in some parts, they got someone else to play his role. Because I KNOW what Leonardo DiCaprio looks like, for crying out loud. And everytime I look at his crying face it`s so heartbreaking and addicting. It`s still my MSN display picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can`t believe they haven`t removed the stupid dead crocodile. It`s camouflaged so well with the road colour, I almost stepped on it the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to school so much, now. I`m starting to get so sick of life. I mean, I realised that I can let go of my friends already; because like the sweet scents in the wind, they give us a few moments of bliss and then drift off again, whether we will see them again, we cannot know that for certain. But then again; it`s surprisingly hard to let go of the things we love the most. How many of us will still be able to keep in contact? It`s hard to think of the future. Painful, sometimes, even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve managed to get most of my homework done...&lt;br /&gt;Relief doesn`t last for long. And neither does bliss in this short childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if somehow I`ve lost contact with a few of my friends already...and it`s like they`re dead because it`s as if I won`t see them again. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Victoria. Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, Victoria. Did you know that a school is named after you in Singapore? Did you know that an Australian eastern state is named after you and it has one of the most populated areas in Australia? Did you know that you were named after a Queen? Did you know that somewhere in America, your name is a city? Did you know that your name means 'to be victorious'? (: &amp; Did you know that if I could change my name, I`d change it to Victoria? :) Did you also know that I look up to you even though you`re younger than me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It`s as if we`ve been misled&lt;br /&gt;To believe that they are dead;&lt;br /&gt;Because we won`t see them again,&lt;br /&gt;It`ll be hard to numb the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sins that caused our separation&lt;br /&gt;That took away our determination&lt;br /&gt;To leave us in a hopeless trance&lt;br /&gt;Should`ve never had that chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rob us of our sanity&lt;br /&gt;And bury us from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could return&lt;br /&gt;To the past to see my dreams burn&lt;br /&gt;And magically twist my fate around&lt;br /&gt;So to destiny I should never be bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="323"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/8UMROPJ45K/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/8UMROPJ45K/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="323" 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/6400683761629043912-8811328123943362497?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8811328123943362497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8811328123943362497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8811328123943362497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8811328123943362497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-dreams-die.html' title='don`t dreams die?'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2735204917699171722</id><published>2007-11-17T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:26:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamland</title><content type='html'>Mmmm. This book I`m reading? The one I borrowed from my school library yesterday? &lt;br /&gt;It`s called '&lt;font face="times" size="2"&gt;dreamland&lt;/font&gt;' by SARAH DESSEN. It`s so cool; just like that &lt;font face="courier"&gt;guitar highway rose&lt;/font&gt; book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KH6rCFtxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JAFb8N9K-Sw/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KH6rCFtxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JAFb8N9K-Sw/s200/P1010147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134815967209436946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmhm. I just updated that little profile space to the left &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;I`m starting to love the colours of &lt;font color="skyblue"&gt;sky blue&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="seablue"&gt;sea blue&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="lightblue"&gt;light blue&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="turquoise"&gt;turquoise&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="aqua"&gt;aqua&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that salt water is really good for your skin? =/ The beaches in Australia are so beautiful. The water is forever clear. Maybe I should head down to &lt;br /&gt;the beach someday and take a few pictures ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like screaming. Everytime I look at pictures of people from PRPS...I just want to go back so &lt;i&gt;badly&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/Summer_Elegy_by_Enslavedbymetal.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/Somewhere_Other_Than_The_Night_by_E.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/The_Beauty_of_Light_by_Enslavedbyme.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This bit was made at 11:01PM, which is 10:01PM in Singapore]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...speaking of water.&lt;br /&gt;En Hao sort of like introduced me to the Titanic 2 fake movie trailer...&lt;br /&gt;AND IT`S SO FREAKING DEPRESSING!&lt;br /&gt;It`s not actually out in theatres or whatever, but some people in forums and stuff say that you can actually download the movie. And the trailer was the saddest one I have &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; seen in my life. Yes, even sadder than Azumi 2 - Death or Love. But I guess this is because I know the story of the first movie of Titanic. =x &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;Here`s the trailer if you want to look at it. My brother said it wasn`t in theatres because the whole thing didn`t make any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, this picture below is my MSN display picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/jackdawson.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cut out from the scene at 03:52.&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/jack1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially at the last part at her grave when he screamed 'ROSE!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2735204917699171722?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2735204917699171722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2735204917699171722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2735204917699171722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2735204917699171722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreamland.html' title='dreamland'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/R0KH6rCFtxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JAFb8N9K-Sw/s72-c/P1010147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-576057678801135847</id><published>2007-11-16T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:59:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>Okay, before you wonder what Carpe Diem means, (also for the sake of TX :P) I`m just gonna give you a little rundown of my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up at 6:30AM, (since it`s daylight savings now, I must`ve woken up at 5:30AM, Singapore time) I thought it was Saturday so I went back to sleep __-__ until my father came and woke me up and I was like...DAMMIT! I WANTED IT TO BE SATURDAY SO I CAN SKIP THAT STUPID EFFING BLOODY DESIGN&amp;TECHNOLOGY LESSON!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had to wake up early because my brother took his last exam today. Hahaha. Last night he said out loud: "&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow is my last exam! For my &lt;u&gt;entire life&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;" and he was like so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design&amp;Technology passed by very quickly even though I didn`t have the slightest idea what I was doing in that class. SAWING three effing long pieces of wood, and the whole place is so DUSTY, you have to sneeze at least once when you`re in that class. I sincerely hope they buy a chainsaw one day. But I think that will just increase the noise level. Plus what about really tiny people? Hahaha. Really tiny people trying to wrestle a chainsaw into submission. BWAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;In English, Temily and I got a book out, and when we saw each other`s books, we laughed because on both of our books, there was a girl standing in the water, and both of our girls were facing opposite directions (mine was facing left and hers was facing right). And they were from completely different authors. XDD I love the covers of the books. Yes, I`m a person who judges a book based on its cover. LITERALLY, not figuratively. &lt;br /&gt;In Maths, Chris sat beside me again with Alex two seats away from him. I keep complaining why he always has the good computer which doesn`t lag like shit. Chris has got this wicked, evil look on his face. It`s really funny `cause he`s got like really good facial muscles :S Yeah it`s really wierd but there`s no other way to put it. Have you ever seen anyone with hazel eyes? Yeps. He`s got hazel eyes. It`s damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t want to do my homework __-__ But there`s no escaping it -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that you were so immature in the past, but now you feel more mature? And when you think about all the stupid things you did in the past, you want to make up for it so much now. And now you never want to be the way you were in the past. You`re so...disgusted at the way you were in the past. Like reading the kind of handwriting you wrote when you were 10 years old. I think...that life is all about learning from your mistakes...and if you had a past that was full of mistakes, you can try to learn from it and live your life well now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/carpe%20diem" target="_blank"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt; to a few definitions.&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna save time and just continue reading, it means 'Seize the day'. It means that you should make the most of the opportunities that you are given. Yeah... I`m so freaking obsessed with Carpe Diem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This bit was made at 4:50PM. Well, 3:50PM in Singapore]&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered. Rave - Groove Adventure was one of the first few animes I started watching when I was still in Singapore. One of the very best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfXeBvJTO74&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfXeBvJTO74&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the theme song!&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Kiss - Chihiro Yonekura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animelyrics.com/anime/rave/butterflykiss.htm" target="_blank"&gt;LYRICS &amp; TRANSLATION!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also sort of inspired me to look up at the sky whenever I could...that`s why I like everything nature born in the sky (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-576057678801135847?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/576057678801135847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=576057678801135847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/576057678801135847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/576057678801135847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-8763671678754222958</id><published>2007-11-15T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:40:41.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REENE!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS REENE`S BIRTHDAY:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;SWEET THIRTEEN AT LAST ;)&lt;br /&gt;YOU`RE FINALLY A TEENAGER:D&lt;br /&gt;May this day be filled with happiness and joy:) Except for that maths test we had today, I`m sure this day will be a lovely one for you X33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Jess` birthday too ;) Jess from my science class...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. Today, for the &lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; time, I forgot that my father wasn`t fetching me back from school, so when I was walking and daydreaming like a &lt;b&gt;BLUR QUEEN&lt;/b&gt; to the front of the school, I THEN realised that my father wouldn`t be able to fetch me from school. So there goes Christie, the blur queen sprinting for her dear life all the way uphill and trying to hold her school bag down so it doesn`t go bashing up against her back. Yeah, then I saw Aleya and Temily and all those people walking off and with a great sigh of &lt;s&gt;relief and&lt;/s&gt; frustration, there I go sprinting off. I got a nice little cut on my right hand where I was trying to hold my bag down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my maths test today. I think it was pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;But that`s not all. Here`s my homework list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English essay on Bridge to Terabithia [1/5 finished]&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies essay on Julius Caesar [1/10 finished]&lt;br /&gt;Drama 13 page script [0/13 memorised]&lt;br /&gt;Health Smoking 12 page booklet [9/12 finished]&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Menu [5/6 finished]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- &lt;br /&gt;I want to download MapleSea. But I`m thinking of downloading when I go back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t like looking at calendars.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my father. He said that it`s only a short time more until we go back to Singapore. But as the days pass by, I can only think of it as nothing but long. &lt;br /&gt;29 bloody days until school ends. 31 bloody days until I go back to Singapore. 8 more bloody Design&amp;Technology classes until the end of school. However...school ends on a THURSDAY, so if I`m lucky, Mr Waterman won`t have to make us do anything. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop blogging so much.&lt;br /&gt;I think he`s forgotten about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I want my internet to be cancelled for 29 days. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I can`t do anything but wait, and wait, and wait.&lt;br /&gt;Those people feeling so sad over graduating; do they feel like screaming? Do they feel like screaming so hard that even the stars might hear their cries of despair? Do they feel like they wished that they could go back to their childhood days? That if they remembered that the only thing they remembered of their childhood was wanting to grow up; and now that the innocence of childhood is gone, we yearn for it all over again? I hate this. What is life all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISHES:&lt;br /&gt;I wish time would pass by faster.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone need not be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a new Design&amp;Technology teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in Temily`s Deisgn&amp;Technology class.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dye my front side fringes sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were no racists.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he came online.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find a starfish there.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get a tan.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a camera.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take a picture of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could change the past.&lt;br /&gt;I wish time would pass by quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep listening to this song by Nickelback; and I can`t help but agree how much it relates to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-8763671678754222958?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/8763671678754222958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=8763671678754222958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8763671678754222958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/8763671678754222958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-reene3.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REENE!&lt;3'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2280777447663738008</id><published>2007-11-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:57:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGbRWVtlQEU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGbRWVtlQEU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;I found this on YouTube. One of the people from my church must have uploaded it, I think. Anyway, they played this song for all the fathers in the church for Father`s Day this year. My brother is the guy in the white shirt (the 'act cool ah beng'). Yeah...and they are his other 'act cool' friends singing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the video is in horrible quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop my blog music, press the STOP button next to the REFRESH button on the top of your screen, just above the address bar. It looks like a red cross on a piece of paper(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2280777447663738008?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2280777447663738008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2280777447663738008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2280777447663738008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2280777447663738008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/asian-backstreet-boys.html' title='Asian Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-7286854498066521326</id><published>2007-11-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:36:42.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far away</title><content type='html'>The days continue by as if they don`t know that there are countless kids out there with either broken hearts or broken souls.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as if it doesn`t know it`s unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher apologised for being sick. Now we have to write some uber long essay about that stupid book BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA. &lt;br /&gt;Had a science test today. I think I did pretty much alright.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a maths test tomorrow. I think I`m gonna do pretty much alright.&lt;br /&gt;Got this massive Health assignment about smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Got this massive Japanese assignment to make a stupid Japanese menu.&lt;br /&gt;Got a freaking uber long Drama script to memorise (13 effing pages of script)&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;gotta learn P6 maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by the action boys sitting area on my way to our sitting area. Stared at me like I was some sort of freak show. As I passed by, one of them said in this really loud voice: "&lt;b&gt;FUCKING ASIANS, I HATE THEM ALL&lt;/b&gt;" and the rest of his group started laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Singapore so much;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 32 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin; lost links.&lt;br /&gt;New music: Far Away - &lt;b&gt;Nickelback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/RzrBJS3OC_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/fDPGOxplZFk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/RzrBJS3OC_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/fDPGOxplZFk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132627090768530418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/RzrBMy3ODAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_kId8EiNk4g/s1600-h/th_lovly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/RzrBMy3ODAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_kId8EiNk4g/s200/th_lovly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132627150898072578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the stupid dead crocodile still on the road? Doesn`t the school know it`s a disgrace to have a dead flattened little crocodile`s body in the middle of the street directly in front of said school? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-7286854498066521326?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/7286854498066521326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=7286854498066521326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7286854498066521326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/7286854498066521326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/far-away.html' title='far away'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5J_sm1cbzZk/RzrBJS3OC_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/fDPGOxplZFk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400683761629043912.post-2179107286281110092</id><published>2007-11-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:27:19.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick english teacher</title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;u&gt;39ºC&lt;/u&gt;. It was so freaking &lt;i&gt;DRY&lt;/i&gt;. Not to mention you have the extreme brightness of the white floor glaring into your face, and for the first time, I am so grateful to be in a classroom because we have air-conditioners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of today was in English.&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty upset that our air-conditioners STILL don`t work since the start of the year. But my teacher said they should work; she just needed to get the remote.&lt;br /&gt;O_O???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, halfway through the lesson, she put her hand over her mouth and said that she was going to be sick, and ran out of the class. She`s &lt;u&gt;old&lt;/u&gt;. Anyway, our class was left unsupervised for like half an hour, and everyone else (except the 'quiet' ones like me and some others) were throwing scrunched up paper balls and PENCILS and deodorant cans up onto the RUNNING CEILING FAN. BLOODY HELL MAN. &lt;br /&gt;Erika threw a pencil up onto the ceiling fan and it broke and a pencil bounced off the fan and hit my eyelid. I`ve got a nice little scratch on my eyelid now but I`m not taking a picture of it. Why? I can`t be stuffed. Anyway Jess threw her deodorant can up onto the fan and it just bounced off and it got a dent in it. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about half an hour (and about 10 scrunched up paper balls, 2 pencils, 1 red pen, 2 tubes of glue and 1 deodorant can) later, a relief teacher came in and explained that our teacher was 'Not feeling well and wouldn`t be coming in for the rest of the day'. Then she got the air-con remote and LALALA we were in the blissful air-con daydreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like so much homework. I`m going to get started on it now. ADIOS AMIGOZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice graduation night(: &lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;It`s better to live in the same neighbourhood than in a different country.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it`s so much easier to keep in contact when you`re in the same neighbourhood. Don`t worry about going to separate schools. There`s always the phone and MSN and meeting up at different places, yeah? It doesn`t mean the end of friendship, yeahs? &lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...for those who have a crush on someone and you`re afraid to talk to them and now that you guys might not be in the same school...&lt;br /&gt;GET HOLD OF THEIR FREAKING EMAIL/PHONE NUMBER AND JUST TALK TO `EM FOR GOODNESS SAKE! Yeah. Ask me how to strike up a conversation with the guy/girl you like, aye? X3 &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400683761629043912-2179107286281110092?l=ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/feeds/2179107286281110092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400683761629043912&amp;postID=2179107286281110092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2179107286281110092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400683761629043912/posts/default/2179107286281110092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ephemeral-elegy.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-english-teacher.html' title='sick english teacher'/><author><name>{christie};</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/aiaiakamaru/alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
