<?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-27030118</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:21:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOCELYN :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8429310250474942893</id><published>2007-10-31T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:14:38.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To everyone else who has made this year different, especially those in my class. I love you tons.&lt;/em&gt; Sorrry i can't write you guys a dedication, but yeah, i'll list your names down. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda Goh Sy, Andrea, Breanna, Judith, Steph, Si Hui, Hui Min, Fiona, YunChieh, Jacelyn, Ji Yeon, Kristine, Eugenia, Beverly, Shi Min, Gracia, Wendy, Joanne, Melissa, Debra, Shum, Sher Ming, Rachelle, Shi Tian, Cheryl W, Amanda Xie, Celine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Jocelyn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll Miss you guys Tons ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8429310250474942893?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8429310250474942893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8429310250474942893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8429310250474942893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8429310250474942893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-everyone-else-who-has-made-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8363452558315036449</id><published>2007-10-31T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:59:49.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Marie, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mars, although i've only known you since what promenade. But i already treat you as my super close friend. I love your house. Hahha, whatever you call it, what finding my inner peace. haha, i dont' know why also, but i just love hanging out there. well, yes, thanks for being my friend and listening to me. Like really really listening. Haha, Thanks you know. I really really can't thank you anymore. And yes, dont' be so crazy eh, yeah but i know you're not.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever it is, i'll always be here for you, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you. I love you mars ;D&lt;br /&gt;Ps. thanks for always listening to my nonsense and jokes, and laughing at them too! Haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;Earth calling Mars. Hhaahhahahahhaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Jaime Tan, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jaime, my BFF. Hahha, we're not as close as we used to be, but guess what we're still close, and it's really surprising, considering the fact that we haven't talk since like what P3? Hahah okay not counting that day lah huh! Hahha, Yes i just wanna thank you for everythng that you've done for me, yes like you said in the letter, i can't thank you enough too! i just hope we'll still be as close as we are now, and have more outings. And yes, i tell you something. My ballet place in siglap is like about 5 or 6 bus stops away from VJ. And 3 or 4 bus stops away from TJ. Which means, whenever i go for ballet, i can stop by and have lunch together. Or something? hahaha. isn't that perfect? Okay anyway, thank you for all the joy that you've brough me since P1 and all the blurness that i always laugh at, i tell you, you're another sotong man. Hahha a messy one too! And that i'll definitely miss having you around in school But we'll be best friends forever remember. hahaha. and the bridesmaid thing. Hahha, thank you james.&lt;br /&gt;Remember if you ever need someone to talk to, i'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I Love You Jaime ;D&lt;br /&gt;Ps, i know how you feel about the ILYs, but i'm, trying to make it as sincere as it sounds! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Yang Lin, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Yangs. Orange goaty forest ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all that you've done and all the fun and laughter that you've brought. I really miss those times we had at your house and jumping around when we were P1 and P3 and all.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't thank you enough for all that you've done. I'll really miss you when you leave. but we'll still find time to catch up okay! since i'll be around that area twice or thrice a week. So it'll make it easier for us to meet up for lunch or something.I'll really miss having in school but really really hope you'll have fun at TJ too, and you'd better not like forget us lah, i tell you arh. I'll huntum you man. Hahha, anyway, we'll really really try hard to keep our BFFs thing okay! And like hopefully we'll make it to the stage of the Bridesmaid thing. haha, we're still as childish i swear. Hahah oh well, i'll really miss you though. No more Yangs. No more goat. Hhaah.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I love You Yangs ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8363452558315036449?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8363452558315036449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8363452558315036449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8363452558315036449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8363452558315036449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-marie-sincerely-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3191191559702587576</id><published>2007-10-31T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:46:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Lissa, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Lissa, Hahah look there's one for lissa too! Yes i'll really miss you lissa.&lt;br /&gt;The dumb one who keeps annoying me for no utter reason. Damn it lah, i dont' know why, but i guess lessons are going to be less interestingand less annoying for me now. But i'll miss you lah.&lt;br /&gt;Lissa lissa, haha, P5 class right? yes, thanks for all th laughter you brought me, and all the times you made me so annoyed. Haha, you're damn dumb i swear. hahha, and like keep telling me, "oh oh, jocelyn emoing again, emo again!" Hahha, damn dumb lah. Totally not emoing and then you come and tell me that i'm emoing. hahah, actually eh, you know some of my troubles to eh, thanks for listening lah huh. Hahha, you arh. Yah, anyway, thank you for being there for me when i need someone to talk to. and yes i will miss you a lot ):&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, or in your case, annoy, i'll be here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I Love you Lissa ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Meldee, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mel, look, there's one for you TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, Yes, of course there should be one for you too. I've known you since what, K2? THank you for all the laughter, and i definitely still remember everything that has happened. When you first transferred into IJ. My goodness, i just conveniently daoed you for like what the whole year? P5 yeah? hahhaa, childish girls man. Hhaha, and then we slowly opened up and got used to the fact that well you're in IJ. Hahah, and netball really brought us even closer. yes i'll never forget the times we had when we were young and innocent. Hahah. I hope everything gets better for you, and yeah i won't push it, but i'll try to help ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having you in my class Mel, No more drama mama, no more crazy mel. NO more meldee ching tsi-wen ): Damn it yknow, I'll miss you mel.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I Love you Mel ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Tai Zi, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Taizi, i bet you won't ever read this, but yes, you've got one too.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my benchmark during P5, when we used to compete for Chinese results. Hahah, i remember how it used to be like, "Oh taizi, you've got one mark more than me!" "loong-er, you've got one mark more than me." That kind of thing, and like most of our results were like quite similar and we used to compete. In a friendly way of course, and now it's like hahaha, you're way way way better at me. And obviously we dont' even compare marks do we. Hahha, if we were too, it probably be what, oh tai zi you've got a 100% more than me. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for trusting me to share your troubles with me. hahha although it was more like i wanted to hear the stories, but you actually like shared your troubles with me. I'll miss having you in my class forever and ever, but we still must talk okay. I'll miss having the stupid taizi doing the B.I.M.B.O thing. and like all the nonsense that you sprout. I'll miss it tons.&lt;br /&gt;And, if you ever have any problems and need someone to talk to , you can count me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I love you taizi ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3191191559702587576?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3191191559702587576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3191191559702587576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3191191559702587576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3191191559702587576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-lissa-sincerely-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6078684041438379341</id><published>2007-10-31T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:29:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Lizzi, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Dizzy Lizzi, i'm going to miss having you in class yknow. And i still remember our t-shirt that we're supposed to make. The Supers. hahah, and how we used to walk to the interchange together and pretend to save each other. Hahah i'd definitely miss those times. In fact, i already do. And hopefully, we will still stay close okay?&lt;br /&gt;But i'll miss having you in the same class, there wont' be as much fun and everything. And all the class stuff wont' be as fun and exciting and everything will just be diffferent yknow. I really will miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;We'll still hangout together yeah? And still talk to each other, and dont' drift till like it's only the Hello ByeBye type of friends : \&lt;br /&gt;One Day, we'll make our shirt and actually get it done. I really will miss having you in class ):&lt;br /&gt;We've been in the same class since what P5, and it's like all these while, we've always been planning stuff together, ever since the Teacher's Day stuff. Man, i'm really going to miss you tons. Okay okay, i really should stop, But whatever it is, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can count on me okay?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I Love You Lizzi ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Jo Yee, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Jo, You're one of the Jo's man. Hahah, my friend since P5 AGAIN!.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i'm really going to miss having you in class, and all the nonsense that you always sprout. i'm really going to miss them. And everything just wont' be the same as it was i guess.&lt;br /&gt;no more planning stuff together. Unless, we get into the same class. seee lah! hahah, i really hope we can get into the same class. I might decide to appeal i guess. I really will miss you if we're not in the same class though. All the years of planning stuff together, and like all the class dances and stuff, thanks for always helping man. Hahah esp this year's one. where you had to burn the cd thing at like the weeee hours in the morning. And and, i'll miss studying HMT zaojus together, although we still can do them together. hahah, thank you for always being there to help. Remember, if you need someone to talk to, you can count on me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I Love You JO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Angelenee, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Angie, although i know i'll still be close to you, ahhaha considering the fact that i think i'd be in the same class as you, and i'm definitely going to still see you at Ballet and Dance. Hhaha, i guess then nothing really will change. But then, it still might. Okay anway, thanks for always helping to choreo and all. And like, i dont' know if you found out what th letter was for, but if you do or dont' remember, aiayh, just pretend you accepted the apology. Hahah which you already have. Hahha, i tell you arh, damn blur one lah please.&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, if you ever need someone to talk to, i'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I Love You ange. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6078684041438379341?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6078684041438379341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6078684041438379341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6078684041438379341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6078684041438379341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-lizzi-sincerely-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6966181551404956583</id><published>2007-10-31T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:18:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Cheryl, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cheryl, I'm really going to miss listening to you sing your Hairspray songs man. Hahah yes although they can really be annoying at times, but i'm sure i'll miss them a lot. No more asking cheryl for marie biscuits! No more listening to cheryl and her nonsense about her monsters. Haha, no more asking cheryl for help for science. Damn, i'm going to die lah. My Science drawings are going to suck even more now. Haha. I'm really going to miss all the fun we had, like when we go out, and and recess? And everything lah. I'm really going to miss having you in my class Cheryl the Bimb. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, i wanna thank you for being there for me, i'm going to miss you loads.&lt;br /&gt;And and, we really shouldn't drift and all! And that if you ever need someone to talk to, i'll be here. And yes, we still have Dance, so we can talk to each other even more okay!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cheryl ;D I Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Nadia, Sincerely Me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nadia, hahah, i'm really going to miss having someone to make fun of in class. Not that i make fun of you a lot, just that there wont' be as much laughter in my class anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;You're always so blur haha, actually not always lah. Just that you are blur. I'm going to miss watching my TV Drama in class a lot. And miss the someone who keeps turning around to shhhh me during lessons. It won't be the same i guess.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully you will be less blur next year, i still can't believe you didn't realise what was happening man. Gosh, hahah. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we wont' drift, no matter what happens okay. We'll still talk like we used to i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can count on me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nadia, I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Rachael, Sincerely Me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rach, I guess we've drifted a lot since the start of the year. When we were really really close. My Confidante i used to call you. And yes, i'll still confide in you when i have problems. Just that, aiyah, i realy dont' know what happened for the past month but whatever it is, i'm sorry. Okay anyway, i really hope we can become as close as we used to yknow. Hahah, you know what i still have the photo thing thing that you drew on MSN, when i had short hair, i forgot what it was about, but i still have that screen shot thing. Hahah, i bet you can't remember what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my confidante for the past 2 years. I'll miss having you in class a lot, like no more hearing your super loud laughs in class, and those funny noise thing you use to call people. Haha, and like yeah everything. I'm going to miss you. No more 21 22 thing things. Oh well, we'll still be close yes? I hope. And we still must talk okay. Must.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, i'll always remember the time when we were SUPER close. Which is i forgot when, but we were really close. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, if you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and I Love You Rach. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6966181551404956583?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6966181551404956583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6966181551404956583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6966181551404956583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6966181551404956583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-cheryl-sincerely-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3784870623449152783</id><published>2007-10-31T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:47:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ps, i'm continuing my dedications and shoutouts. Sorry, i guess my clock stopped. Get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ama, Sincerely Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ama, thank you for always listening to my rubbish (as usual) and always telling me to stop. haha, no no seriously i doubt many people can actually tolerate me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will really miss having you in class, you know like no more kicking your chair, and watching tv dramas. No more listening to your damn retarded-hyperventilating laughs. Noisy lah, but yes i'll miss them loads. Thanks for encouraging me during the exam period especially that studying night during CA2. (was it?) You know when it was, i think. Thanks for always listening to my problems and like sort of telling me what's going on. I know, i'm always the last to know. I know we'll still be close, HOPEFULLY. On Saturdays eh, Nothing should change. I like our friendship the way it is. Unless it becomes a better friendship lah. Okay you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and i'll really miss having you in my class.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, i realised i haven't said sorry for that time when i daoed you and it ended up making us both angry with each other. Haha. About &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dillon&lt;/span&gt; lah.  Sorry ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3784870623449152783?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3784870623449152783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3784870623449152783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3784870623449152783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3784870623449152783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/ps-im-continuing-my-dedications-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6523181312738714544</id><published>2007-10-27T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:29:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry clique and all the future shoutouts i was supposed to type to.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go, i'll most probably continue tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6523181312738714544?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6523181312738714544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6523181312738714544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6523181312738714544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6523181312738714544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-clique-and-all-future-shoutouts-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5472453772758233497</id><published>2007-10-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:00:56.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear 2/2,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've made my life totally different. Yes there were Primary school classes which were also great, but nothing was better than 2/2. Lizzi looked at me and said, "the song is true. &lt;strong&gt;why do all good things come to an end&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think of words to put this.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in 2/2 made a difference to me. 2/2's the closest to perfect anyone can get. It's really very annoying how we've got to &lt;em&gt;change &lt;/em&gt;and everything, and then people start to &lt;em&gt;drift&lt;/em&gt; and, in the end, friends end up as strangers to each other. I don't want all that to happen. I mean there's really nothing i can say to 2/2 to like thank you guys or what, but i really hope that our halloween and chalet would bring us even closer.&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent crying together and hugging was well spent time together. Forget all the class bonding event and competitions, that time we spent was enough. No one actually said anything to each other, i guess everyone was just thinking of the times we had and everything. And then the crying and hugging. Friendships were mended, friends became closer, sorry's were said. But why did this have to be the end of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Gen, Sincerely Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been perfect but tell me, which friendship IS perfect. The hugs and the crying, there was no need to talk. Again, i really was thinking of the times. I'm really going to miss it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss you a lot. I'll miss sitting next to you in class. No more talking while lessons are going on. No more cam-whoring under the table. No more watching our TV Drama ever again. No more gen to talk to in class. No more annoyance #1. No more not understanding what the teacher is talking about. No more giving you wrong answers when the teacher asks you a question. I will miss it all ):&lt;br /&gt;I actually just want to say something, like i don't think i'd ever say it to you, so i guess i will use my blog. I'm sorry for whatever wrong signal i sort of gave you, but i can assure you, i am not that. I still think D is hot. Haha. I don't know if you get what i'm trying to say, but whatever it is, i think i still prefer how we used to be like. It just wasn't so awkward. I really wish i could turn back the clock and like didn't not talk to you for that 2 weeks or so. I regret now.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you and i say that we're both bfs, what matters is how we treat each other, as friends. So, for me, i'll still say you're my bf no matter who or what says anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to thank you for everything you have done, and listening to my nonsense till you can't stand it. How else can i thank you. I really really hope we'll still hang out together, and talk and definitely don't drift okay? I'll miss you tons. I really really will.&lt;br /&gt;And if you need someone to talk to when you're down, i'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, bestfr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5472453772758233497?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5472453772758233497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5472453772758233497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5472453772758233497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5472453772758233497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-22-youve-made-my-life-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8399540250021717588</id><published>2007-10-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:31:11.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Continuing my post,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes and we spent a fruitful morning together eh, and we took quite a handful of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like i told them where they'd find me if one day, i am reported missing. That they'll find me at the bridge place, i forgot what we called. Some funny name lah. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYqMjwPVmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KULvR3M_VxY/s1600-h/Image206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122328021424887394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYqMjwPVmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KULvR3M_VxY/s200/Image206.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favourite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes and i ponned Ballet just for them, hahah, no lah, cause i was still eating lunch then. So i decided not to go. And we spent ages to find stuff to remember this day. Haha, and we bought the card thing and a badge that said "Bridesmaid" hahah we're still as childish as ever you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans to changi airport and Park together mustn't fail eh, must come true ;D Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Mars later and went back to esplanade again. I told ya' it was my fav place. haha. sort of lah. Thanks for listening as usual. I love God for giving people ears man, serious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3rd Day- Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hari Raya to All Malays out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy new year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, eh, had no ballet, no piano, no cat class. Cause it's a public holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really forgot what i did. Haha, i'll repost when i remember what i did then. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4th Day- Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mass with Parents, and grocery shopping at Bishan. Crazy lah, with all the tidbits and the cheap snapples! Met Rondaaa there. And then went to town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stpid Mother wanted to go to Paragon. Like wth, not as if we're really gonna buy anything lah. She said go see the clothes. At least maybe metro, but noooo she went to the really up market place hahah. like the crazy prices for a bag. haha. and i wanted to go to taka. And then when we really did. She went to the wrong side again, she had to choose to go to the expensive side, I just wanted shop! Hahah. New Face was having a show, the models were quite weird looking, just damn hot bods. Bought some tanktops from G2000. Oh well, not a very fruitful day. haha. I still prefer good ol' bugis street.Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i forgot what i did after that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 Day- Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Cheryl Annneeee Goh. After like dont' know how long she took to choose a place and time, i was busy practicing piano. And then she was so fickle. haha. Then when i was going to leave it started to RAIN HEAVILY. Like really really heavily, it was madness. And then it was delayed even more. So we met at dhouby at about 2 plus. Then we walked around for a while, and then decided to go to good ol' bugis. Haha, my new name for it. Anyway, then bought my jeans shorts, and I GOT A COOLIO CHAIN THINGO. Its a camera. I'll put a picture as soon as i receive the pictures (Nut!) haha. Anyway, then sorry Cheryl i had to leave earlier, sorry to pangseh you. Anyway, took bus home and it was so crowded. Argh, annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate, watch some TV and went for ballet. Ballet was okay, angie kept spotting my mistakes. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Day- Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Nut's Simei house to swim, and like check it out. Met Mars in the morning. And she's so cute, she told me 1130 but then at about 1045 she called me and asked me where i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i said i was at home, and then she asked me why. But i didn't knw what to say. Haha cause i wasn't late what. Then she realised we were supposed to meet at 1130 and not 1045. Hahah, Mars, seriously, we need to get you a new clock already eh. Haha. Anyway, i was late, as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then trained there. and took a bus. But the bus was wrong, it was taking us backwards, and then we walked back to some bus stop to take the proper bus to nut's pink house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah, Nut told us her house was pink, and both of us were like looking out for pink buildings all the way, but then we were wondering, there wouldn't be any condos painted PINK. So we thought Nut was colour blind. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate ham and biscuits and swam when rain stopped. Tried to swim laps but failed. Haha. speedo guy was weird. Hahha. Talked in pool. Transferred to the jacuzzi thing. and i was really hungry so i started whining. And then dumbdumb Mars and Nut refused to get out of the water, and i was left there fending myself from the wind and the breeze all alone. Hungry and Thirsty. Sad and Fearful. Okay enough. Anyway, then we went to bathe and ate at KFC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, cam-whored in train. Thanks to my cool camera we had nice pictures lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home, got caught in the rain, followed Aunty Marilyn's umbrella (haha) and reached home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 of school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to school mood, supposed to run but really too lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's great, voting for the class stuff is funny, stpid Lissa thinks she so funny lah. Go vote for everyday. hahah cause she says that everyday also can. Annoying! Hhaa. And then recess was okay. Results were considered still okay, and some really quite lousy. But i'm not going to be too bothered by it, cause thre's nothing that can be done to change the results now. So i shan't waste my tme being depressed. And Lunch with Clique and all was good, it's really been long since we've had a time like that. Really, i'm a happy girl because of that. Ate at food court after walking ALL around J8. Aiyerrr, somemore the stupid lady didn't have jackfruit. Spoiler you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yah, i can't remember what happened after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll continue later ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8399540250021717588?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8399540250021717588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8399540250021717588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8399540250021717588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8399540250021717588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/continuing-my-post-yes-and-we-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYqMjwPVmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KULvR3M_VxY/s72-c/Image206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4010283330172294600</id><published>2007-10-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:26:30.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello World, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite slack these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had our amazing 5 days holiday, haha ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm finally picking up my sausage fingers (those that are growing fatter each day) to type out the happenings. Finally man. Now, Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1st Day- Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Susu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahah sorry this is super late, but yes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUSU! Hope you enjoyed your Fish &amp;amp; Co. Birthday Bash. Annoying you know, i took the picture at the glass house place (the LOVE place) and then they used th one i was not in. hahaha you guys arh, asses you know. It obviously is because of my wonderful photography skills please. HAHA ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, then we walked around and went back at about 6 plus, couldn't stay too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co. has really good birthday bashes, and like remember to share your portion, cause it's really too much for one person to finish, even ME. Considering the fact that i'm a pig. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures will be up when i get them. Samm? Angelenee? Anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2nd Day- Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our trio reunion today ;D It was really good, like it was heartening to see that we still could talk even though we haven't really been together for quite some time. Really happy that we're still kind of close, and i'm really going to miss Yang and Jaimes when they're gone. Who ask them to be so smarty smarty? Haha IP's just too wowing for me. It's just too much for me to take in, but both of them can do it. Seeeee, smarties! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were like tourist eh, esplanade then merlion and yanglin is so funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She pronounces Kueh Bulu as Kueh Bah - Hu - Lu. I was laughing like dont' know what. Cause she says it in a funny way. And they chose a theme to wear CCA Shirts. So i walked around with my Dance shirt, like this kuku. Hahha, and we looked like we had school or something. Funny People do funny things man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pictures ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYlHzwPVfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D5s-_2fcPDU/s1600-h/Collage+%3BD-+colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122322442262369778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYlHzwPVfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D5s-_2fcPDU/s200/Collage+%3BD-+colour.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYl1TwPVgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QYB0_sTWnWw/s1600-h/Image193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122323223946417666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYl1TwPVgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QYB0_sTWnWw/s200/Image193.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really were trying to fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like SuperMan/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYm7zwPVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zml9tWYvONw/s1600-h/Image197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122324435127195154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYm7zwPVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zml9tWYvONw/s200/Image197.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYnKDwPViI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IJtbBTu61zc/s1600-h/Image205+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122324679940331042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYnKDwPViI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IJtbBTu61zc/s200/Image205+2.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They know where to find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYnmzwPVlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwPiAvPkg6Y/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122325173861570130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYnmzwPVlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwPiAvPkg6Y/s200/Image210.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mermermerlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYnaTwPVkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MQggcWepoNY/s1600-h/Image209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122324959113205314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYnaTwPVkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MQggcWepoNY/s200/Image209.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4010283330172294600?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4010283330172294600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4010283330172294600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4010283330172294600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4010283330172294600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-world-its-been-quite-slack-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RxYlHzwPVfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D5s-_2fcPDU/s72-c/Collage+%3BD-+colour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3133068328512853652</id><published>2007-10-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:24:39.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right world, i'm like ancient to blogger now, cause it has been ages since i last blogged a PROPER post. Haha the last one's not counted.&lt;br /&gt;Although, although, it does have lots of meaning in there.&lt;br /&gt;Okay Anyway. EOYS are overrrr, and it's results that will just blow me away.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not flipping to the back of my science paper. Fish lah. I just wasted 10 marks cause i didnt' know there was a question behind. Idiot you know.&lt;br /&gt;And like everything's been a whirl, like i really dont' know why but this year has "passed" so fast. Not exactly passed, but it's like a few more weeks and it's the end of Sec2 year. It's really kind of sad, so i'm planning a class gathering soon. And then a class chalet and a class reunion. And of course catching up with old friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam studying has been fruitful with Marie. Due to uncondusive (such a word?) environment, i've been studying with Mars for the week and all. It's been fruitful, like there's no rubbish talks and all. Just studying. Okay not just but yeah studying. The block next door to my house is having a major construction going on. En-bloc. So it's been frigging noisy since dont' know when man. And yeah, so study at mars house was good. Exams were sucky though . i have a feeling i'm going to be far away from my goals and like do quite badly. There goes my 50% man.&lt;br /&gt;Fish lah. Okay and the day before chinese exam was a pure relaxation moment.&lt;br /&gt;Last exam and i was quite okay with my zaojus. So we started talking. Haha, yes like talk.&lt;br /&gt;It was good Mars, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i really dotn' know how to type this post out. Oh well. i'll update more in a while. Meantime, i'll just post this up first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3133068328512853652?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3133068328512853652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3133068328512853652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3133068328512853652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3133068328512853652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-right-world-im-like-ancient-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1032543976896399634</id><published>2007-10-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:34:11.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts me how some think they know me&lt;br /&gt;But they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just wonder why your life is so fished up.&lt;br /&gt;And then, you wonder if it was your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1032543976896399634?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1032543976896399634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1032543976896399634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1032543976896399634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1032543976896399634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-hurts-me-how-some-think-they-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8429730119645291686</id><published>2007-08-19T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:16:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Have No Mood For Posting Proper Posts/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss promenade. I miss promenade. I miss promenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure i miss it more than th number of times i can type it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially suffering from post-production blues (joyce's words)&lt;br /&gt;Everything i see today, i assiociate with promenade, and i'm trying t stop the waterworks.&lt;br /&gt;Shit )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS PROMENADE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8429730119645291686?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8429730119645291686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8429730119645291686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8429730119645291686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8429730119645291686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-no-mood-for-posting-proper-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-667057680550802780</id><published>2007-08-12T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:58:01.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr7FcFVREZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SltUw0P7RVY/s1600-h/Birthday+post+picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097728914488365458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="277" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr7FcFVREZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SltUw0P7RVY/s200/Birthday+post+picture3.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Best Friend &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i know this is really late, sorry : \&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend that really cares, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my secrets i can share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There when i need a hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There to understand.&lt;br /&gt;When i cry, she will be by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i am away, she will call me day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i need her at all, she'll be there to stand tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything i say will be heard, she will listen word by word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I am late, she will open the gate.&lt;br /&gt;As she looks in my eyes, the sparkle she realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the one that cares, and the one thats there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you GHYN (haha) for always being there. Sometimes we have our cold wars, but who doesn't? We have our fair share of fun together, and talk t each other during lessons like no body's business. There were times when i've gotta sit alone, and i must say, school's different. Without you, it'll be like a colourless world. Yes, it will. So, on your birthday, I thank God for you. Because God made you and brought us together t be Best Friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. just remember &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Best friends are always better than boy friends&lt;/span&gt;. Haha ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GENEVIEVE HEAH, more than i love ernie i always say.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-667057680550802780?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/667057680550802780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=667057680550802780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/667057680550802780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/667057680550802780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-best-friend-3-yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr7FcFVREZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SltUw0P7RVY/s72-c/Birthday+post+picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5414588966654761272</id><published>2007-08-12T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:10:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6_j1VREWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oo2EjBEmZMs/s1600-h/IMAG1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097722450562584930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6_j1VREWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oo2EjBEmZMs/s200/IMAG1065.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my very &lt;em&gt;first painting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah my brother said it was too horrible t sell, but still, MY FIRST OKAY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr7ACFVREXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QJJsjRaaeKk/s1600-h/IMAG1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097722970253627762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr7ACFVREXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QJJsjRaaeKk/s200/IMAG1070.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case you couldn't see my wonderful painting clearly ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5414588966654761272?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5414588966654761272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5414588966654761272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5414588966654761272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5414588966654761272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-out-my-very-first-painting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6_j1VREWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oo2EjBEmZMs/s72-c/IMAG1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5783042084472390429</id><published>2007-08-12T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:04:28.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6-SFVREUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LpJoMPsVa5M/s1600-h/IMAG0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097721046108279106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6-SFVREUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LpJoMPsVa5M/s200/IMAG0207.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make time spent at promenade all so worth while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6-mVVREVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l2DcDzob6K8/s1600-h/IMAG0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097721394000630098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6-mVVREVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l2DcDzob6K8/s200/IMAG0212.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treatment sessions are love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5783042084472390429?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5783042084472390429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5783042084472390429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5783042084472390429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5783042084472390429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/they-make-time-spent-at-promenade-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6-SFVREUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LpJoMPsVa5M/s72-c/IMAG0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7707175260711101528</id><published>2007-08-12T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:59:28.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr67w1VRERI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TA7Eka_1DfA/s1600-h/IMAG0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097718275854373138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr67w1VRERI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TA7Eka_1DfA/s200/IMAG0200.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Gen and My Favourite Tv Drama Show. Haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry the video was banned my nadia, she didn't allow me t put it up and and anyway, i don't think blogger allowed me t put it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr69P1VRETI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hMTWteX1yiE/s1600-h/IMAG0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097719907941945650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr69P1VRETI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hMTWteX1yiE/s200/IMAG0195.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama suffocating Nadia. Haha don't worry, she lived on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr68O1VRESI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZMO9tVDPonc/s1600-h/IMAG0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097718791250448674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr68O1VRESI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZMO9tVDPonc/s200/IMAG0198.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gen wins "Best Reaction Award" of the year/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7707175260711101528?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7707175260711101528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7707175260711101528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7707175260711101528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7707175260711101528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/gen-and-my-favourite-tv-drama-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr67w1VRERI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TA7Eka_1DfA/s72-c/IMAG0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6497980350826924610</id><published>2007-08-12T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:20:54.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6YZVVREQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lpUtjqQ3tok/s1600-h/Nad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097679389220475138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="196" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6YZVVREQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lpUtjqQ3tok/s200/Nad+2.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sort of original, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Th original picture only had one nadia. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6WbVVREPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sZFlSb7Dxv0/s1600-h/NAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097677224556957938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="225" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6WbVVREPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sZFlSb7Dxv0/s200/NAD.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Photoshopped version, Haha. Nadia ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6WbVVREPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sZFlSb7Dxv0/s1600-h/NAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6497980350826924610?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6497980350826924610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6497980350826924610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6497980350826924610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6497980350826924610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/sort-of-original-th-original-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rr6YZVVREQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lpUtjqQ3tok/s72-c/Nad+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1251382011685444847</id><published>2007-08-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:48:31.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx4HVVREMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1KJI99cDczs/s1600-h/collage+1-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097080945657319618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx4HVVREMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1KJI99cDczs/s200/collage+1-9.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx741VRENI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IXUbBWpK_O8/s1600-h/Attempts+for+daoface..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097085094595727570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx741VRENI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IXUbBWpK_O8/s200/Attempts+for+daoface..jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Failed attempts for the dao face, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx9qVVREOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KIftOnR4cxA/s1600-h/IMAG0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097087044510879970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx9qVVREOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KIftOnR4cxA/s200/IMAG0051.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our "successful" one after super long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1251382011685444847?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1251382011685444847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1251382011685444847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1251382011685444847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1251382011685444847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/count-with-me-our-failed-attempts-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rrx4HVVREMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1KJI99cDczs/s72-c/collage+1-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7949217034623781123</id><published>2007-08-10T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:14:34.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrvnmFVREII/AAAAAAAAAHE/tlaYhzPcAn8/s1600-h/IMAG0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096922044752269442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrvnmFVREII/AAAAAAAAAHE/tlaYhzPcAn8/s200/IMAG0002.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z-Cup Socky, don't be angry with me anymore please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry : \&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrxxZlVREJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5zyFra2uJQA/s1600-h/IMAG0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097073562608537746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrxxZlVREJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5zyFra2uJQA/s200/IMAG0012.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study date ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrxyClVREKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I0zzP0c7T58/s1600-h/IMAG0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074266983174306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrxyClVREKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I0zzP0c7T58/s200/IMAG0013.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7949217034623781123?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7949217034623781123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7949217034623781123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7949217034623781123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7949217034623781123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/z-cup-socky-dont-be-angry-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrvnmFVREII/AAAAAAAAAHE/tlaYhzPcAn8/s72-c/IMAG0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6956164010411621778</id><published>2007-08-10T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:17:28.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrveR1VREGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WcdykLa9blM/s1600-h/IMAG0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096911801255268450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrveR1VREGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WcdykLa9blM/s200/IMAG0058.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Retarded Friends, Thanks for embarrassing me that day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrvlrlVREHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PYONaTR_wrg/s1600-h/IMAG0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096919940218294386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrvlrlVREHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PYONaTR_wrg/s200/IMAG0061.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, We look DISGUSTING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, our wonderful sweets ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6956164010411621778?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6956164010411621778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6956164010411621778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6956164010411621778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6956164010411621778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-retarded-friends-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RrveR1VREGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WcdykLa9blM/s72-c/IMAG0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6988320825891753290</id><published>2007-08-10T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:04:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies, get ready for a long long post, i think.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this week has been all about night runs, and lousy dinners, cam-whoring, feeling out&lt;br /&gt;The week before was just pure pleasure, when Gen and my 'TV'was playing really good stuff. Haha, Nad and Ama were being stupid childish kids and fighting. I'll put the video up later.&lt;br /&gt;And Gen and i just couldn't stop talking and cause of that, i totally have no idea what mrs janny lee is talking about. Haha. Oh shit, which is kind of bad. but those topics are not tested for Sa lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Runs are fun, but they wear people out. But still I like them, the atmosphere will dancing on top of those platforms are Great. And the waiting time inside the office is da bomb please.&lt;br /&gt;We get aircon, we try telling ghost stories, we pray together, we laugh together. Basically no one's left out there lah. It's like a one big happy fam in the office. It's away from all the craziness and stupid jon's screaming. Haha. Okay pretend i didn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends have been all right, shopping with Mum most of the time, and revising. Cause mum doesn't allow me t go study at people's house already and and oh i checked out AMK hub already. Kind of wasted time actually cause i only saw one vintage top that my mum ddn't wanna buy for me, but she said if i want, must use my own money. Stupid, cause we saw the top in a shop that sells kids clothing too. And then she insists that those tops are for maternity. I was like, NOOO, it's for us. Blardy hell. Anway, i met Nut there and i think i saw kind of a lot of IJ girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6988320825891753290?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6988320825891753290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6988320825891753290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6988320825891753290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6988320825891753290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/ladies-get-ready-for-long-long-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5249109909956925268</id><published>2007-07-29T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:18:20.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking through old photos, pure pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, this is so funny. Super super SUPER funny ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samm's baby picture; 1 year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqxnuFVREEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RIa0fQIhCRc/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092559320052207682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="195" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqxnuFVREEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RIa0fQIhCRc/s200/IMG_0779.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samm; 14 years old (so not cute anymore lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqxojlVREFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aNbeVfY3wEg/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092560239175209042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqxojlVREFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aNbeVfY3wEg/s200/IMG_0781.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, go enjoy ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(some disgusting cam-whore photos are also damn funny please, CJ students somemore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, dont' want t give any more information already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5249109909956925268?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5249109909956925268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5249109909956925268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5249109909956925268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5249109909956925268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-through-old-photos-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqxnuFVREEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RIa0fQIhCRc/s72-c/IMG_0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-9106075939786246739</id><published>2007-07-29T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:39:05.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love today a lot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I love Samm and Z-cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for today ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, everyone else lah, dont' be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone too. Really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-9106075939786246739?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/9106075939786246739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=9106075939786246739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/9106075939786246739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/9106075939786246739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-today-lot-and-i-love-samm-and-z.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3422533151167802727</id><published>2007-07-29T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:36:45.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Samm's house now. Z-cup and I came t Samm's house t study, and then z-cup left cause she was going out and then i think she was going t collect her singfest tickets. wahlao, pangseh us for the tickets. but it's all right, cause i'm nice, and i will understand. Haha, and the pig is now sleeping, so basically i'm left alone t talk t myself. And i'm supposed t update, so here i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happier now,  i mean like no more rubbish thoughts. Eh, It's like there's no point thinking that i'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i'm going t be happy. Haha, yeah i know the world can see that word, but just putting it smallest size for the fun of it. Sorry loves, dont' have my camera's cable here. So can't upload the photos. Oh, anyway, i lost my pretty sony erricson phone, so now i'm currently borrowing an un-used phone from Cheryl, So you guys still can sms me, but then must remember t put your names. It's actually been a week lah, but i mean, i just updated only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta start mugging like NOW! cause Hmt fake Ca's on wednesday, and then bababoom, everything's gonna start piling up. Damn i want more time. Like More.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3422533151167802727?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3422533151167802727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3422533151167802727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3422533151167802727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3422533151167802727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-dreaming-of-waking-up-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1729472165490107255</id><published>2007-07-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:25:26.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Goodnight, means Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqDEvSQN_SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UVZIrGZ8Gx8/s1600-h/50392486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089283895561420066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 459px" height="275" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqDEvSQN_SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UVZIrGZ8Gx8/s200/50392486.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn, colour your hair, watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nineteen minutes is how long it took the Tennessee Titans to sell out of tickets to the play-offs. It's the length of a sitcom, minus the commercials. It's the driving distance from the Vermont border to the town of Sterling, New Hampshire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In nineteen mintus, you can order a pizza and get it delivered. You can read a story to a child or have your oil changed. YOu can walk a mile. YOu can swe a hem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or you can just jump off it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In nineteen minutes, you can get revenge." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1729472165490107255?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1729472165490107255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1729472165490107255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1729472165490107255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1729472165490107255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-nineteen-minutes-you-can-mow-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RqDEvSQN_SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UVZIrGZ8Gx8/s72-c/50392486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1892096272852238522</id><published>2007-07-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:31:32.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My week was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's been a bad week, i feel like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; reversing time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the way I've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile and not get worried.&lt;br /&gt;I try but it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can make what I have built.&lt;br /&gt;And better now&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can find the same white pills.&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie. A kiss with opened eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she's not breathing back.&lt;br /&gt;Anything but bother me.&lt;br /&gt;(It takes my pain away)&lt;br /&gt;Never mind these are horrid times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a false sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see my every flaw.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can say they're above this all.&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie. A kiss with opened eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she's not breathing back.&lt;br /&gt;Anything but bother me.&lt;br /&gt;(It takes my pain away)&lt;br /&gt;Never mind these are horrid times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie. A kiss with opened eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she's not breathing back.&lt;br /&gt;Anything but bother me.&lt;br /&gt;(It takes my pain away)&lt;br /&gt;Never mind these are horrid times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes my pain,&lt;br /&gt;takes my pain,&lt;br /&gt;takes my pain,&lt;br /&gt;takes my pain away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, i still trust that you'll find me one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1892096272852238522?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1892096272852238522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1892096272852238522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1892096272852238522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1892096272852238522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-week-is-fucking-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-2983225836804782884</id><published>2007-07-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:48:44.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. I sat with Nadia for school today. Sorry Rach, we could have sat together, but oh well. Cheryl was absent, Gen and Ama were at track competition. So it was 1/2 of the clique today. Stupid Nadia's elbow lah, don't know what's wrong with that toot elbow lah, stick out so so much man. Gen and Ama came back during assembly : &lt;a&gt;\\\\&lt;/a&gt; all quiet and sad. Oh man, it's all right now. Then the lunch confusion. Rach, Nadia and I supposed t go for lunch. But then Rach had t be back by 3.30pm for tuition. And i didn't know Nad was joining us. And then since Gen and Ama came back already. Ama was injured so couldn't go out, but then she didn't say she couldn't go out t eat lunch or whatever. And Gen wanted t go t CCK t support long-d girls. So she wanted me t go with her. And And Z-cup postponed sport doctor appointment. So it was like, Ahhhhh. Confusion. In the end, We &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; went for lunch at subway. Hahaha, it was damn damn crazy. Don't know what was wrong man, cause i remembered "2/3 of God's Name is GO!", then i said it out. Then Ama stare at me, then started laughing like crazy. So did I. Chaos lah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gen and I went down t CCK t support the Long-D girls. The train ride was long, but talked talked then not long we reached. Met Doralyn at the MRT station and took 307 (woah, i remembered the number!)&lt;br /&gt;Cheered cheered cheered, talked talked talked.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went home. Wah, the stupid train was so packed, that there was no seat. So we had t stand the whole way back. Stupid only lah. Reached home, did work and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was all right. Everyone was back. And after a very very long time, The clique was back together again. Like no missing people here and there. Ep was mac-ing time. and friendster, and blog tagging time. haha, no one actually did proper research lah dude. And then, the most wonderful thing happened. &lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE ENGLISH AND LATE DAY HMT CANCELLED &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of the history museum trip ;D Damn happy lah. But at first i didn't know, so when we were walking back t class, then i was asking ama what lesson's next. Then she said no more, then i was super super happy that i started laughing weirdly. Then ama started laughing like don't know what. So then we both started laughing like don't know what in the middle of no where. Haha, stupid lah. Lunch and then History musuem.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures another day, too lazy/&lt;br /&gt;History musuem was fun with cam-whoring. The listening with the companion was also damn nice and cool. The stories were damn nice t listen t. But the stupid spoiler worksheet, didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Six went for wonderful, marvellous, but super unhealthy prata at Thomson. We walked t a bus stop, then took bus t Prata house. I ate paper prata; tissue, and was like full. Don't know why also. Ate ate ate, talk talk talk, then took bus t tp swimming complex and walked back. Saw keith climbing over the swimming pool railings. And poor me still had t walk one big round t get home. Aiyerrr. Practice musice, did work. And yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-2983225836804782884?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2983225836804782884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=2983225836804782884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2983225836804782884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2983225836804782884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-school-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8478876528171564436</id><published>2007-07-08T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:36:15.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For all those troubled, especially:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen, Ama, Z-cup, Nut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please feel better now, i beg you. I know it's not easy but please. Please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel worse than you when you're in pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel worse than you when i know you're sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel worse than you when you're feeling sad, upset, confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the worst when i know you cried, or see/hear that you cried. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like crying whenever you're troubled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the way i am made, so. For Me?&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8478876528171564436?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8478876528171564436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8478876528171564436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8478876528171564436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8478876528171564436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-all-those-troubled-especially-gen.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5447155576934607451</id><published>2007-07-08T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:26:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For Ama, mama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ama, although i dont' know what's happening. Or you're confused. I hope you'll feeling better. Please let nothing distract you while your run tomorrow! cause i know you want it very much. It's the irony of life. It plays with you. whatever it is, please be happier or less upset. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;And after all You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me, Cheer up loads okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5447155576934607451?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5447155576934607451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5447155576934607451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5447155576934607451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5447155576934607451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-ama-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6809097580185864233</id><published>2007-07-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:19:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Blardy blogger refused t let me put the photo up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's a photo of THEONE people, in macs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Z-cup socky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear z-cup, dont' be sad, actually from the bottom of my heart, i dont' think any words will be able t make you feel better. But still i'm going t try. Cause i wont' leave you in the lurch and let you just feel worse about yourself. I really want t help, but i can't. I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a song for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up the dawn and ask her why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dreamer dreams she never dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wipe that tear away now from your eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray t God with my utmost strength, that You will be better. Z-cup. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6809097580185864233?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6809097580185864233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6809097580185864233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6809097580185864233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6809097580185864233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/blardy-blogger-refused-t-let-me-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8828500241967880370</id><published>2007-07-08T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:46:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RpDBWqdYlqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Juwrf58Av0U/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084776574400108194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RpDBWqdYlqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Juwrf58Av0U/s200/DSC00711.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Best friend, &lt;/strong&gt;please don't be sad already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand it when people around me are sad, i'll feel sad too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a song t you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;May your smile shine on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause all of the stars are fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see them some day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take what you need and be on your way and stop crying your heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That one was t tell you t stop worrying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;However far away, I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;However long I stay, I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever words I say, I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That one's t tell you that i'll always love you dear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer up, Gen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8828500241967880370?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8828500241967880370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8828500241967880370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8828500241967880370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8828500241967880370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RpDBWqdYlqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Juwrf58Av0U/s72-c/DSC00711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3069952220253593936</id><published>2007-07-08T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:41:12.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Youth Rally, Blardy good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who didn't go for the rally, you sure missed loads man. We had ultimate fun when the singing, screaming, jumping, hyped up, cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;The J-squared A,T. haha, Jocelyn, Jacq, Ama, Theresa ;D&lt;br /&gt;Youth rally really was fun, saw ms wan singing, saw quite a few other people. So afterall, i didn't regret going for the rally ;D&lt;br /&gt;Pictures another day, stupid blogger won't let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3069952220253593936?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3069952220253593936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3069952220253593936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3069952220253593936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3069952220253593936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/youth-rally-blardy-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-2910865198134471485</id><published>2007-07-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:27:25.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, da bomb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier today, i was planning t swim in the morning but it was raining heavily. So couldn't. I managed t finish reading Plain Truth, and finished homework ;D Then went for breakfast at tp, and then picked susu up and went for ballet at siglap.&lt;br /&gt;Ballet was kind of okay, with Ms Ho back from Italy, but the funny thing was that, both susu and i didn't really feel like dancing. But i managed t concentrate a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch at boon keng and went for piano. Piano was okay, but cause i didn't practice, my fingers were having spasm, couldn't play properly ):&lt;br /&gt;After piano, went t ama's house t meet her. Hanged out a little while and decided t go t vivo. Tried on a blouse, but decided not t buy. I think it was because of me that we were late, sorry mama ): anyway, we took train there straight, didn't meet our church people t go for youth rally. So we had t sit next t mybrother and uncle henry. Managed t slip into our own age group people. I'll blog about the Youth Rally in the next post ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-2910865198134471485?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2910865198134471485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=2910865198134471485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2910865198134471485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2910865198134471485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-da-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-2604387796656393458</id><published>2007-07-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:33:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECK THIS OUT; SUPER CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In5uec02E8U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In5uec02E8U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-2604387796656393458?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2604387796656393458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=2604387796656393458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2604387796656393458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2604387796656393458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/check-this-out-super-cute-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3844355795214424770</id><published>2007-07-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:23:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And dance if you wanna dance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE GOT INTO BALLET UNDER THE STARS! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a happy mood tonight, cause:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ares is downloading super quickly. Right now, i've got 15 new songs only using about 40min t download. Frigging happy ;D&lt;br /&gt;2. WE GOT INTO BUTS ;D (ballet under the stars)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tomorrow's gonna be a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;4. I enjoyed promenade today, haha.&lt;br /&gt;5. Relay team got into finals ;D ( i told you that you all could do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was horribly lonely without Gen. I'm serious, during Science prac, i was like this dude who was such a loner. Aiyerr. during math too, no one t check answers with. During Assembly, no one t talk t. SUCH A LONER LAH, ME. Luckily monday she's coming back. I tell you arh, i'll just faint if she doesn't come lah. Gen you better come, dont' pangseh me arh!&lt;br /&gt;Everything was okay, and promenade too.&lt;br /&gt;Combined with cast and choir. It was quite okay, not too hot, and jonathan didn't scold anyone today. And and, Nad was carried super well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, I JUST LOVE TODAY, AND ESPECIALLY TONIGHT ;D&lt;br /&gt;apart from the fact that school was such a bore without anyone t talk t. LONER much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3844355795214424770?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3844355795214424770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3844355795214424770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3844355795214424770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3844355795214424770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-dance-if-you-wanna-dance-we-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7275824139991062750</id><published>2007-07-05T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:09:09.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the best trackers. GEN, AMA, Z-CUP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you guys will do it, and can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Gave Gen her presents and all. Then z-cup and ama.&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, today's lessons were nice. Cheryl sat next t me. I was so smart in science, cause i read the chapter already ;D. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After school, after the meeting about NE, and then supposed t go t CCK t cheer ama, but then cause no one was going. So i decided not t go. Sorry ama :\\\\\\&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Nad and i went t walk tp. I bought this Large kids jacket, frigging cute. and sesame street panties. hha, okay anyway, walked bata. and all, then went home earlier and swam.&lt;br /&gt;Then blogged, and now i've gotta go do work. Aiyerrrr : \&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tomorrow's gonna be another day without Gen. And plus this time, no ama. and still no Rach. OH well, and after that there's gonna be promenade.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's gonna be all happy happy or a sad day again. Trust me, i dont' know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7275824139991062750?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7275824139991062750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7275824139991062750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7275824139991062750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7275824139991062750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7806916208182963893</id><published>2007-07-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:47:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;03072007 Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love school. I love love absolutely love school.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that cheryl, constantly bugging me t talk t her, cause rach's not there. haha, despo dude lah. haha. nah kidding. I felt like cam-whoring. so cam-whored with gen under table. Decided t be a smart kid, so i started really listening. haha. like really realy, and somemore preparing the chapters lah. Damn pro man, haha. can't remember what happened. I didn't have promenade, oh yah. Cheryl and i went t esplanade lib again, really REALLY studied. i read science textbook. then went t marina sq t walk awhile. took bus home. late as usual, mum didn't say anything about it. haha, i love my book anyway, keeps me company. Plain truth ;D woooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04072007 Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ;D Cam-whored. Gen's scared. Ama's scared. Z-cup's worried. Oh no, dont' be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Promenade today, it was okay. no comments. Umbrella marie, thank you. nut the bomb too. haha. went t kiddy palace t find tracker's presents. coudln't find carebears. bought stuff toy flowers for ama and z-cup. bought gen an elmo. went t pasa malam, bought ernie for myself. haha. went home did work, wrote letters for trackers. and studied next chapter of science and geog. I feel like a hero lah. came back at 8 plus and still can do so much things. D&amp;amp;t work on computer late at night, and went t room t read and sleep Pardon my slipshot post, can't stand having t write in full sentences. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7806916208182963893?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7806916208182963893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7806916208182963893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7806916208182963893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7806916208182963893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/03072007-tuesday-i-so-love-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8162711102193070960</id><published>2007-07-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:40:53.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;01072007 Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Lor7 market for breakfast/brunch. Bought the white shoes there ;D and i still want my bata ones dude. And then i really forgot what i did already. haha, sorry, dont' feel like thinking hard now ;D so Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02072007 Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Day celebrations; holiday lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ten-some met up today, no no, Eightsome. No justine and sacha. I was late cause i went swimming/tanning with Ronda Tan downstairs. The sun was too good t resist, haha. sorry guys, late as usual. Supposed t try out Bonnie's sister's new shop's food, but it was closed. SO we settled for Swenses. I ate chewy chocolate fudge, super shiok lah. And cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps, thanks gen. Really. you're the bomb lah, always always there. I love you like dont'know what you know. really. sometimes i swear i just wished you were in dance. and sorry i didnt' go out with you today. i would have if you wanted me t, you're just too nice t make me go out with you. Whatever it is, you cheered me up. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and umbrella friend, Marie, thanks too. haha, nothing's up lah love. I just, oh well, thanks anyway, Umbrella friend, if you need anyone t talk t, you can count on me too yeah? i heart you heart heart hearts haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went t the esplanade library. supposed t go t changi t study. but too far, no time. So city hall. Dance dance dance. All over the place. I was light and happy and retarded back agian. haha. Cam-whored damn alot, in library and rooftop too. haha, thanks janice chye, for your cam, make sure you send me ALL ;D haha. you're gonna die sending me photos. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went home late, mum didn't scold. haha ;D so happy. and i did study okay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;photos up as usual on nat's blog or any else's blog. too many t upload dears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8162711102193070960?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8162711102193070960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8162711102193070960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8162711102193070960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8162711102193070960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/01072007-sunday-went-t-lor7-market-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7316421185302334997</id><published>2007-07-05T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:32:21.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, continuing the post, we played till we all got too dizzy. And thanks t cheryl, we got our pictures. She didn't want t try the spin spin thing, cause she was savouring her bubble tea. Then we went t the library, hung around for a while, couldn't find Jodi Picoult books anyway. And then we left. Went t J8 t walk around for a while. Took utter retarded photos and Yoshinoya, cause Ama was eating. Then Home we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29062007 Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was all right. Rushed for ballet. And believe it or not, i went t Bishan again. Haha, bought the bubble tea again, and then we walked past the playground again, but we didn't stop. And this time, Samm, Nat and I went t J8 t walk. Not library. Walked walked walked, and went back Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30062007 Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frigging missed my saturdays lah. They always kept me busy, as in occupied lah. I love Saturdays ;D I had ballet at siglap in the morning. Then i went t piano straight. Ate lunch at Mrs Swee's and had piano. she told me about the girl upstairs (forgot her name). Finished lesson and went t Ama's house. Supposed t leave at like 2.45, ended up being on the computer. And left at 3.20 plus. We sneaked t Dhouby Gaut, haha, and went for Cat class 45min late. WOOOPS. Anyway, at Ama's house. Retarded shit. I was changing out of my stockings and all, and then ama decided t video it down. And what we realised was that Sony Ericsson censored stuff yknow! haha, they censored my body. haha, wasn't exactly naked, just in my bra. haha, and then yeah so you know, we were late for cat class. And after class, i went for mass. I MISSED THE DRUMMER. and after all, he's not that hot, ama calls it infatuation. oh fine, not hot then. Oh, and our love story of the 4 people just changed. Drummer boy's heart broken, yeah ama? haha, so sad. But i still think he's hot when he plays the drums dude. Can't stand it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinnner at AngMoKio. Supposed t eat the famous western thing called Botak Jones. haha, but the queue was frigging long lah. So we ate at the AMK Hongkong street.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back t the carpark, we saw the fireengine. And cause my brother was posted t firefighting in army, so we were like, jokingly saying, "eh, you go and work extra hours lah, see if you get paid or not". Anyway, then we got into the car and all those. Trying t see what was happening. And guess what, the fire was from the burning of incense, yknow those people who burn on the grass patches. Then we were like, What?! waste time only, we thought what lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then my other brother was like, "Wah, somemore just now that guy so kanchiong! What, rushing t save the grasshoppers left on the grass patch arh?" then i was like, eh, dont' think you very funny lah, shut up lah. hahah, so stupid lah. Went home, watched the Jacky wu shoow, and a DAMN DAMN DAMN retarded hk show. FRIGGING RETARD. dont' know what's with the world now, everyone's not normal except for me. haha ;D who am i trying t kid dude?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7316421185302334997?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7316421185302334997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7316421185302334997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7316421185302334997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7316421185302334997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/anyway-continuing-post-we-played-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7182619570481843771</id><published>2007-07-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:17:53.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm really lazy t update properly, can i start from a day that i want t start from.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28062007 Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have promenade today, but gen and rach had something on. So Ama, Nad, and Cheryl and i decided t go t bishan library. We took 59 t Bishan, and bought the cheapest bubble tea ever. RED PEARL MILK TEA for 90cents dude. Haha, that's what i call a steal lah. Anyway, we passed by the playground and decided t stop and play ;D haha. there was this spinning thing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozRhadYlnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gEWLqA5NFRU/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083668451362903666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozRhadYlnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gEWLqA5NFRU/s200/DSC00722.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin me round, i'll still come running back t you.&lt;br /&gt;{when we were still feeling all right, and not dizzy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozR-qdYloI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cdUcviwUlcU/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozR-qdYloI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cdUcviwUlcU/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083668953874077314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozR-qdYloI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cdUcviwUlcU/s200/DSC00721.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart.&lt;br /&gt;{and then nadia started t feel dizzy and unwell, haha}&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozR-qdYloI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cdUcviwUlcU/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozSZqdYlpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sGIzICmdxGU/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083669417730545298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozSZqdYlpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sGIzICmdxGU/s200/DSC00728.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction.&lt;br /&gt;{But then nadia got too dizzy, so she got off. Haha!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7182619570481843771?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7182619570481843771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7182619570481843771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7182619570481843771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7182619570481843771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-really-lazy-t-update-properly-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RozRhadYlnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gEWLqA5NFRU/s72-c/DSC00722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5503491624697541968</id><published>2007-06-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:25:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Term 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday 25 06 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Z-CUP SOCKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;z-cup, thanks for always being there t hear me out. It's like when there's no one who wants t listen, you're always there. And i just want t let you know that if you ever need anything, i'll always be here. I miss our long talks and all, i can't wait for them t start again. I still remember our talks on changes. Haha, that was sec1. We dont' go way back into time together, but i'm sure we'll stay friends for long. I love you really much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, super slack for the time being. I'm sure it's gonna get the momentum going up and up and up till we just die of studying man. It's my first day and i already feel sick. Haha, i really thank God for my friends. If it wasn't for Gen, i think i'll just die in school lah. And of course the stupid tootheads who ALWAYS eavesdrop on Gen and I, say what we talk so loudly. More like you just want t hear our conversation right? haha, ama and nad never fail t make my day too. Suddenly school doesn't seem so dull anymore ;D&lt;br /&gt;Dance till 8pm today too, Tensome makes my night. Oh, deedee des des is the cheekopek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5503491624697541968?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5503491624697541968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5503491624697541968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5503491624697541968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5503491624697541968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/term-3-monday-25-06-2007-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7204723232041193246</id><published>2007-06-28T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:10:15.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;June 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAILY DOSE OF PROMENADE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and tensome ( I Love You All )&lt;br /&gt;sad case, didn't manage t sleep over, cause my 'rents didn't go away cause raining season so no use t go krabi. so they went t malaysia on Thursday like a day trip, therefore we decided t call off the malaysia trip on saturday already.&lt;br /&gt;Dance was great happy and fun. They wonderful Colours of the last week of holidays i swear man. Can't stand it, i remember talking t Marie and Samm about the future. Haha, what happened that day i'll never forget lah. Yes, we won't drift or what, we'll try t stay together ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; Bugis cheapo thrill ;D we were all trying t save for this day, to no avail as usual. Haha, i bought my pouch cause my old one konked on me. The rest bought other stuff. Bugis cafe cookies, shit lah i miss it. Super nice! Holidays are gonna be over, signed report book. 'Rents say have t quit ballet or music or both. I was screaming, like NOOO, cannot, got piano exam &amp; ballet paid fees. AIYERR. stupid results, sucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;New Term3 Resolution; good grades, save money, ipod ): ): ): lipo my thighs. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7204723232041193246?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7204723232041193246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7204723232041193246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7204723232041193246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7204723232041193246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/18-19-20-21-22-23-june-2007-daily-dose.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1298895174173196082</id><published>2007-06-17T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:19:14.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saturday 160607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t library t borrow books and all at about 12. Loan quota increased again, i think you can borrow 8 books in 1 card. Borrowed 8 books, but couldn't find Jodi Picoult nor Nicholas Spark. I heard from dance seniors that Nicholas Spark's books were good. Anyone having his books? Care t share? Then ate my charsiew/ roasted pork rice in the car on th way t piano.&lt;br /&gt;Piano was relatively good, except Mrs Swee said i have have have t practice my scales cause my exam might be in July : &lt;a&gt;\\\&lt;/a&gt; NO I DON'T WANT! i want september one lah please. Learn a new piece today ;D Started reading my new book on th way home, and then read till dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;Went t goldenmile complex place t eat the famous steamboat, cause it was a rainy day, so my brother felt like eating something hot. Haha, brought my trusty book along, and read while waiting for seats. Cause this shop's system wasn't good, and the only way t get a table is t find a table that almost done and then stand there t chop. Then my Mum was like, "aiyoh how can they have this kind of system, one day surely have fight one lah. Then some people can get their men t stand all around lah, cheater lah" haha, sounded so like black society like that.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was all right, wasn't that good after all. Went home, bathed and watched TV. there was this super star-studded but stupid and lame Chinese Show on Channel U at about 11. If i wasn't that tired i would have watched. The show was really star-studded lah, Jacky Chan, and a lot of other well-known guys.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Dad, Mum and Matt are going to Krabi for 3 days ;D yay, sleepover here i come!&lt;br /&gt;And then Sat &amp; Sun we're going t Malaysia still, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gordon/ Dance, you better know what i'm sacrificing just to be present for blockings man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 170607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DAD ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; t all other dad's out there. ( haha, i doubt any dad will read this but still)&lt;br /&gt;Went for mass at St.Mich's. And then discussed Drum plans with Uncle Freeman, haha, damn funny, he think he damn big. Cause all his loyal fans ( those small boys) were crowding around him, and there i was trying t discuss important stuff with him. Haha, he's one person who doesn't use sms, so inconvenient lah! Anyway, then after Mum's and Brother's meeting, we went t Marina Sq t eat Waraku again. I'm actually getting sick of Waraku's food already, maybe cause i always eat the same thing. haha. damn it, i'm contradicting myself. Ben came later, and met us as Waraku. Anyway, i was like so engrossed in my book, so i decided to memorise the name of the set i wanted, so that when i needed t order i could just say the name out, without interupting my book reading. So i memorised the set- Tonkatsu Wazen (sp?). So the waitress came, and took my order;&lt;br /&gt;Me; eh, can i have a Tonkatsu Wazen *turns back t reading my book*&lt;br /&gt;Waitress; udon or soba&lt;br /&gt;Me; *looks up* uba.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAH. &lt;strong&gt;frigging mahlu lah&lt;/strong&gt;. wth is uba. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;my brother was like; what uba? udon or soba lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me; oh hahaha, sorry udon.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress; *smiles while writing it down*&lt;br /&gt;i tell you arh, dont' nkow what was wrong with my mouth. My brother ordered some curry thing and then i was like i smell like that leh. When i meant t say, i can smell it leh.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, blardy hell.&lt;br /&gt;And then we walked around for a while, and then headed home. i finished my book ;D yay, on t my second book now. haha i'm frigging becoming a geek. haha. maybe it's good after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1298895174173196082?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1298895174173196082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1298895174173196082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1298895174173196082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1298895174173196082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday-160607-went-t-library-t-borrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1175416038667014770</id><published>2007-06-17T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:02:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wednesday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;130607 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today, as usual. Fun with the Ten-some, oh wait was it Ninesome? Haha i can't remember, sorry. And we ended at 4 plus today, cause Desmond let us of earlier ;D So Fivesomes decided t go check out Swenses's student treats (SSS). Five-some; Me, Samm, Nat, Susu, Marie. All went  swenses to eat their SSS- Soup, Side, Sundae. We bought 2 sets, technically Nat bought, sorry Nat i havne't paid you back : \ haha. anyway, so we ordered and then as usual made a lot of noise. We joked about how hungry we were, and how clean we ate the Rodeo wings till. i took a photo, i'll put it up later. Haha, and then i pretended t eat the stupid disgusting veg, and then Marie started laughing her laugh. haha i seriously don't know why (AND I'M SO NOT PERVERTIC ARH!) i sort of like her laughter. haha, cause we dont' like how some people laugh right? So there ought t be some laughters that we like right? And coicidentally i like Marie's. Anyway, then we took off and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 140607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WENT OUT WITH GEN TODAY ;D i missed you gen, it's a pity we didn't have enough time, and anywhere t talk for longer time. Thanks for Today love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry gen, as usual late again, but this time by only about 15min. Haha, met at Tangs and then walked aimlessly all around Orchard. Ate at pepper lunch at taka and talked there for a while. Then walked a little bit more and stopped for ice-cream at Paragon (SHIT, I'M CRAVING FOR RAINBOW ICE-CREAM ): ) talked for awhile, and then went t other places i forgot where. ORCHARD SERIOUSLY SHOULD HAVE A PLACE WHERE WE CAN JUST TALK FOR AGES, AND NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE MAN. Damn it, what the hell are all those architecs (sp?) doing?! Argh. Anyway, took some photos and then i took off for Dance BBQ, while she met her sister and went for dinner. (PS. HOPE YOU HAVE FUN AT SENTOSE LOVE!)&lt;br /&gt;Dance BBQ-&lt;br /&gt;Blardy stopped at the blardy wrong stop, and ended up having t take another bus back t the place i was supposed t drop at. Not exactly a Dance BBQ, but just over 20 plus came ): wahlaoseh, where did the other 130 over dancers go? Anyway, thought that Tensome would come, in the end, only Fivesome came. Ate pizza, chicken wings, and celebrated Khym's belated birthday with the cake. Then went up t her computer room and then watched dance videos. Dad came and fetched me and susu back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 150607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with Ten-some again! I SO LOVE DANCE LAH. Oh and Newsflash, blardy Gordon says i can't go for holiday cause next friday (23/6) he'd be doing blocking, so he needs everyone t be present ): blardy hell, and i betcha my dad won't want t leave me at home and carry on with his holiday. Which means i won't get my sleepover at anyone's house ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i managed t save money t pay Cheryl back 8.5, and then i had t eat biscuits for lunch and drink milo dinosaur for lunch. Ten-some's goal for the following week- save money by cooking our own food and bringing t school t share. I'm gonna make french toast for Tensome and Nut's making Cinnamon toast, so on so forth. Anyway, we did Desmond's dance at stage area today. Super funny but tiring practice. Sweating but fun, Tired but good. Janice and i were being oh so dramatic when it came t the pushing part. haha, damn funny please.&lt;br /&gt;Went back early, cause Mum said that Aunty Marilyn would be having a "party" downstairs. Bathed and then told mum about holiday disaster ): and Mum said, then don't go lah. haha so easy for her t say. And then went down and eat the fried rice, felt so out of place cause it was all the boys, and i mean IMMATURE AND YOUNG BOYS. haha, so i ate at my playground slide, i'm serious that will be my future hideout, IF ANYTHING TROUBLES ME, that's gonna be the place i'm going t man. remember, if i'm missing or something check the playground first! haha&lt;br /&gt;it's a very nice and quiet place, i was star/moon gazing whilst eating my rice. OOHH, SO WONDERFUL LAH.&lt;br /&gt;But Dad and Mum haven't ate, so we went t Chinatown t eat Dad's favourite Claypot rice. I ate dessert, blardy hell didn't even have the one i wanted, so had t settle for peanut soup ):&lt;br /&gt;Told Dad about holiday disaster, but then Dad already applied for leave, so say try asking Gordon t let me off. So i had t explain what blocking was and all, and then Dad just kept quiet about the holiday thing. Ate and then went home, blardy full please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1175416038667014770?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1175416038667014770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1175416038667014770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1175416038667014770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1175416038667014770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/wednesday-130607-dance-today-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3793640826564531929</id><published>2007-06-17T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:35:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;updates dude, &lt;/strong&gt;sorry pardon my laziness ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 080607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promenade started at 2 today. it was fun- haha! sorry i can't exactly remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 090607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i had ballet and then piano. but this time no cat class, cause holiday.&lt;br /&gt;OH I&lt;strong&gt; WENT OUT WITH Z-CUP SOCKY TODAY! ;D&lt;/strong&gt; it's been damn long since i actually went out or talked to her man. we went t far east, and i bought my pretty "zebra" necklace. blardy hell, i wanted the SUPER NICE VINTAGE type of necklace (flat, metal plate!) but it was BLARDY EXPENSIVE I TELL YOU! 30 over for one necklace, and obviously i had no money. so cannot ): ): ): had to settle for my cute zebra ;D haha.&lt;br /&gt;i wished we had more time t talk z-cup ): but couldn't. don't worry when school re-opens again, i betcha we'll talk heart t heart again yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 110607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMENADE TODAY ;D formed what we call the wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEN-SOME ;D Me, Samm, Nat, Susu, Marie, Nut, Janice, Justine, Jiaher, Sacha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(actually no sacha yet, cause she was not back. so it was nine-some first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i tell you, they are da bomb lah. it's like a constant supply of laughter and happiness. i love you guys loads. oh and we planned a nine-some date t sentosa for tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 120607&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE-SOME was supposed t go t sentosa, but in the end only SEVEN-SOME could make it, and not t sentosa but t samm's house. TANNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVENSOME!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Me, Samm, Nat, Susu, Marie, Nut, Jiaher!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some confusion in the morning at first, almost cancelled date. luckily nut mentioned samm's house, and samm said yes (LIKE AFTER DON'T KNOW HOW LONG LAH!) so as usual we met late ( haha sorry guys, i was the latest again!) and then went to macs t eat lunch. but i already ate so i ate apple pie and drank only. (ps. photos will be up laterrrr, or maybe just go check out any of the sevensome's blogs) and then the SUAYKU samm, who IN HER 14 years hasn't taken bus back t geylang before, didn't know what bus t take. So i took out my handy dandy Bus Guide ;D haha. It's damn useful please. Anyway, so i checked which bus and all those, and the 7 of us took 31 t her house. On the bus, we were noisy shit, super noisy lah! 7 of us squeezed at the backrow seats, and went along. Nut and i were looking at the gross couple in front of us. Then Nut started singing the "hey hey you you, i don't like your gf", and i was like, "ewwww!" Cause at the later part of the song, there will be a " i could be your gf " part. haha. Nut arh, tsk tsk. Anyway, we also started singing the Umbrella song (dying Rihanna) haha ;D Oh and then using my guide book, i could read out which stop we were at, so i was like, next stop; ____ , reading out the place, like this tour guide. And then we reacehd the stop, and we all were so squeezed up that we couldn't get up t press the bell, then Samm stood up, reach for the bell and said " i press, i am the hero" (or something like that) damn funny shit lah. Anyway, it was raining so we took another stupid bus for a stupid stop. LIKE ONE BUS STOP ONLY LAH. all cause suayku samm didn't know how t get home.&lt;br /&gt;We watched a little bit of some show, cause Samm said the dance was super nice,but then we couldn't find the part, and there were some sick parts, haha damn funny lah. And we decided t change since the rain stop and the sun was out. Nut da bomb lah, change like out of nowhere. Haha and then everyone deicded t change already. Took some pictures before going down, took some in the lift, took some while swimming, took a lot after swimming. And highlight of th day; TANNING ;D it was superb! i finally got my bikini tan, haha. so pleased. oh well, hope the itching will stop and it won't peel and fade off : \&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone sort of dried off in the toilet downstairs, not bothered t shower. Oh and we took somemore photos there, and and some saw Edmund Chen.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we walked t the place where there was bubble tea (it's the one from our backgate; it shifted t samm's house there) and then walked t LJS t eat. Super wonderful lah, LJS's chicken! oh and ate subway cookie as usual. And then bitched. Haha, damn funny shit lah Nut, confirm can't make it t copy that girl's look lah. She's the only who thinks of tying her hair with a half tie, bun and then the rest just put over one side of the shoulder. Then, we took the train, i dropped at tp and then took bus back.&lt;br /&gt;I SO LOVE THE SEVEN-SOME ;D thanks for today loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3793640826564531929?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3793640826564531929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3793640826564531929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3793640826564531929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3793640826564531929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates-dude-sorry-pardon-my-laziness-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7095551815697916785</id><published>2007-06-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:51:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my loves, don't you think that video clip is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;don't you wish you had a friend like bert, to tell you that you're special when you need some consolation?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time you feel that you're ugly, fat, horrible, sad, down, in need of consolation.&lt;br /&gt;remember this clip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7095551815697916785?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7095551815697916785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7095551815697916785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7095551815697916785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7095551815697916785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-loves-dont-you-think-that-video-clip.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-651220741073673517</id><published>2007-06-08T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:54:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO CHECK THIS VIDEO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;trust me, you'll feel very special after watching this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=48ux6I2uUgQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=48ux6I2uUgQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-651220741073673517?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/651220741073673517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=651220741073673517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/651220741073673517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/651220741073673517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-check-this-video-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8264934031823215134?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8264934031823215134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8264934031823215134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8264934031823215134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8264934031823215134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-little-miss-shirt-d-be-jealous-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RmUXdFsE8iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YrnLYwdBa-A/s72-c/DSC00617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4394836772736274145</id><published>2007-06-05T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:08:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" I WANT TO TRY SOMETHING VERY BERSERK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I WANT TO SPILT OVER THE BARS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;okay try lor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *TRIES SPILTTING OVER THE BARS, AND SUCCEEDS ;D* AHHHHH! HOW TO COME DOWN?! ?!?! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, a coversation between samm and i at the slope and the handrails of the path. super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promenade at 9-5pm today! was late cause of my mother again, she insisted on hanging her blarddddy clothings, AND RETRIBUTION, in the end halfway to school, it started drizzling. hahah! then she smsed my brother to keep the clothings. i was like, wth waste my time only lah! make me late somemore. aiyerrr. hahah, anyway, reached there and our fountain group was the first to be taught new stuff and all those. then we danced for quite some time, and we got our break ;D yay! samm and i went backgate to buy drinks. haha, i was telling samm can can, enough time, but samm scared later korkor Gor Gor want to find us then cannot find, so i told her. "If we run like this (&lt;em&gt;runs like this spastic chicken&lt;/em&gt;), we can reach in time and come back very fast. So we must run like that" HAHAH! funny shit man. bought milo dinosaur with QQ jelly, the aunty there was being irritating again. then went back for dance. and our fountain group had quite a lot of time to rest and play and those stuff. haha. oh and then i forgot when, samm and i started to raise the "flag" (invisible flag) then we started singing the anthem. then we changed the lyrics. haha super funny lah, laugh so looouuudly till gordon had to tell us to keep quiet. haha. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our new lyrics for national anthem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marikita rakyat Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Sama-sama menuju, &lt;em&gt;burst the papayaaaa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheetah cheetah, run very fasssttttt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 young nuns, singapura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marry young give birth very fastttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dengan semangat &lt;em&gt;very youngggg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua kita bersuru&lt;br /&gt;Majulah singapura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha okay so we were bored at that time. and high too. then we lay down at the stage and gazed at the clouds. samm! we must go cloud gazing soon okay. i love the clouds. and then i was saying, God's greatest creation wasn't man, it was the clouds (which didn't really make much sense, cause he's greatest gift was love) haha. woah so cheem. then i was, and God's worst creation was pride. then we stared into blank space for awhile, then samm was like "actually i dont' know, too cheem already" haha. and i was like yah, but then again, God's worst gift was sin. then samm was, "yahh!" haha then we went running in the wind. cause the weather was dark, gloomy and best for dancing and enjoying the atmosphere. haha anyway, we felt the wind in our hair and all, then we lay down in the centre of the parade square and just stoned. haha. i think some others were singing the titanic song on top of the stage, haha "YOU JUMP, I JUMP' haha wth. then i think we had lunch, bought chicken rice from backgate. and went back to school to eat. and then after that we played susu's macs game. super funny lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lai dao mai dang lao arh, yao chi shen me hao ne?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;han bao bao, shu tiao, ke le, ji chi bang, na gette (nuget), yao yao shu tiao (shaker fries) bing qi ling. &lt;/em&gt;haha damn high lah, everyone was in a circle then we played until siao. then we played the MRT game, played freeze and melt. haha. gordon was working on the other group, while this was going on. poor other group didn't get to play, its okay we'll play again another day. gordon kept screaming at us to keep quiet. cause we were screaming damn a lot for the freeze and melt. oh we also played the laoying zhuo xiao ji. haha. damn stupid. childhood games lah. then we danced for the rest of the time. finished first song's blockings just have to keep practicing. wednesday's would be our clean up and first prac with the other chereographer. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home and bathed, ate and went for ballet. ballet was okay only. ms tan was angry. got tricked by samm and nat for the john johnny thingo. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4394836772736274145?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4394836772736274145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4394836772736274145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4394836772736274145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4394836772736274145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-try-something-very-berserk.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5383777249231132073</id><published>2007-06-05T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:36:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet at siglap at 10.45am. only angie, julvian and me went. cause the rest were busy or didnt' have transport. ballet was quite okay, did pointe work. took lunch and went for piano. can't really remember what happened. i just know I DIDN'T GO FOR SATURDAY MASS ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS, NO SIGHT OF &lt;strong&gt;BRYAN&lt;/strong&gt; ): haha. shut up jloong. anyway, had housewarming party at cousin's house. only matthew (oldest brother) went, ben was playing soccer. wth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;food was okay. house was quite nice. BUT BLARDY HELL, there was this long swimming pool in the middle of the whole place. eh, EC they call it. a much better, and with facilities HDB. so cool right? they have a swimming pool, tennis court, basketball court, gym, function room, playground and i think some other things. anyway, there was this stupid guy who was going t swim, BLARDY HELL. i was sitting on the pool bench thing, the chair lah. then my brother was behind me. then the guy took a jump and splashed water at me lah! WTH. then my brother was like, "thanks, thanks for sitting in front of me. " haha blardy, cause he didn't get wet. I GOT WET. aiyerrr. and then drove back. dad stopped at this woodlands place to change money cause he was going away on sunday. i sort of felt like i was in malaysia cause we were like super close to malaysia. haha wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad left at 7am plus. then so last minute, he needed to use the camera, so he woke me up just to ask me where it was and all the batt and batt chargers and stuff. wahlaoseh, super early lah on a sunday morning, so last min. anyway, didn't want to go back to sleep so i read my book.&lt;br /&gt;"The Rise and Fall of a Yummy Mummy" it's a nice book too.&lt;br /&gt;managed to finish the book ;D and then eh got changed and went to church. no sight of bryan, only like that kenneth guy and another younger guy (he's the apprentice of kenneth haha)&lt;br /&gt;after mass, mum had meeting so matt fetched ben and me home first. we walked to shaw plaza to get lunch. KFC FOR ME ;D AND MACS FOR BEN. after lunch, watched a little tv. and mum asked me to get ready and then go down. GOING OUT ;D yay.&lt;br /&gt;fetched ben to pasir panjang for his biking lesson thingo.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cause mum haven't eaten, so we went to boon keng to eat. after eating. she walked into this stationery shop, then she took blardy long there lah. in the end, she bought a table tennis racquet (sp?), some housewarming &amp; birthday cards, scotch tape. wahlaoseh, took su-per-per-per long lah. then finally left for orchard. went to isetan; depressed cause couldn't get my levi's jeans (bye bye marrissa ): ) it was on sale 99bucks. but still ex, so mum said no. anyway, then walked isetan, tangs, and far east. bought a little miss shirt ;D at least i bought something, cause most of the time, my mum was looking at household items. dont' know what was wrong with her that day, but then at least i bought my little miss shirt ;D&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner at pepper lunch and then mum wanted to find the sauce that pepper lunch used. at the isetan supermarket lah. so we were walking there. and HOT GUY ALERT. haha i saw this hot jap-american guy. he was picking some fruit. hah. anyway, wahlaoseh, isetan supermarket's prices are crazy. at least 2 bucks different from other supermarket for the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;tapaoed home for brothers and went back. watched the some hongkong cop show with edison chen inside, second time i watched it. haha. then watched ANTM, wahlaoseh cannot stand that melrose lah! argh. then went to sleep to get ready for promenade in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5383777249231132073?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5383777249231132073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5383777249231132073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5383777249231132073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5383777249231132073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday-ballet-at-siglap-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-815218294432594152</id><published>2007-06-05T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:57:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;friday's promenade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blocking at parade square. &amp; we have to frigging wear sneakers to dance! aiyoh, blardy hell. haha (gordon's language) BALCONY PEOPLE SUPER SHIOK LAH! we've got shade, fun, water, AND FOOD. cause mrs nich's had extra food so she gave the chips and sweets to us. haha, see balcony people aka FOUNTAIN ;D haha, are SAMM, ME, SACHA, ANNE, RUHUI, CHRISTABEL, NORINE. WOOHOOO ;D we're the bomb lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gordon was super funny man! (words adapted from nat's blog; adapted from marie's blog) haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wahlao one simple eight also cannot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you dont look like a dancer, you look like a crab!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no not even a crab, like a prawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dont lose that kopi its my last kopi already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;have you ever seen a flying slipper? / have you ever seen a flying converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you're a dancer not a crab! blardy hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wahlaoeh, SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i really feel like deleting you arh. dance properly lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLARDY FUNNY PLEASE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm lazy t blog about friday already. i'll change day, like the timemachine ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-815218294432594152?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/815218294432594152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=815218294432594152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/815218294432594152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/815218294432594152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/fridays-promenade-blocking-at-parade.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5039674765432806939</id><published>2007-05-31T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:52:57.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, the previous post was a bloody long one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIPS TO PERSUADE PARENTS TO ALLOW YOU TO TAKE UP SOMETHING,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First tell them &lt;em&gt;what you wanna learn&lt;/em&gt; (of course dont' go tell them you wanna like learn biking when you're 14 and you're a girl lah) must choose something that is reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;-Secondly, tell them that &lt;em&gt;this is if you can find a time that is suitable&lt;/em&gt;, so that it won't affect any tuitions lah, piano lah, ccas lah, or anything lah. so must find free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phrase to use&lt;/strong&gt;: that's if i can find a time slot that won't clash with my other stuff lah.&lt;br /&gt;-Thirdly, tell them the time frame for the lessons or what. so for example, for june hols, you can say that you'll try to only take one month's course (during hols) so when school re-opens, it won't affect school work. ( HAHA BULLSHIT.)&lt;br /&gt;-Fourthly, tell them that cause you're interested and you're hoping that you can try all these different things that we dont' normally learn, at least ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. so that next time when people ask you if you've tried that before, you won't be mahlu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phrase to use:&lt;/strong&gt; aiyah, i wanna try ____(thing that you wanna try) at least once right? next time my children ask me if i've tried before, then i say no, so mahlu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE FOUR STEPS WORK WONDERS PLEASE, WELL, IT WORKED ON MY DAD. SERIOUS ;D so pleased with myself. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5039674765432806939?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5039674765432806939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5039674765432806939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5039674765432806939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5039674765432806939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-previous-post-was-bloody-long-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3182766697864468100</id><published>2007-05-31T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:41:38.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Amazing Race @ ST. MICHAEL'S 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was AMAZING man, haha get it? ;D OKAY SHUT UP AGAIN JLOONG.&lt;br /&gt;started off the race with a mass, and did you all know that every public holiday, churches hold masses? DID YOU KNOW THAT? woah, i never did. anyway, uncle freeman escaped and pon-ed mass cause he hasn't ate, so he had to go eat breakfast. haha. so the rest of us had to go, LEAVING US TO DIE WITH THE LADY WHO WAS SINGING. cause no choir right? so there had to be some one, and suay day, it was that lady. WOAH, crazy man, she sounded like she was killing some chicken. OH MY MY. anyway, and all the groups gathered for some briefing before the race started. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO WORLD, GUESS WHAT OUR GROUP NAME WAS? corn. haha ;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;supposed to stand for, Celebrating Our Religious Needs. haha, damn stupid name lah. in the end cause there was another team with this nice, coolio name. EXODUS. haha so we decided that corn will mean the short form of corinthians (SP?) haha.&lt;br /&gt;group members- JLOONG ;D, CLARA, JOSHUA, UNCLE FREEMAN, ALEX.&lt;br /&gt;we solved clues, puzzles, suduku (&lt;3333333), bible verses, to find the link to a church name.&lt;br /&gt;1. Church of our Lady of Lourdes&lt;br /&gt;2. Church of St. Peter &amp; Paul&lt;br /&gt;3. Cathedral of the Good Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;4. St. Joseph Church&lt;br /&gt;5. St. Michael's&lt;br /&gt;i think these were the 5 churches we had to go to, all were in the city district. we thought it would have been longer, but it ended early. oh, different things happened at different places.&lt;br /&gt;poor uncle freeman tripped over something and fell at the gravel place at the Cathedral of the Good Shepherd. DAMN PAIN LAH! right in front of the statue of Pope John Paul 2. the gravel cut his; fingers, elbow, shoulder, knee, leg, chin, teeth&amp;gums, and a blue black at the head. SUPER POOR THING LAH. cause he was too anxious to get to the other part of the church, and he tripped over the gravel &amp;amp; sand stuff. then he fell and cut the skin/ scraped his skin. and he hit his head at the step. he thought he was going to need stiches, but THANK GOD, really thanking God, it wasn't a cut no blood at the head. just a blue-black i guess. but then he was kind of bloody all over. like here you see a cut, there you see another one. SUPER POOR THING LAH! anyway, he said he was okay, and we continued lah.&lt;br /&gt;uncle freeman brought up bryan again, wahlao. AIYERRR. on the mrt, on the way to our first church destination, he was like. "oh yah jocelyn, i forgot to tell you that, that day i saw bryan."&lt;br /&gt;then i was like scared lah, later i accidentally say somemore things, then he go and TALK TO BRYAN AGAIN! haha, anyway, so i was like " AHH, NO NO, I DONT' WANNA HEAR" haha, then he was like, oh okay lor dont' tell you what happened. HAHA like real he saw him lah! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run, Laugh, Talk, Find, Solve, Smile, Think, Eat. &lt;/strong&gt;that's like the summary for roughly what we did. haha. we had to Run quite a lot, to catch up and all those. we obviously Laughed a lot. cause the stupid joshua and alex kept making fun of me. STUPID LAH. &amp; of course, of course, of course we Talked. we had to Find the churches and clues too. then Solve them.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND, cause our church has professional photographers, so on this race, we had 2 photographers following groups around lah. so the photographer kept stalking us. haha, kept following us around. then i kept stopping to smile for the camera. until joshua &amp;amp; uncle freeman couldn't stand it. &lt;em&gt;hello being a girl, ij girl, jloong, jocelyn, &amp; BASICALLY A GIRL&lt;/em&gt;, i had to stay glam right?! haha, can't let them put up a super unglam photo of me like wiping my sweat or something. so when i was solving the sudoku, and the photographer was like there, THERE. aiyerr, so i had to keep smiling lah. then uncle freeman was like, "AIYOH, POSE WHAT POSE?! SOLVE THE PUZZLE LAH. " HAHA. damn funny. when i get the photos, then i'll show you what i mean. haha damn funny. anyway, we also had to Think for some bits. and yeah we got to Eat chicken rice ;D haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and at every station, we had to tell them what group we were, HAHA. SO MAHLU LAH.&lt;br /&gt;station master: what group are you?&lt;br /&gt;us: (laughs, and say) EH, CORN.&lt;br /&gt;us: BREAKS OUT LAUGHING. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a name man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winded up in my church, ST. MICH'S ;D and had tea.&lt;br /&gt;then we had a video show thing of all the photos. damn nice lah!&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation next. GUESS WHAT? CORN CAME IN 2ND MAN ;D woohoo ;D ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to aunty daph's house. aunty daph, uncle henry, josh, clara, me, uncle freeman walked back to her house. stoned for a while, played sims (haha we were bored), drank smoothie, and had dinner at their house. PIZZA ;D and talked over pizza.&lt;br /&gt;then dad came to walk back with me. woohooo! damn fruitful lah the walk back. i managed to tell my dad why i needed to learn water sports and all those. and then we talked about june holiday, as in where we were going. our family arh, damn last min. i was like, "so we're going malaysia lah, since so last min already" then my dad was like" yah, we can go visit pehpeh(uncle) in malacaa first, then drive up to KL or where ever lah" then i was like okay anything. but i thought that time you said we were going to what rendang? then my dad was" oh redang (malaysia beach spot), anything, if want to go still can. or else phuket also can lah.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WAS LIKE, WHAT?! now you still want to book last min tickets to phuket. haha, just cause i wanna try water sports. haha, damn stupid lah. the last trip i went to bangkok, we paid like 300 over for 1person's ticket. and on the SAME PLANE, the person sitting next to us managed to get tickets for like 80bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story: BOOK IN ADVANCE AND PLAN ALL HOLIDAYS EARLIER. cheaper lah. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE NOTES; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- jloong's taking drums ;D&lt;/strong&gt; like finally man. (gotta check out days for lessons lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- jloong's dad doesn't mind jloong trying WATER SPORTS ;D like yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which means i can take a course for like WAKE-BOARDING, jet-ski, parasailing?, sailing ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- jloong's family actually decided that we're going away for june hols. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn last min lah the loongs. as usual. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3182766697864468100?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3182766697864468100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3182766697864468100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3182766697864468100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3182766697864468100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazing-race-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4462686672971373184</id><published>2007-05-31T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:45:13.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wednesday's happenings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMENADE THEATRE ;D&lt;br /&gt;had lunch before promenade with zig-zag at subway. shared a foot long terriyaki chicken with samm. DAMN NICE LAH. bought cookies for promenade's breaks. then went to school for DANCE. dance was fun, it was crazy, spastic &amp; funny. i was teaching jiaher the steps that we learnt on monday, cause she was absent. damn cute lah she, keep stoning. haha. OH OH, AND SHE CAN DO THE PIQUE (pee-kay) haha, SHE DID IT LAH! wasted she didn't really have a lot of time to practice. oh well, anyway, jiaher and i were like so happy she could do pique. haha. and some steps we did funny stuff, gordon said we were lame. please lah, look who's talking man. finished at about 6.10pm, then went to back gate to buy agar agar with cheryl &amp; nad. sort of with zig-zag too. oh and met z-cup in canteen, &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU TOO Z-CUP SOCKY, OUTING SOOONNNNN OKAY! must arh! &lt;/strong&gt;oh then after that i also saw GEN, OH MY IT'S BEEN LIKE FOREVER LAH. &lt;strong&gt;GEN I MISS YOU ALSO MAN. shit, i miss talking to you love.&lt;/strong&gt; outing soon also okay ;D&lt;br /&gt;went home &amp; read Would You. I FINISHED THE BLOODY NICE BOOK. it's nice, actually i think every book that i read, i think it's nice lah. serious, wth is wrong with me man. fetish for books. haha. i sound so geeky lah. nah, books are good for you. anyway, and then rach &amp;amp; i were smsing about wake-boarding. haha. i'm thinking of taking up some stuff, like water sports for experience, like for fun lah. no SERIOUS shit yeah man. haha. and we were smsing about stupid stuff like her brother sea-sickness, and some other rubbish. haha then i was too lazy to continue smsing UPSIDE DOWN, cause i was lying on my bed. i was getting ready for the next day (today; thursday) cause i was going to have an amzing race church thing lah. so i got damn tired smsing upside down, haha. sorry rach for cutting you off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i've realised that i'm going to have a list of "WHAT-I-WANT-TO-DO" for june holidays. haha ;D SO WORLD, CELEBRATE THIS OCCASSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4462686672971373184?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4462686672971373184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4462686672971373184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4462686672971373184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4462686672971373184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesdays-happenings.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6941745525115600072</id><published>2007-05-30T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:47:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Science camp 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay stupid heading for the post. anyway, reached school late cause i was strolling from backgate bus stop. i had to take bus to school cause dad had to leave early for work, so couldn't drop me off. oh well, i took the chance to read my LOVELY book; Would You?&lt;br /&gt;oh cheryl was late too, so we sat at the back, while ama and nad sat in front. so we were splitted. tsk stupiddd. 20 girls to a group. so in group2 we had 2/2, 2/3, 2/4 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics Toy-&lt;/strong&gt; cheryl and i couldn't get the coil to spin, although it could flip well. but the coil was supposed to spin around, like in circles. but ours could only flip in halves. haha. UNSUCCESSFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electromagnet device-&lt;/strong&gt; The teacher was super funny lah, she was telling us stories and irrelevant stuff, haha. we made the electromagnet nicely &amp; neatly, at scored 205 points for the game. haha, we had to fish using the elctromagnet we made. and the paper with the paper clips were the fishes. i kept fishing ikan bilis. haha. supposed to fish LOBSTER, i go and fish ikan bilis. haha. stupid abalone hid from me lah! aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaf-mark making-&lt;/strong&gt; Teacher in charge had bitch fit. don't know why also. it was super fun lah, kind of cool too. Jiahui &amp;amp; Jewel was sitting beside us, and they were like fighting a war when&lt;br /&gt;1. turned on the bunsen burner&lt;br /&gt;2. control the flame when boiling leaves&lt;br /&gt;3. washing the lamina of the leaves&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY LAH! dont' know why so BIMBO arh. haha. even worse than cheryl man. haha&lt;br /&gt;Then they kenna scolding from the teacher, cause they were trying to draw on each other. aiyoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempe making- &lt;/strong&gt;had to take the hull out from the beans. it was stinky, but dont 'know why, i couldn't smell ANYTHING. cheryl kept saying, so smelly so smelly. haha, oh oh, and the instructions on the board was that we had to take the hull off using our thumb &amp; forefinger. and i suppose forefinger meant index finger. but cheryl thought it meant 4th finger. so we tried using our thumb &amp;amp; forefinger. WAHLAO, i felt like this paralysed person, cause you dont' exactly really work your 4th finger do you, so i felt a little spastic. couldn't work properly haha.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we changed back to using our thumb and index. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i just fried the given tempe for fun, and stupid me, spilled oil on the floor. cause i went to collect oil in the pan, but then when i was turning on the bunsen burner, i tilted my pan downwards and forgot all about the oil. so NOW, there's this patch of oil on the floor i guess. haha. wooopsss ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soap-making- &lt;/strong&gt;WOOOHOOO. soap making, we were waiting for this all day long man. MRS TAY WAS IN CHARGE ;D woopie. haha. she's damn cute lah. we grouped with jiahui &amp; jewel, and then we made our pretty soaps. but it was damn chaotic and messy. haha. what do you expect?! we made 4 soaps, different types. there's oat soap haha, designers soap and 2 others dont' know what soap. mrs tay was super funny. cause while we were making the oat soap, we had to melt the soap base in the water bath thing, and you CANNOT STIR, CANNOT HAVE BUBBLES! haha, we didn't know, so we used the rod to like stir lah, then mrs tay was like, " AHHH, GIRLS GIRLS DON'T STIR. CANNNOOOOOOOTTTTT STIR! MUSSTTTTT SWIRRRRLLLL" haha damn cute. then jiahui was like, "orh, okay okay" haha. she kenna shock lah. then when we dripped in the colouring, we were swirlling, but there was this DISTINCT dot, so we used the rod to like stroke the water gently. mrs tay was like, "GIRRRLLLS I SAY ALREADY, CANNOOOOTTTT STIR. " hahha. then we were like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;finally, when we were going to move our soap mould thing thing aside so it wont' get mixed up. mrs tay was like, " GIRLLS GIRLSSS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CANNOOOOOT MOVE THE SOAPPPP!" haha, then we were like, okay okay mrs tay. relax haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;she's damn cute lah, so excited. haha. the other soaps were tiring, cause we had to keep stiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After science camp, went to buy milo dinosaur &amp; corn snack. met mama, nad &amp;amp; jo and went to interchange. we couldn't decide where to go, so we just went into macs. then we sat down for like 10min and then we just went off. haha aiyoh. oh and cause i had to top up my card, i missed LIKE JUSTTTT MISSED 139. so i sat at the steps and read my Would You? and then took 145. went home and watched SYTYCD. ate dinner, read and slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6941745525115600072?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6941745525115600072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6941745525115600072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6941745525115600072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6941745525115600072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/science-camp-2007-haha-okay-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6087584508307589265</id><published>2007-05-28T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:38:04.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening to- Placebo's &lt;em&gt;Special Needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST DAY OF HOLIDAYS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm missing our class already. don't know why. i just thought that i should cherish sec2 &lt;em&gt;cause&lt;/em&gt; there's not a possibility that we'll all get into the same class next year. haha okay SHUT UP JLOONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;promenade today; 2-6pm &amp; ballet tonight; 8.45-10pm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you, they're crazy lah, WE DONT' TAKE SO LONG TO LEARN FRIGGING 5 DANCES DO WE?! aiyoh. we'll have a few practices that are from 9 AM- 11PM. believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, sorry i just felt like doing the currently listening to thing. cause seems like everyone has that on their blogs. haha. woops. damn random. okay i've gotta get ready for dance ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6087584508307589265?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6087584508307589265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6087584508307589265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6087584508307589265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6087584508307589265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/currently-listening-to-placebos-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6527814179780585630</id><published>2007-05-28T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:29:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, suddenly i feel like i'm becoming &lt;em&gt;shum&lt;/em&gt;. haha, becoming so "hot ahhh hot" that kind of thing. haha at least i know i'm straight ;D anyway, HAWT (codename) is the new hot guy now, at angie's birthday. he's like angie's cousin (angie, you do know you can't have him right?!) haha. yeah, actually he's not that hot after all lah. anyway, party. okay so i met lizzi &amp; chels at the newton bus stop and i did something super embarrassing lah. STUPIDDD lizzi kept laughing at me. say what, it's the joke of the day. we played waterbombs, and drums. and TABOO! oh and truth, dare, kiss or promise. &amp; whacko with her crazy cousins.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Waterbombs;&lt;/strong&gt; at her park, super funny. lizzi, susu &amp; i were the PONCHO people. cause we were wearing ponchos to play water bombs. haha, we looked like we were selling soy bean packets ;D&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Drums;&lt;/strong&gt; wah crazy man. angie felt the vibration at her thing. haha damn funny lah. play drums also get turned on arh. tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;TABOO!&lt;/strong&gt; woohoo, damn funny! susu lah, crazy one man. we were screaming like shit lah. &amp; we were chaotic lah. Hawt played too. the game was super funny lah cause of all the crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Truth, Dare, Kiss, Promise;&lt;/strong&gt; it was okay, no shocking revelations lah. little emma received 2 kisses. haha, no kiss for Hawt though. oh and i had to model the stupid cup down the stairs place. haha.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Cousins;&lt;/strong&gt; poor nat, chels and lizzi kenna harassed by angie's cousins. haha, damn funny. &lt;em&gt;Hawt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;BBQ;&lt;/strong&gt; we did our own food. haha the beef wasn't cooked, in the end aunty had to microwave the beef. haha. but we did all right lah fior first timers.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Fondue;&lt;/strong&gt; ooohhweee, chocolate fondue ;D but we were scared we'll get sore throat, so we decided not to dip too much. Marshmellows, Grapes &amp; Strawberries ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6527814179780585630?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6527814179780585630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6527814179780585630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6527814179780585630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6527814179780585630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-suddenly-i-feel-like-im-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3413535967394345392</id><published>2007-05-27T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:16:14.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;yesterday morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's auditions were boring shit man. we had to go at 9 to practice and stuff. put on costume &amp; practically stoned from 11-12.15. AS IN STONE. really, we were lying around and stuff. cause of the stupid ballet under the stars people lah. they were supposed to be at the dance studio at 11.30. &amp;amp; they postponed it to 11.45, in the end they came only at like 12.15. and the auditions only lasted for about 10min lah. POOT. haha there was this guy that recognized khym, and khym didn't know him. so we said he was her stalker. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano at 1pm. after piano went to ama's house. nice ama helped me changed my skin html. cause i totally had no idea how on earth you do those stuff with the letters &amp; shit. so THANKS MAMA ;D talked crap about my funny jeans saying i had a thing. and compared her SCARY HAIR LENGTH! ahhh, i tell you arh, ama's hair is frigging scary lah. and compared till we were like 10 mins late to meet theresa. reached cat class 20min late. haha. and we had bible quiz. ALL RUBBISH ANSWERS ONE LAH. who were Jesus's 12 disciples? &amp; i'm like matthew, mark, luke, john... haha just anyhow name the bible guys. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;class ended early then hanged around for a while and went for mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVENING : \&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass was interesting cause drummer guy was playing so frigging well. i was screaming softly. haha. he's quite hot lah. wahlao mama (you better shut up man). he played a whole song of that special thing that he does with the cymbals. HOT SHIT LAH. ;D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after mass, we had family mass which meant like games and stuff. although we dont' normally join the games lah. this week's was for mothers. anyway, the phillipino choir came down, oh did i mention drummer guy was phillipino? haha. and uncle freeman eavedropped on my conversation with ama. so he heard lah. then he got all so helpful asking if i wanted him to introduce and all those. AND I'M LIKE, WHATTTT?! haha. so i got high and started being like "paranoid" lah. then ama &amp;amp; he collaborated. and then the stupid alex had to be there &amp; he went to find out his name. HAHA. and hot drummer guy has a hot name too. haha. BRYAN. dont' know if it's with a "y" or an "i" haha. i think the y one's hotter though ;D&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, then uncle freeman went to talk to him. then he came back and said that drummer was 20. way out for me. then i was like, WHAT?! ( i was like damn paiseh) and eh, according to uncle freeman, he asked the drummer how long he has been playing drums, and said that the girl in yellow thinks you play drums very well, (i was wearing yellow). and some crap stuff lah.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PAISEH LAH. oh well, he's still hotttt. BUT THEN. this means that i can't go for saturday masses already, it's gonna be too paiseh. BRYANNN. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3413535967394345392?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3413535967394345392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3413535967394345392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3413535967394345392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3413535967394345392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-morning-yesterdays-auditions.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4528638398657987504</id><published>2007-05-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:18:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;update on past events (roughly)&lt;br /&gt;- SYF's over, it was ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;- Exams are over too, &amp; the results are out&lt;br /&gt;- SYF presentation is over too, the lunch treat too.&lt;br /&gt;- School's over, Term3's already calling my name ): I HEAR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what's coming soon;&lt;br /&gt;-auditions for ballet under the stars ;D&lt;br /&gt;- SYF @ ballet under the stars, if we get in&lt;br /&gt;- start studying, i'm not any closer to my ipod ):&lt;br /&gt;- the need to shop &amp;amp; save more money.&lt;br /&gt;- JUNE holidays, but then again i hear Term3's calling already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4528638398657987504?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4528638398657987504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4528638398657987504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4528638398657987504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4528638398657987504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-2946670377518346326</id><published>2007-05-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:11:36.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RlbtbSyP6cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O_U8MOqQGRA/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068499483806919106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RlbtbSyP6cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O_U8MOqQGRA/s200/DSC00282.JPG" width="219" border="0" 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-2946670377518346326?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2946670377518346326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=2946670377518346326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2946670377518346326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2946670377518346326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-dance-for-laughter-we-dance-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RlbtbSyP6cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O_U8MOqQGRA/s72-c/DSC00282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1797528886825046916</id><published>2007-03-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:55:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf in the morning, and then took lunch with angelene at the back gate; chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to siglap for ballet. and then realised didn't have enough money, haha, so angelene ran up to borrow $2. haha thanks julvian. anyway, then i went for piano. and then cat class and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mass and then lunch. and then went home and sort of did work but then yet slacked a lot. ooh and i watch the benchwarmers. it's quite nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1797528886825046916?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1797528886825046916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1797528886825046916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1797528886825046916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1797528886825046916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-d-syf-in-morning-and-then-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6845682106795235667</id><published>2007-03-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:10:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;e-learning day (friday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the e-learning thing kind of suck leh. cause the website is quite laggy. and i've got totally NO MOOD to do any work on line. tsk, but have to. so yah, it's very forced lah. went for ballet in the afternoon yesterday. after ballet, i didn't go with them to watch stomp the yard, cause didn't really feel like watching a movie yesterday. anyway, stayed to watch ijtp pri play their netball match against eh, rgs. ms oh was kind of like screaming in her heart. haha. she was saying she missed my batch. haha. the meldee and mingyi duo. and shimin and veron and  like she was naming everyone lah. haha. yeah i think she misses us. oh and she's not netball coach anymore, she's in charge of taf (sp?) oh well, one day we'll go back for camp or something. haha. then saw the ijtp sec girls (c'div) at the secondary side. so went to talk to them. i tell youarh, they are super funny and crazy lah. they followed me to the pri side, cause angela wanted to see how ms oh looked like, anyway, they were like creating their own comedy show in front of the juniors. damn mahlu lah. haha angela wanted to play against them for fun. but then as soon as they showed up, all the juniors like disappeared. haha. so cute. anyway, mum fetched me from school and then went for dinner. then i finally watched "KEEPING MUM" quite a nice show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6845682106795235667?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6845682106795235667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6845682106795235667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6845682106795235667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6845682106795235667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-learning-day-friday-e-learning-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1169063207572071814</id><published>2007-03-25T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:03:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after sports day ;D (sorry i forgot to blog about it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sports day, cam-whored a little and then went to eat lunch at susu's house. supposed to eat what her maid cooked, but in the end her maid went out to buy KFC for us. khymie and nad came along too :D cause we met them on the way, and plus we were going to have syf after sports day so khymie came lah. anyway, we left susu's house late, and then we had to walk like super fast to school, cause zaki was going to be there. anyway, so we walk SUPER FAST. and then reached late : \ woops. managed to finish the whole song for syf ;D YAYYY! but then we've only like got about a month to clean up and emote : \ anyway, went to junction 168 to drink and snack with zig-zag crew, khymie, nut and isabel. and then decided to go to khymie's house to watch the syf dvd. as in past year's one lah. samm couldn't, so susu didn't want. so angelene, me, nut and isabel went. KHYMIE'S HOUSE IS LIKE A VILLA LAH. super duper nice and huge :D IT'S SO NICE MAN, i tell you arh, the master bedroom's toilet is so nice. it's like outdoors. and it's something like bathing in a super nice forest. haha, could be scary but it's super like a villa! SO NICE MAN. anyway, watched the dvd thing, and oh ms tan is super good there, cause she was like very emo there. as in the good type of emo lah. anyway, then we watched se7en (seven)a super THRILLER movie. it's quite scary lah but it's not the type of ghost scary is the gross scary. haha. you should go watch it. it's about the 7 deadly sins.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, angelene's dad gave isabel and me to tp interchange. went back and fell asleep at like 10pm cause i was SUPER tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1169063207572071814?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1169063207572071814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1169063207572071814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1169063207572071814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1169063207572071814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-sports-day-d-sorry-i-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1692447737894118527</id><published>2007-03-23T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:46:35.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nah, i've uploaded those photos that i want to upload already.&lt;br /&gt;and from now onwards, ALWAYS REMIND ME THAT MY PHOTO ANGLE IS THE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;cannot take my left side of the face. super ugly lah. all the photos that i face left, showing my rigth side of the face. look much better. haha&lt;br /&gt;okay i've got ballet later, maybe i'll watch stomp the yard with zig-zag after ballet. see how&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1692447737894118527?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1692447737894118527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1692447737894118527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1692447737894118527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1692447737894118527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/nah-ive-uploaded-those-photos-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3016020925884810913</id><published>2007-03-23T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:44:54.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNasYChmSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mVLfMfL967k/s1600-h/PICT0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044975725998872866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNasYChmSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mVLfMfL967k/s320/PICT0387.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAFIA SAI ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNbC4ChmTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GJI62-TXulE/s1600-h/PICT0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044976112545929522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="223" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNbC4ChmTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GJI62-TXulE/s320/PICT0382.JPG" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KHYMIEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3016020925884810913?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3016020925884810913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3016020925884810913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3016020925884810913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3016020925884810913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/mafia-sai-d-khymieee.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNasYChmSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mVLfMfL967k/s72-c/PICT0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4222307684338058399</id><published>2007-03-23T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:40:39.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNZyYChmQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4WYiP2t7LsY/s1600-h/PICT0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044974729566460162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNZyYChmQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4WYiP2t7LsY/s320/PICT0367.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CASHEW NUT &amp; NUT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNaG4ChmRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KinPNlPnUx4/s1600-h/PICT0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044975081753778450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNaG4ChmRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KinPNlPnUx4/s320/PICT0368.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE TUMBLEY-TOTS ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4222307684338058399?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4222307684338058399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4222307684338058399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4222307684338058399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4222307684338058399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/cashew-nut-nut-tumbley-tots-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNZyYChmQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4WYiP2t7LsY/s72-c/PICT0367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8720213660216432947</id><published>2007-03-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:37:02.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNXbIChmOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ehrqg5f6aog/s1600-h/PICT0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044972131111246050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="220" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNXbIChmOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ehrqg5f6aog/s320/PICT0358.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;magical moments like these; are called memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNZEYChmPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rwTef4D2gc8/s1600-h/PICT0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNZEYChmPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rwTef4D2gc8/s1600-h/PICT0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044973939292477682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNZEYChmPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rwTef4D2gc8/s320/PICT0359.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D i look like i've got a tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8720213660216432947?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8720213660216432947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8720213660216432947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8720213660216432947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8720213660216432947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/moments-like-these-are-called-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNXbIChmOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ehrqg5f6aog/s72-c/PICT0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-2675825285709377180</id><published>2007-03-23T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:26:35.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNVjYChmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXiAeYq6fak/s1600-h/PICT0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044970073821911218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="208" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNVjYChmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXiAeYq6fak/s320/PICT0334.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dearest biscuits, hang in there ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNV7IChmMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yO4AOoT3wOI/s1600-h/PICT0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044970481843804354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNV7IChmMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yO4AOoT3wOI/s320/PICT0352.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to miss her when she's gone ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNWmoChmNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/blkEbxFnpOQ/s1600-h/PICT0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044971229168113874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNWmoChmNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/blkEbxFnpOQ/s320/PICT0356.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loong seah ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-2675825285709377180?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/2675825285709377180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=2675825285709377180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2675825285709377180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/2675825285709377180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dearest-biscuits-hang-in-there-d-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNVjYChmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXiAeYq6fak/s72-c/PICT0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7577951224478893554</id><published>2007-03-23T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:14:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNOiYChmII/AAAAAAAAAEM/-m6kJZtMUB0/s1600-h/PICT0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044962360060647554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNOiYChmII/AAAAAAAAAEM/-m6kJZtMUB0/s320/PICT0329.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a cheery cheery day ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNQ94ChmJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zj0JPTwBj5c/s1600-h/PICT0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044965031530305682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNQ94ChmJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zj0JPTwBj5c/s320/PICT0348.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNTjYChmKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xNnc8-P_cNM/s1600-h/PICT0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044967874798655650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNTjYChmKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xNnc8-P_cNM/s320/PICT0349.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVIL ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7577951224478893554?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7577951224478893554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7577951224478893554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7577951224478893554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7577951224478893554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-cheery-cheery-day-d-d-evil-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNOiYChmII/AAAAAAAAAEM/-m6kJZtMUB0/s72-c/PICT0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-905438092626922078</id><published>2007-03-23T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:49:34.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;picture picture ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNGWYChmEI/AAAAAAAAADs/uCaDS4fXhIw/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044953357809195074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNGWYChmEI/AAAAAAAAADs/uCaDS4fXhIw/s320/DSC00093.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNHCYChmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ed8rzFM_lIE/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044954113723439186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNHCYChmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ed8rzFM_lIE/s320/DSC00095.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNLy4ChmHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZHBZGHWJMjM/s1600-h/PICT0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044959344993605746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNLy4ChmHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZHBZGHWJMjM/s320/PICT0326.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you samm! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.A-ING WITH YOU IS FUN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-905438092626922078?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/905438092626922078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=905438092626922078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/905438092626922078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/905438092626922078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/picture-picture-d-morning-d-guess-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgNGWYChmEI/AAAAAAAAADs/uCaDS4fXhIw/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6168257142916302309</id><published>2007-03-23T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:12:25.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS DAY ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;reen house&lt;/span&gt; is boom dynamite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green house&lt;/span&gt; is boom dynamite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green house&lt;/span&gt; is tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOOOOOM DYNAMITE ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love green house &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 4.35am in the morning cause we were going to have cheer prac at 5.30 in school.&lt;br /&gt;went to fetch sonia, and then went together. school was super dark. anyway, met zoe and cheryl in the canteen and then went supposed to go to the dance studio but then shutters were closed, lift was not operating yet. all the shutters were closed lah. luckily the uncle came, woah in a harleydavidson man. super stylo lah. haha. anyway he helped us operate the lift, oh and turned off the alarm. and then soon one by one started to come. oh and sonia &amp; i had to go down to pick nut up. haha cause she was scared. school was super super dark at like 5 plus? haha. okay so we started cheering. some full out, some rubbish ones. haha and then we had a few funny funny ones, stunts managed to be okay. practiced last stunt. and then at about 7.05am we left school for stadium. haha. and denise was looking for her banana. accusing like everyone that we took her banana. damn funny lah. okay so anyway when we were going into the lift, she found her PUNNNY BANANA. super small lah, aiyoh. somemore make so much noise over it. haha. so green house cheerleaders took bus to the stadium. and then the juniors and NUT haha drop at the wrong stop. and then we were like, AHHH NO NO, NTO THIS STOP. but then they already tapped their card. so they had to come up AGAIN, AND TAP AGAIN haha. so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;reached there like super late, oh and thanks to shum, and beverly who helped in taking attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEERLEADING ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we were sort of rushing to get ready, like makeup, hair, skirts, and the sequins thing around the eye. cause we reached there at like 7.20 haha. late man. and sort of had a little time to cheer the &lt;em&gt;green house&lt;/em&gt; runners on. but then later had to get ready. before us was red and blue cheers. and then &lt;em&gt;green house&lt;/em&gt; cheer's turn. super scared. cause the stunts part, when i PA (stand) on samm's thighs. i was super scared i couldn't get up. anyway, we went for it. i think only the last stunt was late. no major screw ups for stunts. but as usual we weren't on time for the second dance. so yeah screwed up there lah. oh oh,&lt;em&gt; I MANAGED TO COMPLETE MY STUNTS PERFECTLY, GOT UP RIGHT ON TIME!&lt;/em&gt; super chemistry with samm. haha. the last stunt was super funny. cause the stupid mat was sooo small. samm and i had to split on the grass. damn funny. i was jete-ing in the air andthen i was like THINKING: AIYERRR GRASS! but samm. was SAYING: YUCKSS GRASS.  hhaha she was at the other end, so i didn't hear. haha but then the other side people all heard her saying. hahah damn funny. we had fun yeah, we sure did. cam-whored the rest of the time, and then cheered and cheered for the runners. and TOOK LIKE 7 CUPS OF MILO. haha ;D i love sports day's milo van man. haha. super nice lah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;highlight of the already wonderful day; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREEN HOUSE WON CHEERLEADING &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; CHALLENGE TROPHY! ;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the cheerleaders were super shock lah, cause we were just saying got hope, really didn't have SUPER HIGH hopes of winning first, although i'm sure we all wished we did. AND WE DID. really nicely green house cheer. i'm going to miss cheer pracs a lot lah, it just past and i already can't wait for the next sports day. hopefully we'll be able to maintain 1st haha, hopefully ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicely to all &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;runners and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green house cheerleaders ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but according to some, there's going to be a re-evaluating for the scores for cheer. if there's a change in position, it's going to be a little mahlu, but still we know we did our best. and we did like train quite hard for it right. so i mean dont' keep saying like, how did green house win and that kind of crap okay. and then like some say it's the parents who judge. and dont' say like cause there was a judge whose daughter is in green lah, so yah bias. i mean come on lah, how old already still think like that. not saying anything lah, but it's only sports day cheerleading what. not like some win or die competition (if there's any) haha. anyway, whatever it is, i know green house is &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6168257142916302309?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6168257142916302309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6168257142916302309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6168257142916302309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6168257142916302309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/sports-day-d-g-reen-house-is-boom.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4849306234115866603</id><published>2007-03-23T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:41:07.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;monday 19/ march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, monday, first day of the week (but it's a short week ;D) first day of term2. so tiring lah. surprisingly, getting up wasn't that bad. anyway, had retreat today. was a teary day. can call it emo too, but not that bad. ama experienced the healing services thing. and then sort of had confessions. after school, had technique and CHEERRRR ;D so fun so fun. had to leave slightly earlier. at about 6.30pm cause samm, susu and i wanted to go for siglap ballet. so anyway, went for ballet till 10pm. went home, attempted a report for science. printed and then slept at about 12 plus. tired man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday 20/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had thigh aches i think cause of technique and ballet, all those spilts. haha. oh and cheer too. anyway, school was all right. can't really remember what happened. oh NO MORE HOMEROON SYSTEM. which means that i'm stuck AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS ROOM for all the lessons. hopefully i can hear mrs tay speaking lah :&lt;br /&gt;after school, had syf till about 5. and then had cheer ;D till about 7 plus. went to drink ice-shave and then took bus home. met sonia at the bus stop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday 21/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sort of can't waiting for cheer. sort of lah. and plus nadia was like so ENTHU about cheer. haha so it sort of got into me. hahaha ;D woops. oh and oral com was super funny lah. we were supposed to pronounce the words given to each of us (in a group of 5) to our group people and then we'll have to write the words down. something like spelling, but it was supposed to be a test on whether the person can pronounce properly lah. IT WAS DAMN FUNNY. cause half the time we were like, what what? say again. and then we'll end up "spelling" the word. okay e.g. nad went. "man" then i was like, 'WHICH ONE?" nad went, " aiyah not the MEEEEN, IT'S THE man one" hahahah ;D so then i knew it was the m 'a' n one. haha. okay quite difficult to explain here lah. &lt;em&gt;CHEER ;D&lt;/em&gt; after school was fun. went to back gate to buy milo dinosaur with rach. and then actually we were finding mr tang like after school to pass him the wedding card thing from 2/2. but then couldn't find him, so i was like nevermind lah. it's okay. but then rach and i saw him at the back gate coffee shop. so yah passed it to him there. AIYERR, somemore say we don't have heart. tsk tsk tsk. anyway, bought a pep bottle of green tea for cheer. haha. went back to school sat with nut and janice while drinking. cheer started at 2.45pm. practiced SERIOUSLY. and then practiced stunts. BUT the problem was we couldn't hear the counting nor the music! cause it was toooooo noisy lah. SO WE WERE LIKE RUBBISH DANCING. haha. anyway, WONDERFUL ZOE managed to get the dance studio, then we secretly went up while the other 3 houses stayed in the hall. haha. put on the music in the dance studio, and then it blasted. WE WERE LIKE ' WOAH, HOW LONG HAVEN'T WE HEARD THE MUSIC MAN" cause seruiosly we couldn't hear anything in the hall. okay so we cheered till about 8 plus. it was super fun lah. casue there were mirrors too, so it helped a lot. the cheering part in the dance studio was super funny. cause cheryl was super crazy. we were practicing our cheer part. as in the screaming cheer part. and then sonia and denise were supposed to say, "SAY WHAT" and then the rest go "GO GREEN!" but then everytime before sonia can complete telling us what we're supposed to say, cheryl will go "WHAT!" hahaah. so it's like;&lt;br /&gt;sonia; "SAY WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;cheryl; "WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;hahah this went on for like more than 3 times. super funny lah, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and then sonia and denise and i think nut was doing obcene dance thing thing. so sick man!&lt;br /&gt;anyway we got chased out by the uncle so had to go down. met the red house people in the canteen. and then went to buy ice-shave with samm, and stephkum. oh and steph got a lollipop for following us. samm had to go. so i was gossiping with stephy ;D so fun. left at about 9.15pm. ronghua's dad came and fetch us ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GREEN HOUSE IS OUR NAME MAN ;D "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4849306234115866603?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4849306234115866603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4849306234115866603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4849306234115866603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4849306234115866603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-19-march-oh-my-monday-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4066963639515531555</id><published>2007-03-23T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:03:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgM08oChmDI/AAAAAAAAADk/maQSJEZdJqc/s1600-h/PICT0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044934223729891378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgM08oChmDI/AAAAAAAAADk/maQSJEZdJqc/s320/PICT0313.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{JEALOUSY&lt;/strong&gt;; english project &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is angry. Jealousy is wistful. Jealousy is destructive.&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t stop thinking about the times; the good old times.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with Victoria along Oldlove Road, where we were going to have lunch at the Glass House. We happened to pass by a famous lovers’ spot- Virgo, where I noticed two figures. They looked like they had a common bond with each other, something I missed badly. The longer I glanced, the more it looked like them. More memories, flashbacks and recollections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like it was just yesterday that I was laughing with them, eating and shopping with them. Those times seemed like it was never going to end. Sadly, it did.&lt;br /&gt;Everything changed when I became a lesbian. They started ostracizing me, keeping a distance from me, acting as if I never existed. I could not understand why they behaved in this manner, why could they not accept lesbianism. Why does society have to see lesbians and gays through tinted glasses? It did not matter anymore, since I had already lost my good friends- Cammie and Gretchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a year ago when I felt this certain attraction towards females, to be specific- the attraction towards Cammie. It started with just a jealous feeling when she was talking to members of the opposite sex, but then it got worse when she started dating. I could not understand why I felt this way, it was an indescribable emotion. Subconsciously, I was dressing like the opposite sex. I wanted more attention from Cammie, which she was not giving me. Instead, she was staying away from me, as if I had some incurable disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was dreadful; it was a torture having to see her with her boyfriend. Cammie seemed like she was into his looks, more than anything else. Jealousy had taken control over my life at that time. I wanted to have boy hairstyles, just for the sake of attracting Cammie. Unfortunately, Cammie ostracized me even more. Gretchen agreed with Cammie’s point of view, that lesbians should not be accepted by the society.&lt;br /&gt;I was so lonely at the point, and only Victoria seemed like the only one who was there for me. She was in my History class for mid term, when I was at the verge of breaking down. She showed up. Telling me that it was not the end of the world, she was always there for me, 24/7. She became my confidant, knowing all my troubles, and giving solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Ash, you coming?” Victoria glanced at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Thinking about it again, aren’t you?” I was awakened from my memories. I realized that I wanted everything to go back to the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;“If you really want it, just go for it.”&lt;br /&gt;After we had our meal, in which I could not enjoy because of my distracting thoughts. I took Victoria’s words, she always had the best advice. We said our goodbyes, and I decided to follow my intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew where I could find them, the same old hangout- the top storey of Galleria Building. I hurried there, afraid that I might back out at the last moment.&lt;br /&gt;They were not at the usual corner, but I saw Gretchen looking traumatized, clutching her knees, she looked so vulnerable. “Gretchen… I want to…” Before I knew it, she was gone. Nowhere to be seen, initially I thought she had intentionally ran away from me. Instead, the worse was yet to be.&lt;br /&gt;I peered down the 19-storey building, to my horror I saw two bodies lying on the cold, hard ground. I recognized Cammie’s distinct red hair. Shocked as I was, I rushed down to the scene. Filled with remorse, I could not help but to question my behaviour. Soon, passers-by crowded around, and I was forced to move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Cammie and Gretchen never lived to hear about my life-changing decision. They never lived to hear about how badly I wanted to be their friend again, on how I realized that it was the friendship between us was what I needed. Most people say that there is no turning back, but I think it is just the growing phase of a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I learnt a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry, i can't upload the edited photo. so this one will do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4066963639515531555?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4066963639515531555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4066963639515531555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4066963639515531555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4066963639515531555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/jealousy-english-project-jealousy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RgM08oChmDI/AAAAAAAAADk/maQSJEZdJqc/s72-c/PICT0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1055690131570594805</id><published>2007-03-23T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:55:36.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;saturday 17/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer ;D in the morning. and then after cheer went for kfc lunch with angelene. then went for piano. and back to da crib. haha sorry just felt like using the word crib. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday 18/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONGRATS MR &amp; MRS TANG. they're getting married. &lt;/em&gt;or rather married already.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go, but had project; english. anyway, after mass went to plaza sing to meet gen. didn't realise she went to risen christ also, if not could have gone together lah, anyway, reached early, so we went to walk walk first. then lissa and eugenia came and met us a plaza sing to eat kfc, haha, yeah i know, AGAIN. ate and then went to park mall (THE LOVE SIGN PLACE ;D) to change into our "costumes" haha, and then i had to be like a bung (sp?) cause our story at first was about bisexualism (inspired by lissa haha) and then it changed to lesbianism and whatever rubbish (also inspired by lissa.) anyway, i was like wearing my brother's beatles shirt, and then i wore jeans and this black cap. like emo emo like that lah. but then my shoes was ballet flats. hahah so it was kind of weird. and then i had to walk out of the building like that, we were going to take photo at the L.O.V.E SIGN. i'll upload later. we took a few photos. and then actually supposed to go to the skate park, and the taka library to snap more. but then decided to just use the love pictures. so, back to my house we went. spent about like 3 hours or so to write the ultra funnny story. haha ;D i'll post it up i think, and FEAST YOUR EYES AND MINDS ON IT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1055690131570594805?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1055690131570594805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1055690131570594805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1055690131570594805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1055690131570594805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-17march-cheer-d-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-9073611818565791802</id><published>2007-03-23T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:38:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MARCH HOLIDAYS :D (i swear they past super fast man. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday 12/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANGLIN :D thanks for being my P1 best friend okay ;D i love you a lot! had piano in the morning, and then took lunch with zig-zag crew and khymie, bonnie and jiahui at mos. went to school for syf. extended till 6.30 plus. rushed to buy bubble tea at sweet talk and bought tutu kueh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday 13/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met gen and angie for science project. bought materials, oh and an OBIANG shirt from the value dollar shirt for cutting up. haha. we needed pieces of white cloth. went to school to sew the boxes. and then ended up talking to bert and bong for like 3 hours. haha, we were waiting to see them kenna fired, but uncle david was too nice. so they still managed to keep their jobs lah haha.it was fun talking to them, GOT MORE CHOCOLATES ;D anyway, went to my house to continue the project. made noodles. finished project. and i went for dinnerrrr with gen, talk talk talk, and the stupid rain rained rained rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday 14/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cheer in the morning at 10am till lunch time. and i think i had syf.&lt;br /&gt;i think. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;i love cheer pracs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday 15/march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer as usual (oooh, the love) and then syf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday 16/ march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went early in the morning at about 9am to angelene's house to do project; science. anyway, was SUPER distracted by the COMPUTER (angie was) AND THE DRUMSSSS (i was ;D) haha anyway, i had my first gig ;D haha, where A LOT OF PEOPLE CAME TO SUPPORT ME MAN. haha ;D it was so crowded lah! hahahaha ;D anyway angie had to go for cheer (but i didn't have to) but i just followed her lah. and then nut was there, even though there wasn't cheer. and then play play play, talk talk talk, and then went to angie's house for moviemarathon. PEPINOT IS SUPER CUTE LAH! (character in the show) super cute i tell you. samm thinks that jean guy is hot. haha i think pepinot is cuter still ;D and and, we managed to finish a little bit of the poster lah. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-9073611818565791802?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/9073611818565791802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=9073611818565791802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/9073611818565791802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/9073611818565791802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-holidays-d-i-swear-they-past_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-845683817437028060</id><published>2007-03-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:33:45.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, these birthday wishes are late. sorrrrry ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th march 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATTY WATTY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAI ZI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th march 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENDI LAI&lt;/strong&gt; (i'm da man man ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12th march 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANGLIN &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-845683817437028060?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/845683817437028060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=845683817437028060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/845683817437028060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/845683817437028060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/anyway-these-birthday-wishes-are-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8707941522456990406</id><published>2007-03-18T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:26:44.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're legal to club at STH man ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th of march, SAMM'S BBQ. haha.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly hers, but her brother's lah, we just went for fun, IT WAS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;we're tanned, swam, acted retarded and had fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;basically that was everything lah. it was so fun &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;cam-whored with angelenee ;D went to the jacuzzi thing with susu and angelenee like super late at night, at about 9pm plus?&lt;br /&gt;and then we were so afraid of the whirlpool thing, haha hung on to each other for our dear lives. and then oh, in the afternoon, acted crazy in the pool. did some crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;at night! da bomb man. clubbing lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha not zouk, D.X.O or whatever. IT WAS STH.&lt;br /&gt;loved it ;D i'll post pictures for all to seee ;D&lt;br /&gt;zig-zag crew is da bomb man &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8707941522456990406?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8707941522456990406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8707941522456990406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8707941522456990406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8707941522456990406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-legal-to-club-at-sth-man-d-10th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6045873257770740165</id><published>2007-03-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:30:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i finished uploading my birthday photos. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;sorry cheryl, ama, nadia and gen, you've got to wait for my thumbdrive to finish going around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6045873257770740165?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6045873257770740165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6045873257770740165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6045873257770740165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6045873257770740165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-i-finished-uploading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-19819250608183574</id><published>2007-03-18T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:21:34.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0s4u-6oHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mWEKmE4ABgs/s1600-h/PICT0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043236510921039986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0s4u-6oHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mWEKmE4ABgs/s320/PICT0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0uae-6oJI/AAAAAAAAADM/yjJDf36LQdM/s1600-h/PICT0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043238190253252754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0uae-6oJI/AAAAAAAAADM/yjJDf36LQdM/s320/PICT0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0tw--6oII/AAAAAAAAADE/zU_qD2eaLL4/s1600-h/PICT0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043237477288681602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0tw--6oII/AAAAAAAAADE/zU_qD2eaLL4/s320/PICT0195.JPG" 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/27030118-19819250608183574?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/19819250608183574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=19819250608183574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/19819250608183574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/19819250608183574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0s4u-6oHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mWEKmE4ABgs/s72-c/PICT0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5253188978608000267</id><published>2007-03-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:27:23.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0r_e-6oGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/j8IS9CQME-s/s1600-h/PICT0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043235527373529186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="216" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0r_e-6oGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/j8IS9CQME-s/s320/PICT0201.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0vO--6oKI/AAAAAAAAADU/NPN39V_I4V8/s1600-h/PICT0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043239092196384930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="229" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0vO--6oKI/AAAAAAAAADU/NPN39V_I4V8/s320/PICT0214.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0vu--6oLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ly4xTbyE7Bs/s1600-h/PICT0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043239641952198834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="204" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0vu--6oLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ly4xTbyE7Bs/s320/PICT0216.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5253188978608000267?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5253188978608000267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5253188978608000267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5253188978608000267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5253188978608000267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/Rf0r_e-6oGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/j8IS9CQME-s/s72-c/PICT0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5116569832347621574</id><published>2007-03-10T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:18:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll continue uploading the photos another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5116569832347621574?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5116569832347621574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5116569832347621574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5116569832347621574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5116569832347621574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-continue-uploading-photos-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-77971087578499835</id><published>2007-03-10T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:54:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ-Qu-6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wfUtJ20vlyc/s1600-h/PICT0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040229758935932914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ-Qu-6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wfUtJ20vlyc/s320/PICT0148.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ_S--6oAI/AAAAAAAAACE/uF8zjRmiyP8/s1600-h/PICT0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040230897102266370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="260" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ_S--6oAI/AAAAAAAAACE/uF8zjRmiyP8/s320/PICT0159.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candid baby ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ_uO-6oBI/AAAAAAAAACM/ujH6TWZqXmg/s1600-h/PICT0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040231365253701650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ_uO-6oBI/AAAAAAAAACM/ujH6TWZqXmg/s320/PICT0163.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ-Qu-6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wfUtJ20vlyc/s1600-h/PICT0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-77971087578499835?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/77971087578499835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=77971087578499835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/77971087578499835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/77971087578499835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-candid-baby-d-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ-Qu-6n_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wfUtJ20vlyc/s72-c/PICT0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4193421314259454556</id><published>2007-03-10T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:59:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJqCe-6n2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/L2yJVUjGQSM/s1600-h/PICT0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040207523890241378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJqCe-6n2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/L2yJVUjGQSM/s320/PICT0093.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ8ke-6n9I/AAAAAAAAABs/tYDGm6sUzg0/s1600-h/PICT0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G.A.N.C.J &lt;3&lt;/em&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ8ke-6n9I/AAAAAAAAABs/tYDGm6sUzg0/s1600-h/PICT0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040227899215093714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="265" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ8ke-6n9I/AAAAAAAAABs/tYDGm6sUzg0/s320/PICT0113.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ9Su-6n-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jkcK_gWjwmg/s1600-h/PICT0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040228693784043490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ9Su-6n-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jkcK_gWjwmg/s320/PICT0127.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJ8ke-6n9I/AAAAAAAAABs/tYDGm6sUzg0/s1600-h/PICT0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4193421314259454556?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4193421314259454556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4193421314259454556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4193421314259454556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4193421314259454556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/g.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJqCe-6n2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/L2yJVUjGQSM/s72-c/PICT0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7433049364280346846</id><published>2007-03-10T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:03:27.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebrate good times, come on &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to my celebrations at sentosa; with the G.A.N.C.J&lt;br /&gt;met ama at 11am at her house and i got my ernie card ;D, then we took mrt to harbourfront where we were supposed to meet gen, cheryl and nad at 11.30am plus lah. but then they weren't there yet, so ama and i took the chance to walk walk at vivo first. then i bought my SHAPES BISCUITS from candy empire ;D and ama bought a lot of sweets and stuff, like $6 plus worth of candy. haha.anyway, then we went up to walk somemore, and went to chocolate factory, wahlao, CHEAT MONEY MAN. haha, so expensive : \ but i wanted chocolateeeee! then we went to toys r us (dont' know how they spell it) and went to take photos with ernie ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they were like an hour late, cause they came at about 12.30pm. met them at giant cause they were buying chips &amp; water, and they took a lot of chips man. serious, it looked like they wanted to gorge themselves lah. so scary haha. that's where ama, cheryl and nad gave me the ERNIE STUFF TOY ;D they held his hands, damn cute lah ;D&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to seah im food centre, and nad, cheryl and gen bought the chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;they ate the rice on the shuttle bus, although cheryl wanted me to treat them to cable car ride. haha ;D ONE DAY OKAY, i'll save more money just for you guys ;D&lt;br /&gt;and we realised that we could have took the mrt thing from vivo to sentosa! aiyoh, anway, sentosa has this green card thing, so nice lah, and we get to keep it!&lt;br /&gt;then we went to siloso beach, were we were supposed to stay. after gen, nad and ama went to change. cheryl and i took jumpjump photos. damn funny. later i post! SUPER NICE LAH, THANKS CHERYL. you're a wonderful photographer! in the end, we decided to go to palawan beach, so yah we took the tram thing. WHERE WE GOT LOST AGAIN! haha. we're hopeless when it comes to the tram things man. haha ;D last time also like that. then i bought ice-cream also, and we saw "ama's guy haha no lah, luke. quite ugly lah, but oh well, shall not say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and it was my first time changing in public. and i mean public.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring sleeveless shirt, and i didnt' want to get shirt tan, so ugly. so i borrowed gen's green racerback, since she wasn't planning to get wet and all those. so we were waiting at the tram stop to go to palawan, and then i squatted down and changed into the racerback. damn funny. cause it kind of got stuck haha. anyway, had to change to my other bra at palawan toilet.&lt;br /&gt;changed bra and then went to have &lt;em&gt;beachy bitchy&lt;/em&gt; fun. haha ;D ama and nad will get this.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl and gen were up there tanning, and eh, talking? i dont' know. and ama, nad and i were in the water. so we were playing the &lt;the&gt; game haha. it's the one where you have to drink up if you have done that thing before. so e.g ama says: " changed in public before". that means i'll have to drink up, and same with all those who have. but then cause we couldn't drink right? so we say, move backwards towards the sea. haha ;D so we were playing and playing that game, it was so good lah ;D something like STRONGER bonding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we were sort of like 'bitching' or you call it, sharing? haha. i dont' know we were liketalking lah. and then nadia was siaosiao, she went to push ama down the sea, haha, super funny. and then nad wanted to pull ama's legs too. she was momentarily sadistic. super funny!&lt;br /&gt;and and, cause my beige shorts when wet, could be seen through, we meant that my undies could be seen lah. so again i changed in public, haha i changed with nadia, so i wore fbts. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;then we went up for awhile, cause gen and cheryl went to buy water, they were suffering from dehydration. haha. so we went to eat chips and stuff. then went down again.&lt;br /&gt;soon, it was like 5 plus? and then i told my mum i was going to be back at about 5 plus. so i had to spoil the mood and say have to go already, go to bathe lah. so nad, ama and i went first.&lt;br /&gt;bathe bathe bathe, and then went back to pack the stuff while gen and cheryl went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;then joined them at the toilet, to cam-whore at the same mirror, but then there was this lady there. sadly, we couldn't :\&lt;br /&gt;then we took tram to the station where we could take a train to vivo. cam-whored like dont' know what in the train man. really, as in 20 over? in like less than 10 mins? haha.&lt;br /&gt;super funny! later i'll upload pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and then, reached vivo, suposed to be rushing, but then went into toilet to cam-whore somemore! this time, it was mirror pictures. i'm telling you, we took like 30 over in the toilet haha. and and we took a jump jump picture outside, where this lady helped us take. we used ama's theory; photographer count 1,2,3 and then click. then we jump.&lt;br /&gt;works miracles man ;D super nice lah! and we were waiting for friendly looking people to ask for help, i was going to ask this family person, but then cheryl said, family outing! cannot disturb. haha so we got a lady to help. she was with a girlfriend, so i guess it was all right. no disturbance, unless they're like, yah you know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;then ran all the way to marks and spencer, as in literally run. we cut through giant, and then everyone looked at us, super funny lah. cause we were wearing slippers. so it was like piack piack piack all the way. and ama bought like 17923857123 years of supply of chips haha. she arh. and then run run run, to the mrt place. gen went to buy stuff at candy empire and then said bye bye to her. so cheryl, ama, nad and i took train. nad left. then ama left. and then i left. i was saying how my mum was going to make noise wheni get home, and i was rushing like siao. i was saying i've got to brace myself, brace myself. over and over again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end! i didn't get scolded. my mum was like normal. ate dinner, cut cake and took photo. wah lao, make me rush like crazy and then nothing, reached home at 7.35pm instead of 5 plus. haha but luckily lah. if not my ears will be super painful lah. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;so, that's my wonderful day at sentosa with my dearest friends in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;i love you all so much &lt;3 let's hope nothing could keep us apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7433049364280346846?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7433049364280346846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7433049364280346846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7433049364280346846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7433049364280346846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/celebrate-good-times-come-on-3-on-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7996327400334468865</id><published>2007-03-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:26:55.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJaxO-6nyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hRMjWRJKkDk/s1600-h/PICT0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040190734863081250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJaxO-6nyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hRMjWRJKkDk/s320/PICT0225.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU ALL FOR MY PRESENTS, I LOVE THEM A LOT. AND YOU ALL TOO &lt;33333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's do the thanking one by one now ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia, dewi;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the CUTE ernie card (the one on the right!)&lt;br /&gt;and the ERNIE STUFF TOY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ama;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the wonderful ernie card (the bigger faced ernie one ;D ) and the ERNIE STUFF TOY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachael;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;2 Dr. Grip pen and pencil and the black shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gen;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;black shoe, and her love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheryl;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the AHHH, IT'S JOCELYN blue card. haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;and the ERNIE STUFF TOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;samm, nat, susu, chelsea;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the animal slippers,&lt;br /&gt;white cute bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;angelene;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bilabong belt, bilabong keychain shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zig-zag crew;&lt;/strong&gt; the green card and all the presents lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHIA;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the sweet letter and the clover keychain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tyanne;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a love note, haha. the green card there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;matt and mum; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the kachings there, and i used some&lt;br /&gt;already. haha ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7996327400334468865?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7996327400334468865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7996327400334468865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7996327400334468865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7996327400334468865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-all-for-my-presents-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVxzstUbgKQ/RfJaxO-6nyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hRMjWRJKkDk/s72-c/PICT0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8721398704969334501</id><published>2007-03-10T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:58:01.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU ALL FOR WISHING ME ON MY 14TH BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;be real jealous, i'm old now ;D haha.&lt;br /&gt;this post supposed to be a day earlier, but went out for celebrations, so didn't have enough time to post.&lt;br /&gt;okay before i talk about the celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU ;&lt;br /&gt;rachael, z-cup socky, nadia, theresa, janet, jaimetan, widya, ama, yanglin, pat, thongs, rachel wong, claudia, renee, nat, samm, joshua, janiceleee, chia, angelenee, michheah, evil, lindsay, angela&lt;br /&gt;for your smses and call (from rachel wong ;D and lindsay), for the birthday wishes and all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;OH AND AND, thank you all for the happy birthday testimonials &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys a lot! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;thank you G.A.N.C.; gen, ama, nadia, cheryl for being there to celebrate my birthday at sentosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the G.A.N.C.J got together again, the sentosa memories.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry rach, you couldn't go, we missed your presence. haha you're &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha, kidding lah ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take photos and place THANK YOU NOTES in the next post. and then i'll tell THE WORLD about my wonderful day at sentosa &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;once again, i love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8721398704969334501?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8721398704969334501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8721398704969334501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8721398704969334501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8721398704969334501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-all-for-wishing-me-on-my-14th_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-3998906105629345071</id><published>2007-03-10T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:18:25.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YAY I FINALLY UPDATED EVERYTHING ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-3998906105629345071?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/3998906105629345071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=3998906105629345071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3998906105629345071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/3998906105629345071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-i-finally-updated-everything-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-949081150880293870</id><published>2007-03-10T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:09:54.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the long awaited LAST DAY OF EXAMS ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with rachael, nadia and cheryl ;D after ballet lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;and ama and gen couldn't come the same time as us, cause they had trg.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to wisma, AND IT WAS RUNNING SO HEAVILY. THE PATHWAY WAS SORT OF FLOODED, then i was like tip-toeing my way through lah. aiyerr.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then nad and i bought bread from breadtalk, haha, i bought my an-pan man and a butter sugar bread thing thing. the an-pan man is SO CUTE LAH! an-pan had 3 bumps on his face, so i was eating one by one(as in the bumps) haha.&lt;br /&gt;we went to forever 21 and i think mango also. i tell you mango sells like ballet stuff, haha. cause they have like leggings, and shirt-like-leotards. so funny looking, means that fashion now is like that, so i can wear my ballet stuff out. seeee, so fashionable arh ;D hahah.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to taka i think, to grab a bite, but then eh i forgot what i ate, then nad went off, and we went to cine.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY SHIRT ;D the nice nice, man without face thing. haha. so nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;and we were bargaining with the aunty, super funny. cause cheryl, rach and i wanted to get shirst. so we were asking the aunty for cheaper price cause 3 people buy what. so my shirt was 13 plus plus at first. i think it was $13.50? around there, and then i wanted to bargain for $13 haha, and cheryl and rach also wanted theirs to be cheaper. SO, we were like bargaining and bargaining. then the aunty wanted $13.30. BUT THEN i wanted it even cheaper, so i was like $13.20. hahah and the aunty kept saying 'oh my god' and then type type type in her calculator. haha and she was so amazed by how we didn't give up. haha ;D anyway, we got it for $13.20! haha, so good right. and then rach and i had to go off so we left before ama and gen could come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-949081150880293870?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/949081150880293870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=949081150880293870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/949081150880293870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/949081150880293870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-awaited-last-day-of-exams-d-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-8450678193396479653</id><published>2007-03-10T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:58:53.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we made class t-shirts on the same day of the hike, so stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;but cause we didnt' need to rush, we got it at a cheaper price! 10BUCKS ;D&lt;br /&gt;went to novena with gen, ama and rachael to do the shirt. we used the uncle's NICE MAC COMPUTER (is that what it's called?) anyway, took millions of mentos, gen was psycho, take until SO MANY. then a nanyang girl cut my QUEUE! aiyerrr, anyway, she wasn't even ready lah, make me wait so long man. haha. and and the 2/6 girls came (was it 2/6?) to collect their t-shirts, and then took dont' know how long to count, haha. and then our turn. then cause we were deciding on the sizes, and the uncle was busy on the phone, so ama went into the counter side (you know normally where the shoponwer stands, and customer stands opposite him) yah, anyway, she wnet in and took the different sizes. then i was like, woah, ama! your house arh? then she was like, yah yah! hahah ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we decided on the sizes, then joke joke around, play play here. OH and the nanyang girl was laughing together with us, seee IJ girls are so fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway finished at about 7 plus and dad came and fetch me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-8450678193396479653?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/8450678193396479653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=8450678193396479653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8450678193396479653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/8450678193396479653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-made-class-t-shirts-on-same-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-5198567610075990307</id><published>2007-03-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:29:14.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;GENERAL LEADERSHIP PROGRAM ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, it's so fun! i loved, love it, and still loving it. okay anyway, we didn't get to choose our groups but it sort of all right lah. i had rachael, nadia and joyee in the group. and joanne, melissa and wendy. and our instructor; GILBERT ;D the wonderful kind person who set the trail, so we had a advantage. our groups name; SEVENIES+1 &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;cause joyee likes seven, i like ernie. and there were seven of us. plus it sounded cute. and +1 is gilbert. haha. we were a little retarded even before we started the hike.&lt;br /&gt;cam-whored on the bus, like took retarded photos. i'll upload later.&lt;br /&gt;we started off the last group, like 20min later, cause uncle david (don't know if it's correct) didnt' want to let us go. EVEN THOUGH WE HAD THE SHORTEST GIRL IN OUR GROUP, as in the shortest girl left there. supposedly she was angelene, but angelene had already left. so the2nd shortest is joanne. but uncle david didn't let us go. aiyerr. anyway, we were like greeting all the people, then he said, okay extra 10 points. so we ended up greeting ALL THE WAY THROUGHOUT THE HIKE.&lt;br /&gt;mental note: greeting people did make singaporeans look much friendly, and happier (:&lt;br /&gt;it was super fun, and it was so funny when we kept stopping to take pictures as a group at pitstops, or whatever you call them.&lt;br /&gt;and and, the best thing is that we won the race, even though it wasn't supposed to be a race. so yah, anyway, our group decided to act cool and meditate when other groups came. so retarded haha. yay! we won man. we're the best lah!&lt;br /&gt;oh and we came across a same stream too. like a small water fall lah.&lt;br /&gt;it's super nice ;D wasted, we didn't take any photos of it.&lt;br /&gt;poor rachael, who twisted ankle while hiking, and then i kept telling nadia and joyee who were right in front, "slow down, casualty!" haha and rachael eventually couldn't take me calling her a casualty, so i stopped, haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's a lot more stuff that we had at the hike, like eh, the 126 steps, and a lot a lot more, i had a lot of fun.  IT WAS SUPER MAN. DA BOMB LAH.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE HIKE MAN, IT WAS SUPER FUN! i love the sevenies+1 &lt;3333 oooh can't wait for anotherr one ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-5198567610075990307?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/5198567610075990307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=5198567610075990307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5198567610075990307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/5198567610075990307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/general-leadership-program-d-ooh-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1487571171449667542</id><published>2007-03-06T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:32:46.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously speaking, i dont' know where to start from man.&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNY&lt;/em&gt;- it's was so predictable, every year same thing. but just that this year visiting was shorter, cause some relatives won't here. i seriously i think my brothers are kukus. anyway, i think i collected less ching ching. aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exam period&lt;/em&gt;- sucked. cause mugged like don't know what. i mean sec2 what, streaming, so it's kind of like a serious event. aiyerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exams&lt;/em&gt;- some were bad, some were okay and i think none were good. but i know &lt;strong&gt;geog was bad&lt;/strong&gt;, cause the questions were all linked. and i had to get my VERY FIRST QUESTION wrong. it was about linear patterns, and there was an a) and a b) for question 1. i got par a) correct and part b) wrong. and the other parts of the paper, was all about the linear patterns in a) and b). so tell me, won't that mean i just lost half of my marks?! yah, anyway, i checked with mr jiow, he said he might give me the marks cause i gave the correct points what. don't know yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also the hike ;D which in another post i'll blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1487571171449667542?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1487571171449667542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1487571171449667542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1487571171449667542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1487571171449667542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously-speaking-i-dont-know-where-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-4495747097396421625</id><published>2007-03-04T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:42:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SORRY PEOPLE, this blog is sort of super outdated and dead&lt;br /&gt;woops. probably cause of the lazy me, for the first few weeks i didn't blog. and also cause of SERIOUS MUGGING for the last few weeks. and here i am, left with a last post that reads freaking; &lt;strong&gt;6TH OF FEB 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided not to update. and i shall just start with the recent-ner ones okay ;D seee, lazy me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-4495747097396421625?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/4495747097396421625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=4495747097396421625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4495747097396421625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/4495747097396421625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-people-this-blog-is-sort-of-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-6573378361948407920</id><published>2007-02-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:29:36.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;050207 monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was all right. couldn't really remember anything. had technique today.&lt;br /&gt;we had assembly and then had a talk about the hiking trip, so it dragged on till 2pm, had to run to locker to get track pants &amp;amp; pe te-shirt then ran to dance studio. aiyerrr. stupid teacher so retarded lah. she didn't want to listen to nat, so idiotic. luckily never kenna lock out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060207 tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had school today, and then had syf :D&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BLOCKED! it's like a short part for now, but at least i got blocked. whoooo :D&lt;br /&gt;quite scary, casue the timing was changed as usual. luckily isabel was there, if not confirm die lah. seriously. she leads, then i follow after her, then arielle, georgina, justine. luckily there's isabel lah. zaki was like asking her question that i COULDN'T EVEN HEAR! btu she was answering like super fast, and she didn't need to ask him another time. SUPER PRO LAH. aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;then he played the other parts of the song. i think 4 parts altogether. so here's the thing:&lt;br /&gt;about 2 more months, and 4 more minutes of the dance to complete. oh man! it sounds easy, but it's not. my my. anyway, went to the library with rachael! thanks for waiting for me rach :D&lt;br /&gt;and then we realised our loan quota reached, cause i forgot to bring my library books ): and we found so nice books. so we hid them. haha SECRET PLACE :D but ama knows also lah! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-6573378361948407920?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/6573378361948407920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=6573378361948407920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6573378361948407920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/6573378361948407920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/02/050207-monday-school-was-all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-1873473621727630955</id><published>2007-02-07T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:22:46.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;030207 saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hectic day as usual. all my saturdays! can't sleep in, and can't sleep late the night before.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6.45am to do homework. but then ended up reading MY A-LIST BOOK until about 7am. ate breakfast, packed and had to get ready to go to school for SYF practice at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;mum fetched me to school and then i had to sneak into school. haha. cause netballers having trg. anyway, i waited for samm, su &amp; nat then went up together. cleaned up steps with ruth &amp;amp; with the help of gretchen. really cleaned up the timing things and all those. after awhile, we had to go down to the hall to dance. aiyerr. so mahfan, cause i think the other group needed the room.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the hall, where the cheer people, tramp people, &amp; then student leaders' invest people were there. so crowded lah! but still had to practice there. i practice somemore and more while the blocking people danced. after that, khym told everyone to do together. so we did, btu then she stopped us like twice cause it was full out. so yah, we did the full thing. then we realised joyee didn't do, so we had to do AGAIN. ahha. but it's all right lah, although it was super tiring, cause so hot so we were sweating BUCKETS. not literally. fell flat after finishing man. super tired. oh, and i fell on my butt twice cause the hall's floor was waxy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;after syf, samm &amp;amp; i had green house cheer. haha dont' be surprised, yes jloong's doing cheer. haha :D anyway, learn about like 4 eights then finish. we actually didn't want to join, but for TYANNE, we decided to cheer. cause tyanne choo sha-wei so poor thing ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after finishing, we played badminton for awhle haha. i played against NADIA, she's super lousy lah! dont' know play like what. haha. although i wasnt' very good either. then i played against meldee. SHE'S SUPER PRO. relaly. haha. i suck at badminton lah. then janie came into the hall, so i forced her to hug me. no no, i just hugged her. then i think i squashed her specs. haha ;D then she left. after ahile, we all finished playing. mum came and pick me from school to piano. ate my lunch in the car and then went for piano. it was fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;and then after that, i went to ama's house. did math homework and then had to leave for cat class. walked there, &amp; was late as usual. cat class was okay. we had this guy teaching us. haha some bible events thing. then after that i went for mass with theresa &amp;amp; jac. NO SHORTS TODAY :D haha. then took bus home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-1873473621727630955?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/1873473621727630955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=1873473621727630955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1873473621727630955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/1873473621727630955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/02/030207-saturday-super-hectic-day-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7415655579977157188</id><published>2007-02-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:07:00.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;020207 friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet lesson :D&lt;br /&gt;ms tan's not feeling well, still! ): virus, get away from ms tan lah, aiyerr.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon ms tan! :D you can win! haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ms ho took over the lesson again. we got to do pointe :D&lt;br /&gt;finally! in like don't know how many MILLIONS OF YEARS I HAVEN'T TOUCHED MY POINTE SHOES! oh man i was super happy lah! but i still haven't glued the croche thing. but nevermind. still can dance! haha. anyway, did pointe for the whole lesson &amp; it past like zoooomm. finish. super fast lah! ): then went to eat with zig-zag crew again, and sneaked back in to practice syf. I NEED PRACTICE. actually ms ho didn't allow. but i didn't it alone, so i was practicing SILENTLY, then everytime she turned to my side, i'll sit down haha ;D cant be helped, there's no other place to practice. hahah. anyway, ms ho had to leave early, so she left us with the room. SHHHH! not suupposed to tell. haha. no lah, primary school's not supposed to know only lah. she was super funny. cause we were saying why samm has to wear b*a with the black leotard, then ms ho was like, "also got nothing!" haha. then we were saying while wearing tankini all fake one. haha, no offence samm! :D then i was like," yah, ms ho. why ballerinas all flat flat one?!" then she was like, don't know?. then i said " eh, no what, how come your's not?" hahahaha :D WOOOPPS. then she was like "EHH!" hahah! super funny ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7415655579977157188?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7415655579977157188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7415655579977157188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7415655579977157188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7415655579977157188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/02/020207-friday-ballet-lesson-d-ms-tans.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7892178347529566808</id><published>2007-02-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:55:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24-28 0107 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't remember anything significant that happened. this is what happens when you don't update your blog. tsk :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;290107 monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had technique. the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;300107 tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VERY FIRST SYF PRACTICE :D woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;it was quite scary, zaki was scary. the atmosphere was super scary. haha didn't even dared to talk lah, only later part. okay thanks to the ZIG-ZAG CREW &lt;3 who taught me all the syf steps so that i could catch up and get into syf. i love you so much! &amp; esp to angelenee! thanks ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, didn't exactly have a proper audition, but he just placed me into this part where i guessed he "auditioned" me from there. at the end of the practice, i think that was considered a scolding lah, not exactly sure cause he didn't shout. as in like SCREAMMMM! but just a silent vibe that's so scary about him. anyway, he said that i do clean pirouttes. haha, it's like boasting here, but oh well, just stating a fact right :D haha, nah kidding lah. anyway, he said i must learn my steps really well so i'll get blocked, hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7892178347529566808?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7892178347529566808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7892178347529566808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7892178347529566808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7892178347529566808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-28-0107-i-really-cant-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-7951352263050902396</id><published>2007-02-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:48:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;220107 monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TECHNIQUE LESSON EVER! woohoo, felt so good to walk up to the 6th floor. although it kind of sucked, cause samm dropped the honeydew that i was supposed to eat for lunch. haha so anyway, no lunch for me then. &amp; i realised that i forgot to bring my PE t-shirt, so i borrowed samm's dance shirt. then all the sec2s were looking at me, cause i wasn't in dance last year, and i had the dance shirt. haha. anyway, my knee was super super pain when we had to do a pleaye (dont' know how to spell lah!) haha, and we had to hold there. super pain lah! and then crunches and some hand exercise thing. it was kind of fun, but kind of scary, cause that ms wee was like quite serious. and i forgot what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;230107 tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday to clara ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what happened today. woops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-7951352263050902396?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/7951352263050902396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=7951352263050902396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7951352263050902396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/7951352263050902396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/02/220107-monday-first-technique-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-116936338492203779</id><published>2007-01-21T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:12:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;200107 saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oooh, hectic day today man. eh, not exactly tiring but just long day.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30am &amp; suddenly thought of the netballers who were trg. oh well. anyway, then ate breakfast while reading my book. &amp;amp; then got ready at about 8.25am to take bus to school. brother used the car, so no transport. anyway, reached there quite early, &amp; i was super scared cause i didn't want to see coach. so i was sneaking around. then i went to the hall first cause i thought that was where we were supposed to meet. but then when i was walking up, i heard like "boom boom" as in like the medicine balls boucning on the floor that kind of sound. then i was like "oh man!" but luckily! it was the trampoline girls. haha! i was quite early so i talked to fiona &amp;amp; shum for a little while then i went down to the canteen. sat down with yanglin, ap, marrissa, gracia &amp; amanda sy while waiting for 9am to come. then i saw mr tang and this lady behind him, about 5 feet away. then i whispered to the people at the table,"eh, look! mr tang &amp;amp; his wife" then they were like, "how you know she's his wife? cannot be lah" "how come walk so far away from each other?!" "you sure or not?" that kind of things. then i was like, i also dont' know lah, but guess one lah! then i borrowed yang lin's phone to take a picture. haha cause i seriously thought she was mrs tang. then i was taking the photo, while mr tang realised i think. then he walked towards us. "eh, what are you girls in school for?" then i was like "guess!" then he said something which i forgot already. anyway,here was the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn: "MR TANG! WHY YOU DON'T TEACH US?!"&lt;br /&gt;mr tang:"aiyah, i tell you already right? i dont' teach sec2s"&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn:" then how come mrs mah teach us? she also doesn't teach lower sec what!"&lt;br /&gt;mr tang:" rotate what!"&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn:"then why can't you rotate?! aiyerrr"&lt;br /&gt;mr tang:" then if you're lucky then you'll get me next year lor."&lt;br /&gt;*walks away, &amp; the lady follows him too!*&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn:" bye mr tang! ... bye mrs tang!" *smiles :D*&lt;br /&gt;mr tang:" eh how you know?"&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn:"guess lah! (:"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so i was correct after all. they look a little like each other leh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sort of wasted my time going for the student leaders' investiture practice thing.&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be only 1 and a half hour long, &amp;amp; all we did was the positionings of where we're going to sit, where we're going to stand on stage. then pasted some maskin tape on the stage, wrote our classes &amp; practically stoned for the rest of the time. but but! i was eavesdropping on anne's &amp;amp; gladys's conversation. haha ;D it was quite interesting. oh &amp; i was msging to lah. so wasn't that bored. finished at 10.30am. then went down to canteen. saw the netballers bags. missed them again. haha so venetia told me to go hug the bags. then i suddenly thought of writing notes to put into their bags. but not enough paper to put into all. so just gave to 5 people. hope you guys liked it anyway. &amp;amp; then stayed for a little while more to talk. then went to macs with ashely &amp; venetia to eat. by the time we finished it was only about 12.20. so ven &amp;amp; i decided to waste time at popular. haha. bought plain notebook for school catechism class. it's nice &amp; cheap! and another notebook for i dont' know what. haha it was too nice to resist lah!&lt;br /&gt;then still had 20 min left before i had to leave for piano which was at 2pm. then it was too early to just go straight, so i went to library to read my book first. left at about 1.30pm &amp;amp; took 31 double decker bus! piano lesson was kind of fun, but cause mrs swee was telling me an irrelevant story &amp; i didn't want to hear so felt kind of pissed at her. haha. anyway, i'm now going to learn this piece that is 12 PAGES LONG! oh man, my fingers are going to be tired like crazy lah! anyway, finished piano at 3pm. &amp;amp; took a bus down the road to church for catechism class which was at 4.15. so again i had a lot of time. stoned the whole time, then went up &amp; down the church. until all the people started to gather outside the st.mich's room. so i grabbed a chair &amp;amp; stoned. then there was this prayer thing, and then the secondary levels split into classes.&lt;br /&gt;oooh! the church decided that we had to write journal thing things for cat class, so they bought this notebooks from popular! $4 a book. they bought for everyone. so sweet. haha, it's quite nice lah. i was talking to theresa about dance. eh, gossiping lah. sort of. then went for mass with her. &amp; then batt died so i borrowed alex's phone to sms. ta paoed dinner, &amp;amp; went home. watched a time for dancing, super touching. watched tv till i fell asleep at about 11.45pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;happy birthday joshua!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-116936338492203779?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/116936338492203779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=116936338492203779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/116936338492203779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/116936338492203779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/01/200107-saturday-oooh-hectic-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27030118.post-116936231556950894</id><published>2007-01-21T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:51:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;180107 thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what happened. only thing that i can think of is that there was school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;190107 friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance auditions ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the zig-zaggers &amp; all the well-wishers. haha. i got in :D&lt;br /&gt;the dance steps were quite easy to remember cause they were only 2 eights. i stood with ruth, debra &amp;amp; rachel leong the whole time, cause they were the only ones who weren't sec1s. well, sort of. my lucky number for the day was 36! haha, &amp; samm did something something with the tag thing. ewww, kind of sick, so i shall not type it out. after auditions, i saw the netballers who finished their continued match. haha, they were fooling around the pri school's netball court. anyway, chatted with them. hugged their sweaty bodies. &amp;amp; talked for awhile before i left. walked with cheryl &amp;amp; nad to interchange, ate at macs. well, ate only a 50cent ice-cream cause i was broke already. then i went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27030118-116936231556950894?l=prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/116936231556950894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27030118&amp;postID=116936231556950894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/116936231556950894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27030118/posts/default/116936231556950894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettycatastrophe.blogspot.com/2007/01/180107-thursday-i-cant-remember-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14265036424321860305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
