<?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-11663261</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:27:14.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decentlyfunky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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>389</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-3309541449649338991</id><published>2008-08-14T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:07:48.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MISS CHU GAVE ME THE MOTIVATION TO DO WELL........... for a second.... NOT! i decided i'll study from now on and practice my math (i'm starting on it already) everyday without fail and i'll do homework everyday (like how i am, now, finishing lit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really really really really tired now. imma sleep. nights, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3309541449649338991?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3309541449649338991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3309541449649338991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3309541449649338991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3309541449649338991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-chu-gave-me-motivation-to-do-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-232698132964395098</id><published>2008-08-04T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:31:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just cut my fingernails and now my fingers feel so bare :( and i'm trying my best not to do anything horrible to my toenails i.e. peel them whilst watching tv, so i can do a proper pedicure for prom. prom's like ages away but i'm really excited for it cause I GET TO DYE MY HAIR! i was thinking of getting and auburn base and orange coat. but i'd want really solid colours, not like those faded ones that every singaporean has. okay maybe not all but alot of people who dyed red have weird faded looking red ones. it's uglyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be flamboyant for once in your life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom prom prom! i wanna get my hair done heh. well i wouldn't go for a caramel coat cos it doesn'g go with auburn. i hope the dying process goes out well or i'll sue the hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's O's first. school's the only obstacle in my freedom :( being the president's tough. you can't break any school rules at all. okay maybe i did, for a teeny lil bit, cause i'm wearing ballet lookalike white shoes with weird looking white socks. weird is good. hahahagagagaglalala. i feel we shouldn't stick to what society expects us to wear (but dress appropriately, duh) for instance if the fashion statement is jeans + pants, we shouldn't follow it rule by rule. and instead, create something new in that, something that fits you comfortably. i noticed some people ain't comfortable in what they wear. that's because they're following fashion statements blindly and that fashion statement serves no purpose anymore except to look good in society. cool isn't following blindly. cool is creating your own. that's what i call cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but obviously there'll be people who are against my thinking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ted's drinking again. i doubt he's gonna go to school tomorrow. i won't allow him to take me home. so i'll be seeing him only on wednesday. i'm used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-232698132964395098?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/232698132964395098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=232698132964395098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/232698132964395098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/232698132964395098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-cut-my-fingernails-and-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-2751080972031770110</id><published>2008-06-27T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:21:28.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday! no school for 2 days! amanda's bonkers over the hor fun sold in school. the craze apparently drove her into such a desperation that she even dreams of hor fun and starts to salivate and you see saliva trickling down the corners of he mouth. this is true. except for the drooling part. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the chatbox. but it can't read past messages.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post is really really short post. my tyrant sister is back. i gotta bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-2751080972031770110?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2751080972031770110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=2751080972031770110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2751080972031770110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2751080972031770110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/06/mood-happy-its-friday-no-school-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7141248683333794970</id><published>2008-06-26T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:48:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese orals ended today. it was a nightmare :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally freaked out this morning, cause my phone was not working. it wasn't until i reached school that i realised that all singtel users face the same problem as me. apparently singtel's gone crazy and decided not to give us network coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ted's back in school. he's feeling better but he's still coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging's becoming a boring affair cause i can't find anything to blog about :( not like in the past where i could blog about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda and i have constipation :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7141248683333794970?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7141248683333794970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7141248683333794970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7141248683333794970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7141248683333794970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinese-orals-ended-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7216009233784391532</id><published>2008-06-24T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:06:19.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is gonna be totally outta the blue, but i'll still do just the same: i'm gonna talk about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really a very pleasant girl. i knew her when we were in sec 1 but it wasn't until sec 2 that we were close and all. we did all sorts of crazy things together! like taking photos with the KFC man outside what used to be, Ginza, and the concerts we performed at. it was really stoked, those times. but after a split of class in sec 3 , i admit we kinda drifted apart cause we were in different classes and naturally, cliques. well but i'm sure we'll catch on with each other after the O's! sha's a really good friend. well i can't say she's my best friend anymore cause of that drift, but seriously, she's a very very very very good friend :D i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayley. (i know she'll want me to put this name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's actually jiayi. lol. she's a year older than me but she's really really really... nice. almost like a mother, lol. well yea, she takes care of me in guzheng and although sometimes we may argue on different opinions and shits like that but we never failed to laugh it off. she has brought me self confidence (SYF!) and i hope i brought self confidence to her, too. well for one thing, she never gets mad at me (okay maybe for a few minutes), even when she was the last person to find out bout stuffs i hadn't told her. I LOVE HERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda. the hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um she's a hippo, duh. haha.. she's FUN! and really nice to talk to. and i love her to bits. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well both of them are the best people to hang out with whenever you're stressed. really. amanda makes everything seem hilarious while jenn... jenn umm.. she makes- i mean- she just laughs along. OH. her laughter's very VERY melodious. ain't kidding. she laughs and you're dead. cause you'll laugh at her laughing and she laughs at you laughing so it's a non stop thing that goes round and round and round..... until yuqi comes. that guy's NUTS. sometimes he's nice and sometimes he's nasty. oh well, but he's an awesome friend! :) love them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ain't all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the second day of school. we had pe. it was really hot. after school, sem and i helped out at the jamming room but when jin came, everything was done (as in we ran out of materials). i've got new mozzie bites :( what, is this the mozzie season or something? i'm gonna get back at 'em for getting me &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ted's ill :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7216009233784391532?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7216009233784391532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7216009233784391532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7216009233784391532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7216009233784391532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-gonna-be-totally-outta-blue-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6440494362655424313</id><published>2008-06-21T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:13:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really hot. really, really hot. one step outta the house and i feel like i'm a slab of ice in an oven. the heat's getting worst everyday. global warming's a bad thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're playing for arts@tanglin! or at least the chances are high. school's starting on monday! i kinda dread it cause school means drilling for O's. study smart, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've added a chatbox (it's sorta like IM) under the 'scream' section. go check it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem's coming back tomorrow..  and this means complete writing! i can't wait for us to write together once more. ted and i have written the basics and it's sem's job to complete the rhythms. i just took off the hairband i'm wearing. it's giving me headaches cause it's so tight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my memory's failing me.. i forgot what i was going to update about.. oh yes.  CL's post celebration was all right. we had bbq at west coast park (it's been a long time since i last had bbq). jin couldn't make it :( well, but i had fun with starting the fire. there were 3 pits and the pit i was attending to (with faiz, kevinn and all) refused to work and the charcoal just won't burn. it took us so long just to start the fire (mr. lee helped us in the end). kellie gave me this voodoo/amoeba lookalike handmade mobile accessory which she spent so much time doing (she did it for the rest of the crew too). it's really pretty :) i wish i could sew something like that. met ted after the bbq and he brought me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn this headache's getting worst. gotta bounce. see ya'll around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6440494362655424313?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6440494362655424313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6440494362655424313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6440494362655424313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6440494362655424313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-really-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3708471264708239780</id><published>2008-05-26T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:07:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is a new start for blogspot, for me. let the past be the past and i'll revive this again, but this time not dwelling in the past, but looking at the present and deciding for the future. i realised how much i've grown over these years, ever since i started blogging. from a complete naive moron to someone who can decipher things and now and have her own thought process. i've seen so much and ponder so much on that the old me has come to cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, so toast to the fresh start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd also like to keep this blog private. so for those of ya'll who found this blog, please don't spread the url around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3708471264708239780?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3708471264708239780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3708471264708239780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3708471264708239780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3708471264708239780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-this-is-new-start-for-blogspot-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-362747928373272519</id><published>2008-05-11T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:50:45.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back for a teeny weeny lil bit of updates since i ditched this blog altogether back in february. so, how y'all doing? mid years are over and THIS SO TOTALLY ROCK! there's gonna be a class outing tomorrow (after soooo many godzillionchsyatyefreg years) and we're watching ironman. read yuqi's blog and he sounds so excited (prolly more excited than all of us since he organised the outing himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the concert at nanyang girls' high with ted and sem last evening. the performance was stoked! bought flowers for jiayun and miss lin but i couldn't find miss lin so i passed everything to jiayun. so the three of us (ted, sem and i) had dinner at king albert's park. ted broke the napkins machine! and he felt so so so guilty, sem had to comfort him. they kinda drifted off with their guitar business and left me to tease them. had a wonderful time with the both of them. they're waaay awesome people! yes, and a happy mother's day to all the mums in the world! mums rule when it comes to picking out *ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) happy mum's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, if you want access to my lj, just give me a beep and i'll consider. imma go off now, to watch the korean drama that my mum's playing on the dvd set. see y'all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i still do LOVE paramore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-362747928373272519?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/362747928373272519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=362747928373272519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/362747928373272519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/362747928373272519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back-for-teeny-weeny-lil-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6382875181595375892</id><published>2008-02-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:52:03.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I save us from this?</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I've decided to carry on in Livejournal. Blogger's getting boring. I'd still be updating. But not very frequent anymore. Don't bother asking for the link to my LJ cos I've decided to keep that private :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY holiday's are officially over. Okay, but not the whole of CNY. I think there's still 1 or more weeks left to collect ang baos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's friends are coming over this Sat. Whoooo. That means $$$$$. Lol. I wanna bring my SS scores up. So imma go check out the history of the middle-east wars shit. Tmmr's Valentine's celebration in our school (cos we have commontests on the 14th, boohoo.) and the SCs came up with a BIG surprise for the school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out in tmmr's episode of TANGLIN SECONDARY VALENTINE'S DAY 2008 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6382875181595375892?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6382875181595375892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6382875181595375892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6382875181595375892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6382875181595375892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-i-save-us-from-this.html' title='Can I save us from this?'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8950689564717929931</id><published>2008-02-08T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:49:54.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHORUS LINE. Loves.</title><content type='html'>Happy Lunar New Year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go over to Jiayi's place later. I painted my nails orange (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Line's officially OVER. It's really sad :( Some people got really emotional and they cried after the whole production. Gwen and I were fighting back the tears lol. A year and three months of preparation, an hour and thirty minutes on stage and everything's over just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss the CL crew and the time we all had together, although some memories are unhealthy to be recalled. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! &lt;3333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year to ya'll again.&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/11663261-8950689564717929931?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8950689564717929931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8950689564717929931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8950689564717929931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8950689564717929931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/chorus-line-loves.html' title='A CHORUS LINE. Loves.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1818208025050365900</id><published>2008-02-03T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:55:36.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAMORE IS LOVEEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>I was listening to Dan and Yang on the radio this morning. They said smth bout sending an email to 987 and they might come to your school with surprises e.g bringing bands along like Simple Plan or The Click Five (your fav. band).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea and my imaginations started running really wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what if I sent an email to them and they bring PARAMORE along? :D I'd prolly die of happiness and shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't die! Or I will never be able to converse with them in my life! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Paramore. Whooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had reunion dinner last night. (Sorry Ted, his friend and Sem!) Claudia and I were killing our brain cells by trying to understand what Punch- Drunk Love was all about. It starrs Adam Sanddlers and Emily Watson. The plot is really puzzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have two HUGE boxes of &lt;em&gt;Kueh Lapis&lt;/em&gt;. Cos my uncle and aunt each bought one for us. We should have a &lt;em&gt;Kueh Lapis&lt;/em&gt; party. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  performance is in 2 days' time! Yesterday was the full run rehearsal (w/o any stops). I can't wait for Tuesday! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1818208025050365900?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1818208025050365900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1818208025050365900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1818208025050365900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1818208025050365900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/paramore-is-loveeeeee.html' title='PARAMORE IS LOVEEEEEE.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3194355059316834601</id><published>2008-01-31T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:24:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stop the world and melt with you.</title><content type='html'>Teddy had to go school alone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's on the verge of breaking down. Thank goodness I didn't go to school today. I don't know what would happen if I did. =\ If I passed that threshold, I'd prolly be in the darkness by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos CL is having so much intensive training and on top of that, I've got homework.. Whoa. That explains the fatigue-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been ages since I had time to jam with FS. Like &lt;strong&gt;centuries&lt;/strong&gt;. It's mostly my fault, tho. Hoho. Everytime we set a date, I'll be unable to go last minute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; addicted to Korean dramas. It's so.............. -.- She's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBSSESSED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the FD musical was awesome :) I managed to drag Sem along! BIG achievement, okay, to get him into FD activities. I bet his mum's thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce. Gonna go catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. CNY IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&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/11663261-3194355059316834601?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3194355059316834601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3194355059316834601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3194355059316834601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3194355059316834601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-stop-world-and-melt-with-you.html' title='I&apos;ll stop the world and melt with you.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1299714334558585495</id><published>2008-01-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:02:20.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pots and pans.</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I'm having minor nervous attacks for O's already. After watching the seniors get their results, the pressure seemed to have pushed me down harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm the president of the SC totally increased that pressure. Mrs Koh said many of the students/teachers would be looking at my academic results for O's. When she said that, I really felt like yanking out every straind of my hair. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has become a ranting place for me and I'm starting to get used to it. But I can't make it too personal cos this is a public blog and everyone has the rights to access it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had costume fitting for CL today. The colour of my leotard is SO similar to theskin colour that (Gwen and Kellie) said I'd look like I'm naked from far. Lol. I hope Miss Chin changes the colour. It's really awful. We managed to pull off a straight reahearsal show (of course, with stops and screams here and there) today. It's an achievement already; we normally don't go this far when we come together as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really tired nowadays. I slept during Geography =\ Which is bad, cos Miss Tan was going thru' homework. Imma aim for 5 distinctions for O's. Grr. I hope the P approves my appeal to drop Chemistry. I studied so hard for Chem and yet I failed the paper. Wasted all my time on it and didn't really study Physics or Biology cos I thought I could score for Chem. Maybe I studied the wrong stuffs but it's too late to regret now. The only way out is to drop it so I can concentrate on Bio and Physics. And it's not like I'm gonna do anything related to Chemistry in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna get into NAFA or Lasalle and study music. Mainstream is so... not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss jamming with FS :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1299714334558585495?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1299714334558585495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1299714334558585495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1299714334558585495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1299714334558585495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/pots-and-pans.html' title='Pots and pans.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4510953439213145533</id><published>2008-01-23T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:10:39.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy = Teddy bear. Teddy bear = Care bear. Thus, Teddy = Care Bear = BEAR!</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for my extraordinary rant of frustrations in the previous post. Never knew I could get that pissed at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Line's coming down hard on us. Show's in like, 2 weeks' time? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for braces appointment yesterday. Dr Mah had elastics put in my mouth. Now it hurts like crazy. Speaking bout hurting, I went home with Ted just now and his arm is oh-so-swollen. Lol. Cos he went for a jab yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects are getting tougher by the seconds. Damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During math lesson, Serene and I were listing down every Disney movie we've watched and we realised we've forgotten so many of em. I think the one that's the hardest to forget is Lion King :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Dr Lau changed my seating arrangement cos I talk too much to Jin and Jenn. Now the table's all quiet... Lol. O levels results are out tmmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to them all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4510953439213145533?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4510953439213145533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4510953439213145533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4510953439213145533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4510953439213145533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/teddy-teddy-bear-teddy-bear-care-bear.html' title='Teddy = Teddy bear. Teddy bear = Care bear. Thus, Teddy = Care Bear = BEAR!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1687937432933055300</id><published>2008-01-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:04:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delibracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't a drama, for goodness' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our ups and downs. You can't expect things to turn out happily ever after because you never know the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really feel like doing now is to smash EVERYTHING in sight and just scream out all my frustrations. No- I do NOT sit in a corner and start slitting my wrists with a penknife, thinking that the world's against me cos that's just plain stupidity where you harm your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the pressure gets too hard on you, you'd get the feeling of being on the threshold of exploding into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that threshold would break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll really be able to explode into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then put myself back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And start over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1687937432933055300?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1687937432933055300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1687937432933055300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1687937432933055300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1687937432933055300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/deceptions.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1613730596445689464</id><published>2008-01-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:21:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around.</title><content type='html'>Wazza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this whole week was SUPER tiring for me. I stay back with Jenn and Yuqi every single day at the SL room to study. Haha. We'll have prata party for dinner o_O Lol. My sexy voice is going away. Like FINALLY :) I'm so elated right now. I can jump around and sing for all I want. Okay maybe not too much or it'll hurt. Haha. (I bought Strepsils cos I ran outta lozenges to numb my throat. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going jamming tomorrow. No worries bout my voice. I won't really sing. Sem's trying out for Flight's Sorrow. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, CCA open house is tmmr too. It's gonna be a bumpppy ride! I mean, day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA BE TAKING O'S SOOOONNNN! WHOOOOO! 9 more months :) I wanna graduate sooooo badly. O's!O's!O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I get mood swings so easily nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1613730596445689464?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1613730596445689464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1613730596445689464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1613730596445689464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1613730596445689464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around, comes around.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3099154136299011574</id><published>2008-01-08T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:22:06.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lozenges makes my tongue NUMB!</title><content type='html'>I.hate.my.voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, should you think you're seeing things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MY VOICE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really sound like a guy going thru puberty, where his hormones start changing and he starts developing a more mellow voice. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the doctor today (I'm missing &lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;DAMNIT&lt;/em&gt;) after SS. Izuwan keeps telling me not to go back to school for dance. Hahahaha. Mrs Chng would prolly kill me before I die outta my sexyvoice disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lozenges the doc prescribed for me makes my tongue feel funny and numb. I hate medicines. They make you so weak. Arrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, Yuqi, Zwan and I went to explore the school yesterday. Was suppose to go home and rest but I have to wait for Bec sooooooooo yea. Mr Wan's stories are so entertaining! Lol. The amphitheatre is freakin scary =S Jenn and I were freaking out fer real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's done with servicing. Mum's getting it back for me now. I wanna get well soon... I miss jamming.............................! Stephen's agreed to Sem's tryouts for our band. Haha Imma tell him the good newwwwws!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3099154136299011574?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3099154136299011574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3099154136299011574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3099154136299011574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3099154136299011574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/lozenges-makes-my-tongue-numb.html' title='The Lozenges makes my tongue NUMB!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1027744218449799209</id><published>2008-01-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:00:32.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>was the start of Sec One Orientation Camp 2008! It kicked off with the SLs teaching the sec 1s how to do cheers- each and every house has a cheer of their own. We had a session of bombing game and cheering competitions. Then it was the mascot thingy time, where the sec 1s have to design a banner/flag for their own group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya, Sherman and I are in Jacaranda Guild 3. (The triple S uhhhhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we made the flag and the treasure hunt started. We were, unfortunately, the last group. I think it's mainly cos it was alil screwed up. But nonetheless, J-ing did a great job and we really ought to applaud her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec 1s had their dinner after that and we preapred for the skit. Skit was okay, but we kinda got off schedule so Carova didn't get a chance to perform. After the sec 1s left, Jessica, Mei Yern and I went over to Jessica's house to shower. Her dog, Perry, is soooooooooooo huge and handsome! But Jessica wouldn't allow me to dognap Perry! *pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Vemon were SOOOO engrossed in their PSP game at night o_O Kevinn, Sya, Rebecca, Nico, Jun Liang and I went to the second floor to exchange ghost stories but we ended up freaking each other out (Nico's incident, lol) and screaming. Jolene joined us, followed by Jon, PJ, Firdhouse, Russell and Shawn Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, Shawn Ong's eye got hit by a ball like ohmygawwwd- real hard- and it swelled up so badly! He has a 5 day MC I think; he had to be driven to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hall after freaking out real bad. Bec left and Firdhouse, Jolene, Kevinn, Jun Liang and I came together to listen to Firdhouse's stories. He keeps trying to SCARE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=( He'd better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the canteen and at 4 plus., Jo and I felt soooo cold we went to the SC room to continue sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race was tiring. Plus, I was already tired and hoarse and sick. I sound like a man now hahahahaha.I keep coughing like crazy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we didn't win but everything was almost according to plan. Sherman and I ran to 7/11 opp school to get stuffs for the sec 1s. We bought gummys. Hahaha. I almost wanted to buy Fisherman's for them since they shouted so much lolol. Sherman and I were actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;running &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;back to the school after getting the gummys lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakcamp! 4n1 celebrated Ted's birthday in the canteen. I bet he almost cried la. Lolololllllllllll. Went to Westmall and eat and here I am, slamming the keyboard cos I'm really losing concentration.. I'm DEAD sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's h/w! =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1027744218449799209?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1027744218449799209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1027744218449799209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1027744218449799209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1027744218449799209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3088227894818483486</id><published>2008-01-01T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:28:20.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two thousand and 8- Year of the Rat.</title><content type='html'>Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new year now :) May 2008 be an awesome year for each and everyone in the world. I've made resolutions for this year, so you should start making yours too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Yuqi said, "No more sneaking into NC16 movies!" Haha. We're 16! Okay, technically 16. O levels this year (I almost said next year, lol)! Lotsa challenges we have to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're growing older every year! Time flies really really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everything go well in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Escape yesterday w/ Jiayi, Jiaqi and their friends. I think the Inverter ride's the most awesome outta rest. But it's really short. As in the ride time. Lol. Oh well, at least the twins were enjoying themselves :) Jiayi was damn excited over everything. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Amos the Achmed video on YouTube and he laughed till he had a stitch on his side. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to send my phone for re-service. The format's all screwed up =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening tmmr! Zomg. I cant wait, and yet I don't wanna wait. *Screams! It's gonna be a busy week. Student Investiture's on the 3rd of Jan. Oh shag, I gotta remove my orange nails before tomorrow.&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/11663261-3088227894818483486?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3088227894818483486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3088227894818483486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3088227894818483486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3088227894818483486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-thousand-and-8-year-of-rat.html' title='Two thousand and 8- Year of the Rat.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3239949744280466832</id><published>2007-12-29T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:27:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then it all falls apart again, before your very own eyes.</title><content type='html'>School's reopening soon. The thought of it kills me over again =S It's almost a year already. Gawwwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuqi came over today, to finish off last minute homework. Jenn was suppose to come too. But she's so late and Yuqi had to go off at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have Swensons later! :D My dad got vouchers from his company. Haaaaaa! Imma go change my blog song. My voice is starting to sound creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3239949744280466832?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3239949744280466832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3239949744280466832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3239949744280466832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3239949744280466832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/then-it-all-falls-apart-again-before.html' title='Then it all falls apart again, before your very own eyes.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-5531288000653121381</id><published>2007-12-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:28:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'I Am Legend' with Teddy and his friends yesterday. Man that show is FREAKY. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady at the Counter:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teddy:&lt;/strong&gt; I am Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, get the joke? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we met Bec and her brother and his friend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC and SL are in the planning of orientation camp and we had the dry run for Amazing Race. We ran here and there, everywhere! Jenn made vids when we did the passing of rubber bands with a toothpick game. Haaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the Enchanted soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi. I'm hinting whoever's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday, Jiayi and Jiaqi! :D&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, and not to forget, Stephen the crazy drummer ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-5531288000653121381?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5531288000653121381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=5531288000653121381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5531288000653121381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5531288000653121381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3039185732101236201</id><published>2007-12-22T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:44:40.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it all come undone?</title><content type='html'>It's been days since I last updated, sorrrrrrrrrrrrrry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the sec one registration yesterday. Super duper busy ushering parents then I went off to Toa Payoh for carolling. I'll post pictures of the call centre (w/ Santa doing a pose!) some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiaqi:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh eh eh, let's take a photo of Santa! &lt;em&gt;(Takes out phone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiayi &amp;amp; I:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiaqi:&lt;/strong&gt; Santa! Do a pose! Any pose will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Taking out can drinks from the storeroom)&lt;/em&gt; Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiaqi:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Takes a can of Green Tea)&lt;/em&gt; Green tea! Good for your health! &lt;em&gt;(Grins and poses)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Then we took a cab to Mediacorp cos the twins had to do some programm thingy. They're gonna be filmed in Feb or smth :D I've got celebrity friends! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened which I do not wish to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lin reckon I should take up vocal lessons since I wanna do Vocal Studies in NAFA or Jazz in De La Selle. Imma drop Chem since I cant do a single thing that has ANYTHING to do with Chem. Then I can concentrate on other subjects and have more time for vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, my sis wants to play her Audition, whatever it is, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3039185732101236201?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3039185732101236201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3039185732101236201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3039185732101236201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3039185732101236201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-days-since-i-last-updated.html' title='Can it all come undone?'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1567011800672199693</id><published>2007-12-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:23:22.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines on the news; flashlights everywhere.</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance lesson today was cut short cos of the release of N levels results :) Mrs Chng was nice enough to let Kellie and I off cos the rest of the contemp dancers had to do their CCA poster or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went IMM to have lunch at 11 plus. I owe her $4. Lol. Had taiwanese food and walked around IMM till about 12 plus. Kellie came over and we played the guitar :) Met up with Teddy to write our next song. I swear he's a woman. Hahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you can relate to him really well. Almost like talking to a girl. Whoooopys, he'd better not see this. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went crazy and decided to do spring cleaning. Now the whole house is in a total mess and it's super uber dusty =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1567011800672199693?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1567011800672199693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1567011800672199693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1567011800672199693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1567011800672199693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/headlines-on-news-flashlights.html' title='Headlines on the news; flashlights everywhere.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-5845361101926856992</id><published>2007-12-15T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:11:39.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all the false fronts I've put on.</title><content type='html'>Imma start work today at 5.30pm. So for those who are shopping at Tampines, Siglap or Bedok later, look out fer us at Pizzahut :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vwwweeeelll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've time next year to attend vocals at AOR next year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GKHSgfweytrg2736y45i24523yt5823itgtwe67t32t5bjHgujcfyrea^%aDsaR5TWQCRH23G5GfdSJGFJGDFIFIiytfdsgtsrtirth4j6uh4tkjeynb75klysfsdffewtt!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers have gone kookoo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bonkers!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mad!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaboom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen's in Cambodia now. HA! While he slogs away, we're relaxing here. Okay not exactly cos school's starting REAL soon. Sonner than you're expecting. That is, it starts on the &lt;strong&gt;2nd of Jan &lt;/strong&gt;next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS! &gt;=( Damn the syllabus. I don't want 2008 to come. I wanna skip to 2009 or 2010 or 2011 or 4001! I really want that universal remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the only person in my class who wants to enter a poly. The rest are like, "I wanna go JC! (Grins)". &lt;em&gt;Pfft,&lt;/em&gt; I'm never a JC material. I wanna sing for life. I wanna perform. But this is so out of my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got people telling me, "Eh, give up on your dreams la. Asians never make it big in the music industry!" Yea yea, I'll prove 'em wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Imma take my steps one by one and study hard fer now to pass O's and be a free (wo)man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study study; oh, I'm gonna faint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-5845361101926856992?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5845361101926856992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=5845361101926856992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5845361101926856992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5845361101926856992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-all-false-fronts-ive-put-on.html' title='And all the false fronts I&apos;ve put on.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7675824864054034827</id><published>2007-12-11T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:18:47.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That sets you free.</title><content type='html'>I just realised how much homework I've got. Gawd. Someone take a pistol and shoot me in the head please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna dead hectic next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that means lesser jamming sessions :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta perservere. I love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7675824864054034827?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7675824864054034827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7675824864054034827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7675824864054034827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7675824864054034827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-realised-how-much-homework-ive.html' title='That sets you free.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6600955484667946540</id><published>2007-12-09T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:51:46.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they have radios in heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autumn of 95&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to sit on a swing&lt;br /&gt;And watch it fly away&lt;br /&gt;It seems so hard just to let go&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how life would be without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender my love&lt;br /&gt;Before it turns against me&lt;br /&gt;For a long lost flame&lt;br /&gt;It will burn on forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And everything was okay then&lt;br /&gt;Until you had to go&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how life would be without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Someone to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I surrender my love&lt;br /&gt;Before it turns against me&lt;br /&gt;For a long lost flame&lt;br /&gt;It will burn on forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had steamboat. Amos and I are torturing the interactive buddy now. Hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6600955484667946540?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6600955484667946540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6600955484667946540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6600955484667946540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6600955484667946540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-they-have-radios-in-heaven.html' title='Do they have radios in heaven?'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6848909130695450979</id><published>2007-12-08T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:17:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos we are broken.</title><content type='html'>I uploaded the song into imeem :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to watch a move with Stephen today but my mum was railing so we cancelled the whole thing. -.- Anyway, it's my sis' graduation from PD to FD today. Imma go attend the concert they're putting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this strange guy who came knocking on my front door. My maid opened the door and he started blabbing chinese. And duh, she couldn't understand a single word he was saying. Lol. Then she called me down. I came down and the guy was saying smth like, "Hello, I'm from (I dunno what company)." He speaks really fast. He handed me this pamphlet with traditional chinese words on it while blabbing fast chinese. It took me pretty long to realise that he was talking about Aloe Vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\ people are getting weirder each day. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gums hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read my achives and guess what? I used to write like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;today's so boring..&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do lor..&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzz..&lt;br /&gt;study only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I've changed! From a I-am-almost-an-ah-lian to someone's who's better. Okay, nostalgia kicking in. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erika's sooo crazy now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6848909130695450979?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6848909130695450979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6848909130695450979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6848909130695450979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6848909130695450979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/cos-we-are-broken.html' title='Cos we are broken.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1805889806058925224</id><published>2007-12-06T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:57:25.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed under the pressure.</title><content type='html'>New skin for new mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the song at Stephen's place today. His brother was a handful. Haha, he kept trying to attack Teddy with that ridiculous gun of his. We made him sit thru the entire song, just to hear us. Lololol. Laughed so much that my sides hurt like hell. Stephen's father said I've got a nice laughter and voice o_O Lol. He's nice anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named the song "Autumn of 95".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1805889806058925224?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1805889806058925224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1805889806058925224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1805889806058925224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1805889806058925224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/crushed-under-pressure.html' title='Crushed under the pressure.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7839619169189964088</id><published>2007-12-04T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:59:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't want you to die in shame.</title><content type='html'>Okay okay, Jia Qi, I'm updating now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was held on Sunday. Played pool before the concert with the Sec 4s. I can finally hit the ball with the stick. Lol. Took 176 to JE with Izuwan, Jiaqi and Aidil and then the mrt to Tanjong Pagar. Many oh-so-hilarious stuffs happened, which I won't mention here cos it's too draggy and long. Izuwan's off to a 1 week loooooong SL camp. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we met Joshua's parents at the concert! His dad plays the guzheng ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the final bit or excitment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT A NEW PHONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was playing with it today. And he reckons he's sexy o_O Had dance today and then lunch with Kellie. We're gonna be dancing in heels! Then I went jamming with the band. We were a lil off today =X Went home with Ted and here I am, blogging my fingers away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaqi, Jiayi and I are going carolling at Pizzahuts around S'pore. And we get $$ in return! We need one more person. Anyone interested just tell any of us and we'll put in in our team of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7839619169189964088?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7839619169189964088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7839619169189964088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7839619169189964088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7839619169189964088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wont-want-you-to-die-in-shame.html' title='I won&apos;t want you to die in shame.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7632710791341027581</id><published>2007-12-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:52:23.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among everything that has happened, every hang out, every date whatsoever, today's hang out was the weirdest and most random. It started out with Yuqi calling me to watch a movie at Westmall with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that friend turned out to be Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after getting permission from my parents, I said okay. Then Yuqi smsed at 4.30pm saying that Joshua told him he cant make it. Yay -.- So I called up Izuwan and asked him if he wants to watch a movie. Izuwan agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dang, we missed the show so we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine walking in Westmall o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuqi decided to watch DVDs at my place! They went for dinenr while I went home fer mine. Then they came over after a quick visit to Yuqi's grandparents' house to get the DVDs. Watched Corpse Bride. Hahhaahahah. They played with Spot and all. And yayness, I got Aidil's share for the ticket! (Rubs hands in glee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izuwan's sending me backgrounds and horribly taken photos. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. I realised I've used -.- 3 times in a row. HAHAHA. Okay now it's 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7632710791341027581?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7632710791341027581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7632710791341027581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7632710791341027581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7632710791341027581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-world-among-everything-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3713948996648622481</id><published>2007-11-30T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:40:53.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because death is part of life and life is part of death.</title><content type='html'>I'm running a fever! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with the oh-so-annoying Aidil last night. He's goddamn crazy over *ehem. Lol. I haven't been getting much sleep these few days. It's like the moment I lie down on the pillow, the whole bed seem to turn into a stone or smth. And I ache all over in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm old! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's having a christmas party cum BBQ on the 24th next month :) Can't wait. Well, it seems to have been AGES since I last saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogskin's dyingggggg. I'm considering getting a new one. (But I'm too lazy) Heh. Oh by the way, there's this guzheng concert coming up on Dec 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert is held in the &lt;strong&gt;memory&lt;/strong&gt; of a late guzheng player who's really really good when he was alive. Anyway, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;international star players&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will be streaming in to perform and tickets are sold at a VERY reasonable price for sucha big event: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SGD$15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It'll be held at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S'pore Conference Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whoever's interested, please contact me thru sms/call/email for the tickets, latest by Dec 2nd, which is this comin' Sunday, at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass you the tickets (and you pass me the money) on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's wedding dinner was a blast! His bestman kept making fun of the newly weds. Haha. He's so dead when he's the one getting married. I bet Jeremy's gonna take his revenge lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, gotta bounce. Remember, whoever's interested, CONTACT ME asap! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let 'em be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Free from the boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the tears of boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let 'em seek a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And soar beyond the horizons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be free, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3713948996648622481?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3713948996648622481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3713948996648622481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3713948996648622481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3713948996648622481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-death-is-part-of-life-and-life.html' title='Because death is part of life and life is part of death.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7223739837148533613</id><published>2007-11-26T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:51:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories are sometimes the worst thing.</title><content type='html'>Made a song with Teddy yesterday. We were laughing at stupid lyrics for TWO PLUS hours and we only came up with one stanza of the song. Hahahahaha! But he's a geeeeeenius! (Don't let him see this or his ego will go so high that it's impossible to reach him. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sec 3 SCs had to come to school today to talk to interested parents of p6 students. Well, we were expecting lots to come but it turned out that only 3 parents came w/ their kids. Then the exco members had to meet the P, VP and SMCs. Shan't talk bout the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin's presurrizing me with the class tee. So I'd better hurry up. Haha. Erin! We're making one for you too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I found one to one vocal trainings @ Academy of Rock. Yay. Now for the parent's permission and financial support. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7223739837148533613?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7223739837148533613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7223739837148533613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7223739837148533613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7223739837148533613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/memories-are-sometimes-worst-thing.html' title='Memories are sometimes the worst thing.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8018372977906640158</id><published>2007-11-24T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:02:53.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTACT ME ASAP!</title><content type='html'>Anybody out there who knows any awesome vocal teacher(s)? If you do, can you contact me like ASAP? I really want vocal lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel came over but she's off now, for her drums lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want vocal trainingggggggggggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this vocal training lessons in Butterfly smth studio, whatever it's called. But they conduct lessons like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They have auditions and they put you in classes with people of the same standard as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They conduct mass classes, not individual one to one, where you get ALL the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I doubt the teachers are contact-friendly. (Prove me wrong please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I don't like mass classes. I prefer one to one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8018372977906640158?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8018372977906640158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8018372977906640158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8018372977906640158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8018372977906640158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/contact-me-asap.html' title='CONTACT ME ASAP!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-905757545656732180</id><published>2007-11-22T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:20:38.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's jamming session...</title><content type='html'>.... was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brighter and Let the Flames Begin sounded way more perfect with a rhythmist. Hahaha; Teddy brought his bandmates. And, after what seems like centuries, Theresa finally made it to a session. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for CL training in the morning. Very few people came today, so Miss Chu let us off earlier, round 11 plus. Jin, PJ, Kel and I went to Sumo House to have lunch. Talked alot there. Then we splitted up and went our own ways. Kellie came over to my house to see Spot :) Sha came too! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took lotsa random shots. I'll post 1 of em here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/R0VlORxOvbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M14dWNdRJHE/s1600-h/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135622246048382386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/R0VlORxOvbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M14dWNdRJHE/s320/DSC00098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see 2 Kellies! Toldcha, reeeeaaallllyyyyy random shit. Ciao people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-905757545656732180?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/905757545656732180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=905757545656732180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/905757545656732180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/905757545656732180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterdays-jam-session-was-awesome.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s jamming session...'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/R0VlORxOvbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M14dWNdRJHE/s72-c/DSC00098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-6039313849941452474</id><published>2007-11-20T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:47:17.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINETEEEEEEEEEEN!</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had real fun yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Izuwan at Bt Batok mrt station. Went Vivo to catch The Game Plan. And know what? I thought we were gonna miss it or smth cos the queue was long and plus it was gonna be 1.40pm soon. But Izuwan took out the tickets from his pocket haha. (He'd bought it earlier on). Anyway, The Game Plan was nice :) I cried. No surprises here. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't label me as an emotional freak. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet the CL peeps after the movie. But they were in Vivo, by the way time the movie ended. Lol. Jin said they were at Forever 21 so zwan and I went there to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie's lips were PURRRPLE. And Shawn was saying smth like, "Eh you should have dyed your hair purple instead of red." Haha. She was so cold she turned purple =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, then there was this incident where I went with Kellie to withdraw $$. Then this guy in red came up to us and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, I'm not trying to sell anything or what-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE &amp;amp; I:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Looks at him&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; -I just want to ask you guys a few Qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you promote abusing drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE:&lt;/strong&gt; No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; Great! You've earned yourself a pen each. Well, I'm from this champaigne (or company- I couldn't really catch was he was saying) to stop drug abuse among youths. Since you're against drug abuse, I'm sure you'll wanna support us right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE &amp;amp; I:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; So, I'm just gonna ask you to buy this pen for any amount. You can donate $5, $10, or even $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE &amp;amp; I:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe you could fork &lt;em&gt;(looks at me)&lt;/em&gt; out $5 and &lt;em&gt;(looks at Kellie)&lt;/em&gt; you could fork out another 5. How bout that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so sorry, we have no money with us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; How bout 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE:&lt;/strong&gt; We're going to withdraw money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh in that case, would you mind if I follow you to the bank and then you could withdraw the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhh.. &lt;em&gt;(Looks at Kellie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELLIE:&lt;/strong&gt; It's up to you &lt;em&gt;(to me).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Nono, up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY:&lt;/strong&gt; So...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on and on. Thank God Amanda came. LOL! She managed to shake off the guy. We said we'll be back but we didn't go back. =S Amanda was sucha pro. She said we shouldn't feel bad. Lol. Our heroine! Okay anyway, after we related the story to Cherie and Nabilah, they decided to go 'play' with the guy. Hahahaha. I don't know the details cos I didn't go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys left, followed by the girls cep't Kellie. Kellie, Izuwan and I went to check out the timings for Stardust and the next show was at 9 smth. So we headed for Long John (I was HUNGRY!) and while eating, Benjamin came. He was gonna buy a present for his girlfriend but can't decided on what. So he asked Jiaqi and Jiayi out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pet Safari to get stuffs for Spot while waiting for the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Imma skip the whole chunk of what happened. It's redundant. Haha. So we met the twins and their cousin and mom. Then went to get the present. It's this really pretty necklace with a B initial as its pendant. And it's silver ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie and I went to get fake eyelashes, went to Carl's Jr to meet Izuwan and headed hoooooome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go jamming today. Stephen was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CIAOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. SHA IS &lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6039313849941452474?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6039313849941452474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6039313849941452474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6039313849941452474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6039313849941452474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-i.html' title='NINETEEEEEEEEEEN!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6916038424881616694</id><published>2007-11-17T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T13:55:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let 'em sway.</title><content type='html'>Chorus Line preview is overrrrrrrrr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us put in our best for the preview! :D And boy, it sure fels good having audiences who respond, unlike during rehearsals when we normally get shouted at. Ted and Stephen came down to support! Love those two. Haha. 3e1 came down too! Izuwan went to watch us too, but he left at the finale cos *eeeeehem. I can't wait for next year's real show at UCC. It's gonna be... GRAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a big thank you to the people who came down to watch us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd, SERENE &amp;amp; YUQI! I'm so gonna kill them. They kept calling me Cassie, just to see if I'd respond. And I happily did. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're (CL peeps) gonna hang out this Monday at Sentoooooosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with zzzzwan to Swissotel on Wed night, for his prom nite (cos he didn't know the way there). EVERYONE looked sooooooo glamourous! Met Jiaqi and her two other friends (I'm so sorry, I don't know their names! &gt;&lt;) I bet Jiaqi went gag over her prom date. LOL. (Don't let Jiaqi see this.) Jiayi's hair was oh-so-lovely! Her curls are super nice can. Lululu. Can't wait for prom next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I sound retarded, like some crazy kid who got a lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. my sis just graduated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6916038424881616694?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6916038424881616694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6916038424881616694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6916038424881616694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6916038424881616694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-em-sway.html' title='Let &apos;em sway.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-122395540661618451</id><published>2007-11-13T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:19:49.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Chorus Line rehearsal from 8.30 in the morning till 6 in the evening. Gawwwd, my feet are killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview's this Thursday. 2 more days! =X 3e1's coming. Teddy, Stephen, Shikin, Izuwan, and prolly Aidil, are gonna be there. Oh and my parents too. Ohmigossssssh that's alot of people! Not that I've got stage frights or anything. It's just that this is the first time I've eva joined a musical. And I really hope to put on a good show. Mr Lim's words were kinda demoralising just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. We'll do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom's tmmr. Man, I can't go :( If only Miss Chu and Mr Tan allows. Oh well. I hope the sec 4s enjoy it, seeing that this is the opportunity to relive the past, when they've just entered the school as freshmen in 2004. Well, it'll be my turn next year. Golly, time flies really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too fast :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sha :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-122395540661618451?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/122395540661618451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=122395540661618451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/122395540661618451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/122395540661618451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/had-chorus-line-rehearsal-from-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1474963900434542952</id><published>2007-11-11T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:20:18.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It was JOSHUA's birthday yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chorus Line technical run yesterday and it lasted till like 6.30pm? Well it was really amusing cos the dancers joined us. It's was chaos at first. Then when people's brains started working well again, they snapped out of the confusion and made it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Kevinn said he'll try out for soprano xP Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was okay. (I HAVE TO STOP FORGETTING MY LINES!!) When it was in act 3B, and when Jin and I had to talk, I blanked out! Lol I couldn't rmb my lines at all. It was really... stupid. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show for p6's on thr 15th, which is this Thurs. =X Gawd, I'm really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then after CL tech run, I rushed to Clementi to meet Jenn and Yuqi. Izuwan waited for almost/more than an hour at Bt. Batok. Sorry! Jenn and Yuqi bought a donut for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to my place first. Had our really instant dinner here. After a few adding for stuffs to Josh's card, we took 176 and off to Josh's estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought glow sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to changed the whole plan and place a 'letter' outside Josh's front door, telling him to decoded whatever's on it. Izuwan and I put the letter there whilst Jenn and Yuqi waited at the basketball court, all prepared (I guess). I called Josh, made him decode it and Izuwan and I rushed to the 2nd floor ro wait for him to get off the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think we missed him cos when I called him for the 3rd time, he told us he was at the basketballcourt alrd. Lol. So we went over and yea, sang him the b'day song and all. Bet he loved the present. Lol. Josh said he'll parade around wearing what we gave him. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, Yuqi and Jenn attempted to put the candles on the cake. But the candles' fire burnt the plastic surrounding the cake and sooooo, it ain't edible anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started throwing the glow sitcks everywhere and then Josh said he has to go back. After a while, Izuwan pointed out that he forgot the flower lookalike glowstick we made for him. So we went to his house-no-I mean, we stood outside his house, threw the glowstick in and hid. He saw us anyway and invited us into his house. And whoaaa, his family's soooooo formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh cut his cake, we talked and then we left. The funniest thing was this conversation we had with his mum before we left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Sticking my head out of the window)&lt;/em&gt; Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS LIM:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, did you watch that horror film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhh, which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS LIM:&lt;/strong&gt; The one where the ghost sat on the man's shoulders then he attempted to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZUWAN:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, is it Shuttle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS LIM:&lt;/strong&gt; Yaya! The one where the man weighed himself and his weight was that of two people's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh that! Yea, I watched it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS LIM:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually he's very silly right? Instead of jumping with the ghost, he should have ran to the window, trip on purpose, then the ghost will fly out of the window right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started laughing. Haha! Well, Happy B'day, Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Line peepos are gonna go Sentosa today! But I can't go :( Mannnnn. There's FD meeting later on. Whooopies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1474963900434542952?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1474963900434542952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1474963900434542952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1474963900434542952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1474963900434542952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-joshuas-birthday-yesterday-i-had.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6201944158137226853</id><published>2007-11-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:21:25.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This post is dedicated to my best friend, Shahirah :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're leaving for a faaaaraway country tmmr morning! I'm SOOOO gonna miss you :( Take lotsa pictures okay! Oh yes, bring LOTSA medication, should you catch a minor flu there. It's cold, so bring clothes that'll keep you warm yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GONNA MISS YOU! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage! Enjoy yourself okay. That's like the most impt thing you gotta do. Hehehehehehe. Oh and bring stuffs on the plane to entertain yourself with. (Don't think sicccccck!) Eg, card games, PSP (tho' you don't have one but heeeey, you can borrow it from the person sitting beside/in front/behind you lol). TAKE CARE! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6201944158137226853?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6201944158137226853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6201944158137226853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6201944158137226853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6201944158137226853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-post-is-dedicated-to-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-9186387286661590275</id><published>2007-11-09T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:51:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paramore- Let the Flames Begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a shame we all became such fragile broken things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A memory remains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a tiny spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I give it all my oxygen, to let the flames begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So let the flames begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh glory, ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll dance when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When they try to take us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what we'll be, oh glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somewhere weakness is our strength, and I'll die searching for it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't let myself regret, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Such selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My pain and all the trouble caused, no matter how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I believe that there's hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Buried beneath it all, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hiding beneath it all, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Growing beneath it all, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll dance when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When they try to take us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll sing, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll stand when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When they burn our houses down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what we'll be, oh glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reaching as I sink down into light (to light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reaching as I sink down into light (to light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll dance when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When they try to take us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll sing, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is how we'll stand when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When they burn our houses down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what we'll be, oh glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of stuffs. Lotsa stuffs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen really fast, and you can't catch up with it. Instead, you sit there and wonder if it's all true, or if it was just a dream. Oh well. Life, darlings, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-9186387286661590275?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/9186387286661590275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=9186387286661590275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/9186387286661590275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/9186387286661590275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/paramore-let-flames-begin-lyrics-what.html' title='And so what?'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7043630274599749671</id><published>2007-11-08T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:21:08.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So let the flames begin.</title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Zwan and Yuqi (I couldn't get thru Jenn!) to Queensway to get Joshua's present. Yuqi left and Zwan and I went to Harbourfront. And...... we saw this GIGANTIC ship at Vivo. I mean, not IN Vivo, it's OUTSIDE Vivo. It's SUPER cool! We stood there for awhile to admire the beauty of the ship and then suddenly we heard a man shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked down and saw this couple fighting (the guy was super fierce; he threw this, what appears to be, a 7/11 plastic bag and I assume that there's still smth inside cos the whole thing slid across the floor and plunged into the waters). And we were like, "Zomg you stupid woman, just walk away!" Izuwan said he reckons that the woman doesn't wanna walk away cos she has no money for bus fare. Lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. Gah. I've got nothing to blog about anymore. Well, okay, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE/HEARTS/XOXO PARAMORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7043630274599749671?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7043630274599749671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7043630274599749671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7043630274599749671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7043630274599749671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-there-went-out-with-zwan-and-yuqi.html' title='So let the flames begin.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7433294377650631426</id><published>2007-11-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:59:48.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today was sucha long day. Had Chorus line 3/4 of the day =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Shaaaaaaaa :D, Grace, Izuwan(tho he didn't eat cos he ate alrd), Yuqi and Joshua. Izuwan made lyrics. Hhaahhahaahahaha. After Chorus Line, I went over to Amanda's house with Izuwan (Jenn and Yuqi took the shuttle bus first cos I missed it). We played pool after that. I suck at pool okay. Hahhahaa. Well, when we were about to leave, Yuqi said he'll play pool all by himself. Lol. He's playing with balls. If you get what I mean. Hhahahaha. Amanda was goddamn horny after she drank coke. o_O Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming again, yesterday. We have to learn a new song, seriously. Ted brought his bassist along too. But I forgot his name. =X Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy invited me to his wedding dinner! :D Can't wait. He's getting maaaaaaaarrrrrrriiiiiiieeeeeddddddd! Okay wait, he already IS married. I mean, engaged. Guess his age, people. He's only 25 (or is it 24?). Haha. He's one awesome tuition teacher. I think I'm gonna rejoin his tuition centre. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel the pressure now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7433294377650631426?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7433294377650631426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7433294377650631426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7433294377650631426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7433294377650631426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3401791757770263830</id><published>2007-11-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:54:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES TIME :D</title><content type='html'>So, I'm starting today with PICTURESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beware, your comp might get jammed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3LqJuEfKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZL9OOFuLhR8/s1600-h/Scooters+-+common+mode+of+transport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128979475668958370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3LqJuEfKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZL9OOFuLhR8/s320/Scooters+-+common+mode+of+transport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese reckons scooters are the best type of transport. Cool, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3LDJuEfJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/l5iT-4kgz24/s1600-h/Steps+to+Shabu-shabu+Taipei+241007+2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978805654060178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3LDJuEfJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/l5iT-4kgz24/s320/Steps+to+Shabu-shabu+Taipei+241007+2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on the first night: SHA-BU SHA-BU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3KvpuEfII/AAAAAAAAAH0/BqVFsLOmoKc/s1600-h/Picture+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978470646611074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3KvpuEfII/AAAAAAAAAH0/BqVFsLOmoKc/s320/Picture+330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was taken in the aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3KcpuEfHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XjBPWCfLRQ4/s1600-h/Picture+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978144229096562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3KcpuEfHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XjBPWCfLRQ4/s320/Picture+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pictures are in random)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XIMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3KLZuEfGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HIUfXZBg9iM/s1600-h/Picture+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128977847876353122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3KLZuEfGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HIUfXZBg9iM/s320/Picture+306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei 101's DAMPER! (My sis said it's diaper. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3J5JuEfFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4pdW3dyeaBM/s1600-h/Picture+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128977534343740498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3J5JuEfFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4pdW3dyeaBM/s320/Picture+292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LIFT OF ONE OF THE WORL'S TALLEST BUILDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3Jn5uEfEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JVEB0kCMsus/s1600-h/Picture+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128977237990997058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3Jn5uEfEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JVEB0kCMsus/s320/Picture+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3JXpuEfDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wG1H2fcDzc4/s1600-h/Picture+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128976958818122802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3JXpuEfDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wG1H2fcDzc4/s320/Picture+289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went into the Taipei 101 building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3JBZuEfCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XhChM3A-e9o/s1600-h/Picture+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128976576566033442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3JBZuEfCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XhChM3A-e9o/s320/Picture+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, you you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3IspuEfBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7648CbDtDdc/s1600-h/Picture+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128976220083747858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3IspuEfBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7648CbDtDdc/s320/Picture+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda dark tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3H9JuEe_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/q6mt6Z6PLUk/s1600-h/Picture+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128975404039961586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3H9JuEe_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/q6mt6Z6PLUk/s320/Picture+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer, we were caught unprepared. Oh wait, I did a twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3HsZuEe-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hALcgR3uAkA/s1600-h/Picture+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128975116277152738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3HsZuEe-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hALcgR3uAkA/s320/Picture+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked funny.. so...(Grins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3HYZuEe9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fGY-NUvi_ow/s1600-h/Picture+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128974772679769042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3HYZuEe9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fGY-NUvi_ow/s320/Picture+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3HIpuEe8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9HbvGN_5ULo/s1600-h/Picture+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128974502096829378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3HIpuEe8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9HbvGN_5ULo/s320/Picture+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUDDINGGGGGGG :D It was mango flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3G2puEe7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8B52ev9mVLU/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128974192859184050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3G2puEe7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/8B52ev9mVLU/s320/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's us at this shophouse thingy. The view up there was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3GZJuEe6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9WmBN2MI25g/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128973686053043106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3GZJuEe6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9WmBN2MI25g/s320/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Ignore my purple sockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3GGZuEe5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jLKzkAGi238/s1600-h/Picture+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128973363930495890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3GGZuEe5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jLKzkAGi238/s320/Picture+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3FoZuEe4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eXMB50-nC3o/s1600-h/Picture+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972848534420354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3FoZuEe4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eXMB50-nC3o/s320/Picture+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is Gui Lin. Hmmm. I took it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3E6ZuEe2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mH4d1G6xSqg/s1600-h/Picture+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972058260437858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3E6ZuEe2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mH4d1G6xSqg/s320/Picture+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Gui Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3EkJuEe1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/sIQ41lKS1Nc/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128971676008348498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3EkJuEe1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/sIQ41lKS1Nc/s320/Picture+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was trying to interact with them. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3EMpuEe0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RzYFt01nS8I/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128971272281422658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3EMpuEe0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RzYFt01nS8I/s320/Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUSINSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3D15uEezI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4OslZkJpPbY/s1600-h/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128970881439398706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3D15uEezI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4OslZkJpPbY/s320/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan's railway transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3DlJuEeyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C3xzWoX41Jk/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128970593676589858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3DlJuEeyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C3xzWoX41Jk/s320/Picture+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Yang Ming Shan, on the way to Hot Springs. Or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3DW5uEexI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7GoU1BKG6os/s1600-h/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128970348863453970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3DW5uEexI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7GoU1BKG6os/s320/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, reminded me of Jun Wei. Dooood, you've got a shop named after you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3DEpuEewI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HDd48qUqWdE/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128970035330841346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3DEpuEewI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HDd48qUqWdE/s320/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attempting to bash the thing up cos we were SOOO high up on the mountains. (My dad's finger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3C2ZuEevI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oXvefum24fU/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128969790517705458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3C2ZuEevI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oXvefum24fU/s320/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this family shot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3CkJuEeuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e7pCAVUZlqE/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128969476985092834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3CkJuEeuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e7pCAVUZlqE/s320/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some BIGGGGG clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3CLpuEetI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vuNCqIefvHc/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128969056078297810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3CLpuEetI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vuNCqIefvHc/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3B25uEesI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xh4O9foFJuQ/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128968699596012226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3B25uEesI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xh4O9foFJuQ/s320/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOOK THIS! Rawwwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3BZpuEerI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fGuqGGV18HA/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128968197084838578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3BZpuEerI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fGuqGGV18HA/s320/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere up in Yang Ming Shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3AhJuEeqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XKe4Mj8F3CA/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128967226422229666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3AhJuEeqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XKe4Mj8F3CA/s320/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3ARpuEepI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XRMt5XNC-P0/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128966960134257298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3ARpuEepI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XRMt5XNC-P0/s320/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendly taxi-driver :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry2_6ZuEeoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8P8RNoM3HwQ/s1600-h/Ceasar+Park+hotel+lift+return+to+hotel+after+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128966560702298754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry2_6ZuEeoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8P8RNoM3HwQ/s320/Ceasar+Park+hotel+lift+return+to+hotel+after+breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say CHEEEEEZZZZEEEEE!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3401791757770263830?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3401791757770263830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3401791757770263830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3401791757770263830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3401791757770263830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-time-d.html' title='PICTURES TIME :D'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Ry3LqJuEfKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZL9OOFuLhR8/s72-c/Scooters+-+common+mode+of+transport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-332910592732352157</id><published>2007-11-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:58:43.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th November is the official Donuts' Day</title><content type='html'>I WANNA MAKE IT BIG WITH FLIGHT'S SORROW! Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand my life now. It's progressing SOOOOOO slowly. I've gotta study. It's like: "Eh, it's either you STUDY like shit and score sky high or you DIE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To get a job with good pay in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fast forward my life till it's after O's. As I was saying to Yao Sheng, after O's, we're free people. Free to roam and decide what you wanna do in life. I wanna be in the music industry. Like broadway. Wooots. Or I'll travel and make demos with my band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, reality keeps hitting me hard on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos all of the crap I'm dreaming of, is impossible right now. I don't have a universal remote controller like the guy in Click has. Damnnnnnnnn. I wanna live in Harry Potter's world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Guzheng in the morning. Then decided to go watch 2cm jam. But my dad killed me by saying I'm turning wild. Am I? Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents think I'm party-crazy now :( They think I'm rebellious. I'm only hanging out more nowadays cos I've grown up! I'm not that lil kid who's always homely now. I'm a teenager trying to find myself. I don't tattoo myself. I don't slit my wrist. I don't think suicidal. I don't run away from home! I don't dye my hair bright orange. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 3e1 class BBQ last night. (I think I know why my parents think I'm getting wild)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izuwan came along too. But because he ain't from our class, we gotta kill time and come later, when most people have left. So we stayed at this void deck under some HDB block and played the guitar (well I was singing most of the time, lol). Then at 7, we decided to walk to Amanda's house. We took routes that turned here and there to get lost intentionally-rmb? we had to kill time-and we had loadsa adventures. Lol. Circle adventures. Why? Cos we kept going round and round the bungalows around that estate. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to save this black cat but it ran away. Oh well. Poor lil kitten got bullied by some other white cat. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found our way to Amanda's house (the route there was preeeettay obvious) and went in around 8pm. Played the guitar/ate/ran around till 10 plus. Then some idiot, haha I'm kidding, wanted to watch the excorsism of emily rose. So the 6 of us, Yuqi, Jenn, Amanda, Joshua, Izuwan and I went to Amanda's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX IS DARN CUTE CAN. =D Amanda, I wanna kidnap your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents called and so I had to leave at 11.45(?)pm. Shared a cab back with Joshua. Lol know what? The driver was &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; (Mumbles) Turn left here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRIVER:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry but you speak really softly; I can't hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm tired, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRIVER:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Turns into the carpark&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRIVER:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, are you sure you have enough energy to walk home? Don't fall uh. And rmb to call all those people (&lt;em&gt;he was referring to Amanda, Yuqi, Jenn, Zzzwan, Joshua and Amanda's mum&lt;/em&gt;) who told you to call them uh. Haha, okay, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he's the nicest taxi driver eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, I'm too lazy to post the pictures. Lol. Next time yea? When I'm hardworking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-332910592732352157?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/332910592732352157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=332910592732352157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/332910592732352157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/332910592732352157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/19th-november-is-official-donuts-day.html' title='19th November is the official Donuts&apos; Day'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7229595341367240505</id><published>2007-10-31T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:05:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushcrushcrush</title><content type='html'>Had Chorus Line training today. We took the photos for our resumes with THICK make up on. I look like dafkggter&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;kj&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;hlj&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;hljkh&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Teo took us for the afternoon session. We had MANY run thru's for act 1. Everything was SUPER messy =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was time in between after chorus line and guzheng, I agreed to go jamming with Stephen-nono, i mean- Dory. Haha. That boy's crazy over jamming cos he's super bored at home. Haha. Ted was LATE again. Yun Ho played bass (they call him Kimchii).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I postponed guzheng after that cos I thought I could go to Amandaaaaaa's house. :( But my parents didn't allow me to in the end. Damnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just entertain myself with MSN conversations. (I'll post pictures in the next post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7229595341367240505?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7229595341367240505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7229595341367240505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7229595341367240505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7229595341367240505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/had-chorus-line-training-today.html' title='Crushcrushcrush'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-348542219162524489</id><published>2007-10-30T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:27:55.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thru' the tears and the laughter. Would it be beautiful?</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After succcccha loooong time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee. The Taiwan trip was goood :D But I'm not gonna waste my time and elaborate on what happened cos once I get my camera connected to the comp, this blog will be filled with photos which would illustrate what happened. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went jamming with Ted, Stephen, Kenneth and what-is-his-name; oh, Raniel! He's Teddy's friend. Was suppose to have dinner with Shikin and Izuwan buttttttttt.. my mum didn't allow me to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got SS in the morning tmmr :( Then Chorus Line. We're gonna take photos for our resumes (rare-zu-meys)! Kellie said smth bout Miss Tan KK putting on makeup for us. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really trust her makeup skills tho'.. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout all. Oh yes, and Monic, watch out! Imma get your socks someday! (Evil laugh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-348542219162524489?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/348542219162524489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=348542219162524489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/348542219162524489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/348542219162524489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back-after-succcccha-loooong-time.html' title='Thru&apos; the tears and the laughter. Would it be beautiful?'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-80848686930051798</id><published>2007-10-24T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:31:45.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have approximately 4.5 more hours to my flight. Heeeeeeeeehehe. Yu Duan's flying to China at 10am. Which is like in 1.5 hours' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss everything here. For 5 days. Baahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;amandarememberoutbet!:)butidon'tthinkthatpersonwouldgimmeatexthahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-80848686930051798?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/80848686930051798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=80848686930051798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/80848686930051798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/80848686930051798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-approximately-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-2767958154307165818</id><published>2007-10-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:45:49.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Zhuang!</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy b'day Theresa! :D (FS's BASSIST turns fifteeeeeeeeeen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this really ENORRRRMOUS surprise party fer Jenn today ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chorus Line in the morning. After it ended, Jin and I went to look fer Yuqi and Jenn. We met Nicholas and Clement at Jumbo and we went back to school, again, to wait fer the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ALMOST everyone were there, we went opp school's hawker centre to have lunch. Alvin and Joshua came later. Headed for West Coast park after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played non-stop of games and stuffs from 1-4. Climbed the pyramid! :D (Serene and Yu Duan were complaining cos they were 'fraid of heights! Haha.) Then at 6 plus, Izuwan came over with the b'day cake. We were panicking cos the wind was too strong and we wanted to light candles in a circle and put Jenn inside it (Jenn was blinded-folded cos we fooled her with the game Three Blind Mice.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this shelter and when every candle was lit up, Yuqi removed Jenn's blindfold and we sang her the b'day song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, Izuwan, Jenn, Yuqi and I went to macs to get drinks. Walked Jenn to the bus stop (we crapped alot there) then took 189 with Zzzzzwan and Yuqi. That Zzzzzzwan- he has A Math Paper 2 tmmr and yet he sent me home &gt;=( Lol. Thanks for everything, boyfriend! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Yuqi had this really cool idea to use on the remaining candles he has. (He bought 100 candles fer only SG$4!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Jenn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for your apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least I got it off me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll forget all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-2767958154307165818?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2767958154307165818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=2767958154307165818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2767958154307165818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2767958154307165818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/jennifer-zhuang.html' title='Jennifer Zhuang!'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-114683482058858320</id><published>2007-10-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:35:48.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly higher and higher</title><content type='html'>I'm talking to Jun Wei on MSN now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Min says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;talk to the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32]junwei[/c=32] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Min says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;imma block you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[c=32]junwei[/c=32] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;girls dont block girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Min says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Min says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;omg i'll take a pic of thissssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jun Wei admitted being a girl! HHAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently playing Harry Potter 5 , the PC game. Thanks to Yuqi, I finally got my hands on it. HEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHE! :D (fyi, I don't like Audition. It's stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen's flying (by the aeroplane, duh) to Italy in a few hours' time. Hoho. And I'm flying to Taiwan on Wednesday! This is FUN. Okay, SUGAR RUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Check out Jon's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-114683482058858320?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/114683482058858320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=114683482058858320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/114683482058858320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/114683482058858320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-talking-to-jun-wei-on-msn-now.html' title='Fly higher and higher'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-586928593220752559</id><published>2007-10-19T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:58:31.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot to add smth to yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZUWAN'S BOXERS WERE WET!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had this talk on sexuality by some lady (I think her name is Linda), today. The guys were, NATURALLY, super excited. They're sick sick creatures =S Lol. At 9, Jin and I went fer Chorus Line. We spent one practice only on &lt;strong&gt;Scene One&lt;/strong&gt;. Kellie's character has got a new nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's cos her name's Margaret/Margie/Peggy/All of the above. Kenneth's idea to call her maggot. He's funneeeey. So after the whole practice and this SC meeting, Sha and I went over to Jolene's house! I tuned her guzheng and at 2.30, we went downstairs and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ I GOT MYSELF TWO DONUTS! And one's only for a dollar! Wuuuhhhahahaha, it's 20-40 cents cheaper than those sold in Yummy at Clementi. =D I LOVE DONUUUTTTSSSS! They rock your socks and your world upside down and inside out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty, gotta bounce. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-586928593220752559?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/586928593220752559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=586928593220752559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/586928593220752559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/586928593220752559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-i-forgot-to-add-smth-to-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6372935912088217233</id><published>2007-10-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:30:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for you.</title><content type='html'>My results ain't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Imma drop Chem next year.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother persuading me not to drop it cos I've already seeked advice from the teachers and made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll study real hard and score like never before next year. I love my friends. They're so encouraging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Jenn and I went to have lunch opp school. (Thanks Monic!) Went to 7/11 after that to get gummy bears and some otehr kinds of sweets hehe. We ate them while walking back to school. Put my bag in SL room and went to find Izuwan. Saw Jiayi in the canteen reading some prom fashion magazine. (PROMMM!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaqi and Izuwan came over (Jenn and I found discovered some weird stuffs from the twins) and we went to the SL room. Jenn took the volleyball out and we played volleyball in the plaza with Regina. After several rounds weeeeeeeird volleyball-ing, we went back to the SL. Ten up to the hall cos I wanted to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing catching after fiddling on the piano. Hahahhahaa. Izuwan was really silly! Regina, Jenn and I were hiding under the blue mat and we were giggling, whispering and fidgeting around. Izuwan couldn't see/hear us at all! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 7-up, line catching and all hahahaa. It was reaaaallly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that craziness, we went back to the SL room. And it all happened in a flash. Lol, we were spraying one another with water. Izuwan was super wet. Haha, silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and Izuwan sent me home! Haha they're such sweeties. =D Jenn bought Macs and we sat outside my house and talkeddddddddddddddd(Don't forget our paper bags deal, Jenn!). Then Izuwan sent Jenn home lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWANNASCREAMMMM,AGAIN!BEMYPUNCHIN-BAG-OF-THE-DAY!CALL1800-IAMSIMIN'SPUNCHINGBAG-56789NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6372935912088217233?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6372935912088217233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6372935912088217233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6372935912088217233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6372935912088217233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/until-day-i-die-ill-spill-my-heart-for.html' title='Until the day I die, I&apos;ll spill my heart for you.'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-132950531202989429</id><published>2007-10-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:47:34.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED TO GET...</title><content type='html'>... STUFFS FER THE TAIWAN TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leg warmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Arm warmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Skinnys- One black &amp;amp; one classic blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) This uber nice brown crop jacket I saw in Fox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone be &lt;strong&gt;super sweet and nice&lt;/strong&gt; and buy 'em for me? :D I was suppose to go out with Shahirah, Grace, Jolene and Theresa today but my mum didn't have enough cash with her to gimme :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text me if you want anything from Taiwan. But know your limits. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Yuqi and Alvin to IMM yesterday. We combed the entire Giant store for prices of BBQ stuffs. Class chalet's in Dec (I forgot which dates) and we're planning it NOW. Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fix the class shirt design! Anyone knows graphic designing? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-132950531202989429?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/132950531202989429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=132950531202989429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/132950531202989429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/132950531202989429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-to-get.html' title='I NEED TO GET...'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4732311715628965580</id><published>2007-10-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:21:06.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody said it was easy</title><content type='html'>I'm really pissed at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just let me be a typical teen for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything's that happening to me. I hate my bloody cough. I've been coughing like hell fer weeks and my dad told me that if I keep coughing like this, I might get tb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIGsdiufgibjahdsghsakfdFTGSfdfbfsy78t4uyhj54twbjst84tujtrbghrgb7siugbetjenbjb!!!!!!!!!! I wanna just scream and scream and SCREAM my head off. I need something to vent my anger on. I don't know why I'm feeling hell pissed! I get annoyed at every single damned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the competitions in this world. I hate how people lose themselves cos of something so not worth it. I can't bottle up my emotions no more. Stupid (*^3uirhgfhjk35 mind! &amp;amp;Tdfuifrgeruigrgggiuoadfdytg ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just end this all?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not emo. I won't slit my wrist. I just need occasional breaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4732311715628965580?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4732311715628965580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4732311715628965580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4732311715628965580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4732311715628965580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-really-pissed-at-everything.html' title='Nobody said it was easy'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4260660248392443590</id><published>2007-10-12T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:08:09.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLIGHT'S SORROW &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Exams are over! :D (I can't be bothered to enlarge this cos it's a &lt;strong&gt;FACT&lt;/strong&gt; that everyone posted on their blogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Amanda's house after Chinese (which ended freaking early. Like 9.30 or smth) together with Carol. Alex, Amanda's younger bro, is DARN cute. He talks non stop. Lol. I lied to him that my name was Sam. Then Amanda told him, "Yeah her name is Sam Boone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMANDA:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Simutaneously&lt;/em&gt;) She's from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Looks at Amanda then back to Alex&lt;/em&gt;) Nono, I'm an Autralian that's why my surname is Boone. (&lt;em&gt;Carol laughs&lt;/em&gt;). And I'm going to Taiwan soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAROL:&lt;/strong&gt; When's your flight uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; 24th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHHAA, Booonnnneeee, Sam Boone boone boone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note that the conversation above was held in the kitchen, where we were trying to bake Cherry flavored cookies since Amanda didn't have Vanilla essence. The cookies went out wrong I guess, from what Amanda said in the text she sent me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.30, Carol and I left the house cos Amanda said the shuttle bus comes at 12.37. When we got outside the clubhouse and checked the shuttle bus schedule, we found out that the shuttle bus comes at 12.07 and the next one was at 1 smth. Lol. So Carol and I walked out. We got lost, naturally, cos the bungalows apparently became a confusing maze. Felt a lil' like Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Hahahahahahhaa. &lt;em&gt;Singaporean version&lt;/em&gt; of the Triwizard Tournament. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home to get changed and met up with Grace to go for my dental app. (I was 15 mins late!) Now my mouth aches cos the dentist made the braces too tight X( But it's SHINNNNNYYYY black. Cabbed down to Jurong East with Grace and her cousin after the app. Teddy was &lt;strong&gt;super uber late&lt;/strong&gt;! We jammed till 6 plus, sat around outside JEC and headed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Line practically took up the whole of my morning. &gt;:( But production date is drawing closerrrrrrrrr. 15 Nov! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4260660248392443590?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4260660248392443590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4260660248392443590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4260660248392443590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4260660248392443590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-are-over-d-i-cant-be-bothered-to.html' title='FLIGHT&apos;S SORROW &lt;3'/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4299084872268433445</id><published>2007-10-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:50:57.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOMORROW'S THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt; PAPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWWWRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I'M SOOOOO HAPPPPPYYYYY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's mother tongue tomorrow so I don't have to worry. Hahahahahaha. (There isn't much to study fer chinese anyway). LASTEST NEWS: I'm going Taiwan from the 24th to 28th or 29th of Oct. Mwaha, I can't wait. FOOOODDDD! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going jamming tmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4299084872268433445?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4299084872268433445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4299084872268433445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4299084872268433445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4299084872268433445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrows-last-paperrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4883403248293367741</id><published>2007-10-09T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:38:40.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and EOYs 2007 will be officially OVER. Fer real. And know what?&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;I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO END!! I'm going to the dentist for my braces appointment on Thurs and go straight to jam right after that! Golly molly holly jolly, I can't waaaaaaaaait! FS! After exams, I'll go shop till I literally DROP! I'll clear my wardrobe, shoe rag..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A math tmmr. Oh who cares, I'm just gonna TAKE it and FORGET all about it after exams. Okay, I can't do that.............but yea, like what Yuqi always says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Use a lil of your &lt;em&gt;imagination&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooopey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry that I loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4883403248293367741?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4883403248293367741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4883403248293367741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4883403248293367741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4883403248293367741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-me-hear-you-scream-people-two-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-2967710563510236009</id><published>2007-10-08T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:28:58.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like going over to your table and slam a book down real hard on your head. There's this thing boiling inside me and I can't explain it myself. Your existance kills me day by day. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Bio and Lit paper 2. And tmmr's chem and math paper 1. Can someone please grab a gun, point it at my head and pull the trigger? I can't breathe anymore. Everything's suffocating me.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen told me his high hat broke. Lol. Oh and we were discussing on our band's future. He sent this link on Paramore's Live concert and said, "One day, they'll be screaming I love you, Mao, instead of Hayley." Lol. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love you FLIGHT'S SORROW! WHOOOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds soooooooooo B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FS will ROCK da house down soooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-2967710563510236009?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2967710563510236009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=2967710563510236009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2967710563510236009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2967710563510236009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-going-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7717213403421622860</id><published>2007-10-07T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:43:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got to trim my hair! Haha, now it looks waaaay tidier. My sis is being a pain in the ass. She's just so... annoying. Rarr, typical sisters. And dang, she's listening to all those cheena chinese love songs! x( I don't mind chinese but it's just the taiwanese accent that I dislike. Sorry to those who love the taiwanese accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's declared as the world's most boring day (for me). I had to go for physics tuition despite the fact that the physics paper was on the day before yesterday. &gt;:( Wasted 2 freeeeeaking hours there! And the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing was that, only 3 of us turned up for tuition today. Hah, ain't that &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorro's Bio and Lit paper 2. I've finished reading Curious (again) and I just needa read thru my notes for bio again. Ohhhh, I love biology now- I used to hate it- and now I dislike chemistry when I used to love that subject. Mr Chan goes thru lessons like a choo train! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the weather in S'pore now. It flactuates between humid (blazing HOT) and rainy days. The weather's totally unpredictable. I wanna migrate to the North Pole! (I can even meet Santa there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for today. To D2: Cheer up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7717213403421622860?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7717213403421622860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7717213403421622860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7717213403421622860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7717213403421622860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-finally-got-to-trim-my-hair-haha-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7894903610309767766</id><published>2007-10-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:48:59.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the sec 4s and 5s' grad night and I did register. Jon's really funny. Hahahaha. Syaheera and I were perspiring like hell cos we carried the chairs and all (with Zhi Xiong). Oh yer, I forgot to take pictures with my, uh, best donut x) after grad night! Sorry D1! And, happy b'day Jonathan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stood at the side of the hall, watching the Sec 4s and 5s go up the stage to take their certs or smth, I suddenly re-realised that I have one more year to O's. Then it hit me that I've been in this world for 15 years already! All of us are growing older every tick the second hand moves. =S Soon it'll be MY turn up the stage.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to study with Alvin and all today. Went over to Long John's after we studied. Alvin said he'll ring the bell (Long Joshn has this bell where you can ring it if the service/food is good) after he finishes his meal (it was pathetic cos he and I shared one meal. On different plates, duh.). And guess what? He reallt went to ring it. Yuqi and I were like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, lets run away from Alvin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuqi:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, make it look like we dunno him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. I think I'm gonna drop chem next year. It's too... outta the world for me. =X I can't follow up in classes. Yikes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RweA7C7wQrI/AAAAAAAAADs/vDFcjQughMg/s1600-h/theESCAPADE.(205).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118201253417992882" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RweA7C7wQrI/AAAAAAAAADs/vDFcjQughMg/s320/theESCAPADE.(205).jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11663261-7894903610309767766?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7894903610309767766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7894903610309767766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7894903610309767766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7894903610309767766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-there-yesterday-was-sec-4s-and-5s.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RweA7C7wQrI/AAAAAAAAADs/vDFcjQughMg/s72-c/theESCAPADE.(205).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-7469282205262416541</id><published>2007-10-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:53:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shahirah's blog song's nice! :D I got it from Jolene. Love ya, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was geog and english. And golly! I felt super uber happy after geog cos I'm confident I'll pass! Heeeeh. English was normal like usual. Haha. I'm happy! No, not toally elated cos tmmr's physics and SS. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA!&lt;br /&gt;We played Dare or Double Dare (but it became only Dare eventually) after Hist/Geog paper. It was SUPER funny. We've got the video of Jac kissing Amanda, Carol and I hugging Nicholas, Alvin, uh,- I don't know how to put it to words-, Yuqi proposing to Serene and Jin carrying Alvin like a baby all around the class room! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened within this year. So many changes and all. Haha, looking back at my archives, I seem so naive and childish in the past. My change from the past is like this really great leap. The way I write, the way I think, the way I treat things and people.. Haha. Amazing ain't? This year's been really stressful. Sec three life was really tough to catch up at the beginning of this year. In fact, I even hated my class. Lol. But we've gone thru a year together and the relationship between everyone of us in class tightens each day. I love 3e1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec 4s are gonna take their O's and graduate soon. Boy, how much I'll wish them. I can't imagine that it's gonna happen to US next year. Graduate, go to a diff. school... Grow up. Date. Get married. Shag, I'm getting emoooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM(donuts), Izuwan? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Jin, Alvin, Yuqi, Yu Duan and I went to Jurong Point after English paper (we took a GREAT deal of time before we made this decision!) to get smth. I'm sure that person knows la, it's so obvious. Lol. I wanna pause time; stop the ticking of the clock hand. I wanna pause in this time, where everything seem so... I dunno howda describe it. Gosh, I keep getting back to the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. The most important thing is I love my friends! Know what? I feel like going up to everyone I know and tell em I Love them! =X Okay this is getting crazy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7469282205262416541?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7469282205262416541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7469282205262416541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7469282205262416541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7469282205262416541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/shahirahs-blog-songs-nice-d-i-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-1848584900287689682</id><published>2007-10-02T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:15:43.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyya. I composed a song on guitar :D It's called "I Do". Not the I do in marriage rituals. Haha, but it's I do in a sense that I do know how you feel. Get me? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded it. So fer those who wanna hear it, let me know. Haha. But I dunno B flat and F major chords. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S THE START OF EOYS! Ohmygosh, tmmr's Lit and Math paper 2. Okay, gotta bounce. Hwaiting! (Sha taught me this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know how hard it is to heal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-1848584900287689682?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1848584900287689682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=1848584900287689682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1848584900287689682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/1848584900287689682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/heyya.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8101362099095189121</id><published>2007-09-29T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:56:35.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. I just realised I haven't done the quiz Jun Wei tagged me for. Haha. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 qualities i want in a potential partner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A gentleman&lt;br /&gt;2. Non smoker&lt;br /&gt;3. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;4. He has to be able to cope with my busy schedule x)&lt;br /&gt;5. Plays at least one musical instrument (e.g. the guitar. Recorder ain't acceptable!) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cares for his family&lt;br /&gt;7. Wacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blood&lt;br /&gt;2. Falling sick&lt;br /&gt;3. Stress&lt;br /&gt;4. Money&lt;br /&gt;5. Smokers&lt;br /&gt;6. The state that humanity is in right now&lt;br /&gt;7. Tough math/chem equations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I love the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Heights&lt;br /&gt;3. My family&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Singing&lt;br /&gt;6. My phone&lt;br /&gt;7. You know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 important things in my bedroom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My bed&lt;br /&gt;2. My oh-so-comfortable pillow&lt;br /&gt;3. My bolster&lt;br /&gt;4. My wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;5. My books?&lt;br /&gt;6. The ceiling fan&lt;br /&gt;7. HARRY POTTER SERIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm Si Min&lt;br /&gt;2. I love music&lt;br /&gt;3. I like heights&lt;br /&gt;4. I can get very high at random moments&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't string chinese words together properly&lt;br /&gt;6. I love animals&lt;br /&gt;7. And donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I wanna do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Accomplish my goal in life- to sing for the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be happy&lt;br /&gt;3. Be there for whoever who needs a listening ear&lt;br /&gt;4. Find a cure to AIDS&lt;br /&gt;5. Find the definition of love&lt;br /&gt;6. Say "I Love You" to my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I can do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can sing&lt;br /&gt;2. Uhhh, and play the piano&lt;br /&gt;3. I can talk&lt;br /&gt;4. I can type real fast on the phone (as said by Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;5. I can do a one man show for "The Mysteriious Ticking Noise"- Potter Puppet Pals&lt;br /&gt;6. Be sacarstic, sometimes unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can understand biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 phrases that I say the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;2. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;3. Yerrrrr man!&lt;br /&gt;4. What?&lt;br /&gt;5. Walau!&lt;br /&gt;6. Shuts!&lt;br /&gt;7. Banana phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 people I want to pass this quiz to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that wants to do this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8101362099095189121?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8101362099095189121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8101362099095189121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8101362099095189121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8101362099095189121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3247978409691590853</id><published>2007-09-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:28:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygosh, exams are a few days away and I'm sick! I'm coughing like hell and I feel DAMN feverish! :( Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this weird person who called me on the phone. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Waits for a response)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 seconds later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Unknown:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Freaks out)&lt;/em&gt; Hello? Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Unknown:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Puts down the phone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unknown person smsed me!&lt;br /&gt;He said he got my no. from a friend who told him to call me. o_O If this is a prank, it's a real good one cos that person asked if we could be friends. He even asked me where I live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He claims he's a police officer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, maybe they're doing some stupid research on whether teens will fall into the hands of SMS DANGERRRR. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca came back today! I couldn't go to the airport cos I'm sick :(&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrghhhh, nvm, I'll get to see her on Monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3247978409691590853?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3247978409691590853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3247978409691590853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3247978409691590853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3247978409691590853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohmygosh-exams-are-few-days-away-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-2883414611579599923</id><published>2007-09-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:33:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My face looks damn chao da. Burnt, I mean. I've been playing under the oh-so-hot sun for the past few days. Jaclynn and I formed the "Loser club for basketball".&lt;br /&gt;Interested?&lt;br /&gt;Call 1900-I SUCK AT BASKETBALL-2269. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Duan reckons I have the potential to run. HAHAHA! I really hope Tanglin will form a girl's team for soccer. I'll be the first to join. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;They drive you crazy till you become normal again. Oh wth I dunno what I'm ranting about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week. I needa get * off my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Garrrrhhhh. Had oral today, and it was a total disaster. I got Mr Mah, who's DAMN strict in marking and all. =S I hope I pass. At least a 5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PLEASE READ MY BLOG, MR MAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's coming back tomorrow! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-2883414611579599923?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2883414611579599923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=2883414611579599923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2883414611579599923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2883414611579599923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-face-looks-damn-chao-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8763841043852448978</id><published>2007-09-27T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:17:25.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's chinese oral tomorrow. Know what that means? It means tomorrow's DOOMSDAY. Fer me, that is. Shuts, I really HAVE to speak more chinese. Ni hao ma? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school, again, to play netball. Then we practiced goalkeeping for handball. Nothing much today. I'm studying like hell. I FEEL LIKE A TOTAL GEEK. =S Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music makes the world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you're the music in me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8763841043852448978?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8763841043852448978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8763841043852448978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8763841043852448978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8763841043852448978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-chinese-oral-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-155011559577231313</id><published>2007-09-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:52:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Mohan didn't come today! So we were practically math-free today. I nearly fell asleep during Literature and English. The humid weather makes me feel damn drowsy. It's crazy now, the weather. It can rain for no reason like yesterday. Teddy and I were drenched. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Carol to teach me math after school today. I think I'll fail math. I'm serious. :( SOS, people! I want Jin's brains. Or Joshua's. Or Yamunna's. Gah. After Carol went home, I got Josh to teach me math. Damn math! Okay imma go mug now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You shine brighter than anyone does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-155011559577231313?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/155011559577231313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=155011559577231313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/155011559577231313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/155011559577231313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/mr-mohan-didnt-come-today-so-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-558273045115263744</id><published>2007-09-24T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:43:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why's this happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I feel like disappearing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-558273045115263744?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/558273045115263744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=558273045115263744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/558273045115263744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/558273045115263744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/whys-this-happening-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-2915268873771357617</id><published>2007-09-23T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:30:35.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read Yuqi's blog on the details of our MI4. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby cousin's called Caden Chan. (Say &lt;em&gt;Kay-den&lt;/em&gt;) I wanna go see him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my younger cousin's birthday yesterday. Took 66 from JE (after the MI4 thing xP) to Hazel's house. Know what? If you wave a mooncake in front of me, I swear I'll puke. Lol. Lesson learnt: Not to consume too much mooncakes. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-2915268873771357617?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2915268873771357617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=2915268873771357617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2915268873771357617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/2915268873771357617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/read-yuqis-blog-on-details-of-our-mi4.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6102919691588660121</id><published>2007-09-21T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:49:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.E was crazy today :D I played as goalkeeper (Jia Ying and I kept switching roles). Watched Amanda, Carol, Jun Wei, Kenrick, Tony, Yu Qi and Yu Duan play basketball after school while waiting for Joshua to finish whatever he was doing in the SL room. Took lotsa pictures. I'll bug Yu Qi to send em to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for my primary school's lantern festival. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6102919691588660121?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6102919691588660121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6102919691588660121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6102919691588660121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6102919691588660121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-9057316482181475963</id><published>2007-09-19T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:46:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People keep asking me why I'm not going for guzheng these days. So for the last and final time, Chorus Line practices overrides every single damn thing except for curricular activities. And please, don't give me that spastic look. I can't do anything to override the principal's orders. Go have a chitchat session with her if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needs more optimistic and nice people. The poem we went thru' with Miss Solastri during lit says alot about the present world we live now. I can't stand the fact that people aren't understanding. We gotta forgive, forget and let go of the mistakes others made. If everyone lived in hatred, then we won't feel the joy of living. I have people coming up to me, telling me how much they hate their parents. Ironic, ain't it, when your parents are the ones who brought you up. Well, maybe some parents &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;don't give any two hoots about their children's lives. Which brings me to say, why bother marrying each other in the first place? Two people in love, after marriage, shouldn't have kids before two wedding annivesaries. Shuts, I'm beginning to go around the world like what Mrs Oei does in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stayed back today, thinking that there's Chorus Line. So while waiting, Carol, Amanda, Yuqi, Joshua, Yu Duan and I played netball. It was damn hilarious. I managed to score several times (although I suck at ball games)! Lemme hear you roar, people! :D Recited the memorized text to Miss Solastri (she was giggling all the way) then played more netball and we got &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;tired. Went home with Yu Duan, Yu Qi, Joshua and Jerome. Joshua was playing this worm game in his phone. I got killed twice, in the two times that I played the game. Lol. Yu Qi and Yu Duan came over to my house cos Yu Qi wants singing lessons o_O. Okay wth, Imma stop here. This post is tooooo long. Gotta mug. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stephen, I don't owe you anything! =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-9057316482181475963?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/9057316482181475963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=9057316482181475963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/9057316482181475963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/9057316482181475963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-keep-asking-me-why-im-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3259433433354376425</id><published>2007-09-18T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:01:04.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had dance for chorus line today. Was pretty okay, I guess. Joan puked after dance. =X My bag and shoe's got her pukes' remains. Lol. Get well soon, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study alone. And I just realised that. I gotta study with at least one person. Or I'll get really distracted and the strange magnetic forces of attraction from the comp was creep up me, trying to bind me to to it. Urgh. Who wants to study with me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like screaming at a particular person, telling him what's on my mind. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3259433433354376425?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3259433433354376425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3259433433354376425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3259433433354376425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3259433433354376425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-dance-for-chorus-line-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-5033362197365487929</id><published>2007-09-17T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:09:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Golly, exams are like 2 weeks away? KHgsdkjygUfsgd. Hear the tick and the tock as time passes? =S it scares me 24/7. So now you're wondering: then why the hell are you here?! Lol. Blogging destresses me. Haha. I'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt still hasn't named the baby yet (I asumme). My aunt's discharged from the hospital already, I think. I wanna see the baby! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay imma go grab a bite to fill the empty stomach of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-5033362197365487929?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5033362197365487929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=5033362197365487929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5033362197365487929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5033362197365487929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/golly-exams-are-like-2-weeks-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7603183359680464832</id><published>2007-09-16T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:27:33.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the library with Jenn and all today for our usual Sunday study sessions today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, the chances of me going Korea at the end of this year seem almost impossible now :( Won't elaborate anyway. I'm putting the entire possibilty of going Korea in my sister's hands! I wanna go Korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm really sorry if I take my frustrations out on some people. Real sorry. I have terrible mood swings nowadays. Shuts, I don't wanna be like Mrs Chng. I get irritated easily and this sooooooo does not sound like me. =X Even MSN conversation windows popping up gets on my nerves. &lt;em&gt;Ohhhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;. I'll be fine soon. I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still in the dark, can you fix me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7603183359680464832?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7603183359680464832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7603183359680464832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7603183359680464832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7603183359680464832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-to-library-with-jenn-and-all-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7815253946798272420</id><published>2007-09-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:49:50.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right, change of layout cos I'm sick of the old one. Sorry for the short posts. Didn't feel like myself for the past few days. And no Jun Wei, it ain't cos of Pebbles so no worries. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Qi got me to do this Daemon thingy and I got a wildcat. Haha. It's my sister's birthday today. The whole 'party' thing was kinda boring though. Doesn't feel anything like a birthday celebration. Oh yes and my third aunt gave birth this morning. So on every 15th of Sep, we'll have to buy two cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They haven't chosen a name for the newborn yet. He looks cute(from what I see in the picture my mum took of him). I reckon he should be called Andrew. I like the name Andrew. Well that's all for today. I'm really, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7815253946798272420?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7815253946798272420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7815253946798272420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7815253946798272420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7815253946798272420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-right-change-of-layout-cos-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8152137574790290576</id><published>2007-09-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:00:06.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a sudden urge to go jamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might not know this, but the contradictions in my mind are driving me up the wall. But will you care if you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me to keep dancing, keep dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And keep up the beat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8152137574790290576?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8152137574790290576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8152137574790290576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8152137574790290576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8152137574790290576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-sudden-urge-to-go-jammining.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-9068951033473060323</id><published>2007-09-12T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:08:53.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is so unpredictable. Treasure the people around you, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-9068951033473060323?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/9068951033473060323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=9068951033473060323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/9068951033473060323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/9068951033473060323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-so-unpredictable.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-7692156753243515623</id><published>2007-09-08T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:58:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the big day for UTG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Cherie's blog for more details. Lol. (I think she wrote about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYY. I dunno what's wrong with me again. I can't seem to remember things as well as I could before. Take fer example. Something happens today. Then the next day, when I tryna recall, all I can remember are vague stuffs. Like a movie with details omitted. It scares me. =S SOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles grew. I swear he did. He looks and feels bigger. Lolol. Duh. Oh well. He'll start walking soon. Right now, all he can do is to stand on four, wobble real badly and collapse on the floor. Then he tries again till he foams and become stressed and all. And I'll put him back in his box. Can't wait for him to grow up so I can play with him. Haha. I kinda miss Ginger. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Erin too! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 3e1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaarrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sorry, mood swings. I'm feeling.. so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I need a consellor. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need words from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words of comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Real badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7692156753243515623?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7692156753243515623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7692156753243515623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7692156753243515623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7692156753243515623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/todays-big-day-for-utg-read-cheries.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4543657533267420391</id><published>2007-09-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:48:03.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much pesterings I got from Izuwan, I can proudly say that I've finally uploaded PEBBLES' photos in my friendster acct/profile/whatever. Ha. Go check em' out, for those who added me on friendster. Oh, I even put Ginger's* photo in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ginger's my cat in when I was in sec 1. He went missing in Dec (I think someone took him away or smth) and has stayed missing ever since. Zilch chances of getting him back already. But. He's really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'm gonna study like shit. Someone please slap me everytime I slack. Gosh, I reckon I should invent a machine that slaps/hits/punches you everytime it sees you slack like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I don't wanna take my diploma for guzheng this year. Everything's so rushed and I hardly have the time to concentrate on guzheng for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, slacker Si Min, DIE! (Smacks her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, know what? I'll just upload one of Pebbles' pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RuEd0BYthtI/AAAAAAAAADk/oPhILclSHfc/s1600-h/1_502715074l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107396231977338578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RuEd0BYthtI/AAAAAAAAADk/oPhILclSHfc/s320/1_502715074l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH. Sorry it's a lil blurred. Isn't he just soooooo cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And let me play among the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me see what Spring is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4543657533267420391?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4543657533267420391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4543657533267420391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4543657533267420391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4543657533267420391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-much-pesterings-i-got-from-izuwan.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RuEd0BYthtI/AAAAAAAAADk/oPhILclSHfc/s72-c/1_502715074l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-5821707857802167679</id><published>2007-09-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:20:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I've got nothing to blog about today 'cept for the fact that I skipped tuition cos I'm not feeling my best, here's the quiz Jun Wei tagged me fer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I'm actually doing the quiz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I goooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents that you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1: A new phone. And real desperately. My current one is crap. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone to be able to find their happiness and purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;3. End poverty&lt;br /&gt;4. An awesome career in the future&lt;br /&gt;5. A certain person to stop runnin' so I can catch up and know what the hell's goin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag you is? Jun Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is? Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of him/her? Well, he's uhhhhh, a woman. HA. Okay, he's got a really good sense of humor? Hmm. (Shrugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you? Can't remember. Lolol. OH YES. Calling me super maggie! Okay wait, when you say memorable, do you mean a good or bad thing? Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she had said to you? Whatever I wrote for Qns 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will? Check if I'm running a high fever. LOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be? His girl- I mean- manpower! Hahahahahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will? Fly to Korea next December. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be? Stupid Qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is? Uh. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Your overall impression of him/her is? Girly. Hahaha no la. He's uhhhhh, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How you think people around you will feel about you? Weird? Stupid? Slow? Funny? Too happy? Haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The character you love of yourself are? My body coordinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are? My height and weight. Eh wait, you mean characteristics? Oh. Weeelllllll, I hate myself for being too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Pass this quiz to 10 persons.&lt;br /&gt;1: Shahirah&lt;br /&gt;2: Hazel&lt;br /&gt;3: Yu Qi&lt;br /&gt;4: Grace&lt;br /&gt;5: Carol&lt;br /&gt;6: Izuwan- I know he doesn't have a blog. But hey, it's not stated whether the people I pass this quiz to NEEDS to have a blog. Makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;7: Jenn&lt;br /&gt;8: Edward&lt;br /&gt;9: Serene&lt;br /&gt;10: Junwei- Once again, it ain't stated here whether I can/can't pass the quiz back to the person who passed it to me! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who is no.6[Izuwan]having relationship with? His guitar. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Is no.9[Serene]a male or female? Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.If no.7[Jenn]and 10[Junwei]are together, will it be a good thing? LOLOL! Alvin will cry. Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.How about no.8[Edward]and 5[Carol]? Another weird combination. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is no.2[Hazel]studying about? Normal subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.When was the last time you had a chat with no.3[Yu Qi] In the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What kind of music band does no.8[Edward] like? Don't know &gt;&lt; sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Does no.1[Shahirah]has any siblings? 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Will you woo no.3[Yu Qi]? Nope, he's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Is no.4 single[Grace]? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.What's the surname of no.5[Carol]? LIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What's the hobby of no.4[Grace]? Playing her guitar? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Do no.5[Carol] and 9[Serene] get along well? Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Where is no.2[Hazel]studying at? Nan Hua Sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Talk something casually about no.1[Shahirah]? DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Have you try developing feelings for no.8[Edward]? Nopey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Where does no.9[Serene]live at? Redhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.What color does no.4[Grace]like? Black, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Are no.5[Carol]and 1[Shahirah]best friends? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Does no.7[Jenn] likes no.2[Hazel]? C'mon man, they don't even know each other! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.How do you get to know no.2[Hazel]? She's my cousinnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Does no.1[Shahirah]have any pets? Used to. Until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Is no.7[Jenn] the sexiest person in the world? To Alvin, maybe. HAHAHAHA. Kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightssssss, gotta go. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-5821707857802167679?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5821707857802167679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=5821707857802167679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5821707857802167679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/5821707857802167679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8889336129612338463</id><published>2007-09-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:58:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the 2 days absence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Pebbles' doing fine :D Jin and the others came over (Yu Duan only stayed for 10 mins?!) to see Pebbles yesterday, after Rat-a-too-ee. Oh, I saw Stephen at Cineleisure too! He had an ear pierced. Haha, looks good tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for the Nan Hua's 90th anniversary last Sun. The food was so-so. But the fish was, in Max's opinion, the best. Lol. He said he could eat it forever or smth. o_O Jeez that'll be weird. Lol. Jia Sheng was there too. When he saw me he went like, "Woah, very uhhh, Chinese. (Laughs)" Lolol, my mum took some pictures. Shall upload them.&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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1SrBYthoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZdJ7dVqf748/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106328451567945346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1SrBYthoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZdJ7dVqf748/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parent support group. Or so they name themselves the Parent Connect.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106329061453301394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1TOhYthpI/AAAAAAAAADE/7vM9N1oXZTM/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing thingy?&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://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1T_hYthrI/AAAAAAAAADU/m8rhUJjKuLM/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106329903266891442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1T_hYthrI/AAAAAAAAADU/m8rhUJjKuLM/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;Ahhhhhh, the flash!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1TqRYthqI/AAAAAAAAADM/GpCf7YKpOCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106329538194671266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1TqRYthqI/AAAAAAAAADM/GpCf7YKpOCQ/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Table 15: (From back, left to right) Jaime, Max, Me, uhh I think it's Marie- she's Jaime's sis-, (I don't know her name but I do know she's Aunt Josephine's daughter), Jia Yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, that's all folks.&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;Went fer rock climbing today. It was really fun! There's this unexplanable feeling when you reach the top. Like a sense of... pride and happiness and achievement all mixed together to give you thia fresh feeling. Ahhh. You guys should check out rock climbing. It sure &lt;strong&gt;rocks&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/11663261-8889336129612338463?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8889336129612338463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8889336129612338463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8889336129612338463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8889336129612338463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/howdy-sorry-for-2-days-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rt1SrBYthoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZdJ7dVqf748/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-7131223947613780091</id><published>2007-09-02T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:58:46.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rarr, so many things happened and I dunno where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'll start with Teachers Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A SUCCESS! Altho there were some screw ups here and there. Didn't have a camera with me so I didn't take any pics. Oh well, but Yuqi took some with his camera so imma go bug him X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FS didn't win Tanglin Idol. But it's okay. I'm even with Izuwan. HAHAHA. Thank you to all those who voted fer us. We'll be better next year, that is, if we join Tanglin Idol again and IF there's another Tanglin Idol competition. Hahaha! 2cm and So(ul?) Alive was awesome! Nadiah's voice's suppppppperbbbb! :D Rock on, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Yuqi's blog. My class guys took roses and ran upstage after I sang finished. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaannnnnnddddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a kitten! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's called Pebbles! I've got Pebbles' photo in my sis' phone. Will upload it soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. I've got a dinner at night. Watching Hairspray tmmr! WHOOO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-7131223947613780091?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7131223947613780091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=7131223947613780091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7131223947613780091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/7131223947613780091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/rarr-so-many-things-happened-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4433875770696788832</id><published>2007-08-28T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:50:38.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, three more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leteverythinggotoplanleteverythingbeonschedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgomgomgomgomgomg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly exploded in school today. Seriously, I need a HUGE punching bag. I'm getting my guitar tmmr. Let's just hope it won't be my victim. Lol, or you'll see this huge hole in the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went jamming again. We're getting better, altho not good yet. I cracked less! Lol! And Teddy, stop playing the moment when I said "1, 2, 3" before we started the chorus in your head over and over again. Lol. The lady at the jamming place seem a lil friendlier today. She even knocked on the door before you told us our time's up. Amazing, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my chem. It's the subject that I studied the hardest for. My brain's problematic man. Subs that I study so hellish hard turns out so badly and vice versa. Garrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, EOYs, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR FLIGHT'S SORROW! Wheeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't think I'd turn round and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's too late to apologize, it's too late."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4433875770696788832?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4433875770696788832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4433875770696788832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4433875770696788832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4433875770696788832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-three-more-days-leteverythinggotopl.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3220376712333749154</id><published>2007-08-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:56:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had our first jamming session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went out pretty well, except that my voice kept cracking cos the song requires you to scream into the mic. Which is so damn difficult fer me cos I've bever done that before and therefore, I present to you, Si Min's crAckiNg voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanglin Idol finals' 6 days away from now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace said I must not take cold stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must start to feel and get into the song!&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to LOVE the song! =X Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before going jamming, Sya, Jolene, Zhi Xiong, Yuqi and I went to scot for party/deco/baking stuffs. We bought EVERYTHING. So now we have to worry bout the bouquet of flowers, decorating the hall and bakin' the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope NONE of the teachers are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scream my lungs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3220376712333749154?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3220376712333749154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3220376712333749154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3220376712333749154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3220376712333749154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/had-our-first-jamming-session.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8591200382105305967</id><published>2007-08-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:32:40.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a freaking long week.  CT's over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of blogging :( Sorry. But I'll try my very best to update frequently. There'll be lotsa juicy details comin' up about Teachers' Day! So stay tune (if I ever update)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Erin ALOT. She left on the 21st :( Sheesh. ERIN! COME BACCCCCKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's going crazy. First it rains then it gets SO hot then it rains again. I'm so afraid for my future and I keep asking myself, what's it gonna be like after 10 years?! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,after bio paper today, I stayed back till like 6 and went home with Yu Duan after her netball training. We talked alot, once again. Ahhh, save me, Yu Duan! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8591200382105305967?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8591200382105305967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8591200382105305967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8591200382105305967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8591200382105305967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4891416174471384456</id><published>2007-08-19T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:51:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORAL OF THE DAY: Alvin is hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JE library yesterday. Met Gina at 11.30am to do Erin's present. Then Yu Duan came at 12.30. Gina left at 1. Yu Duan left at 1.30. Went to meet Yuqi and Edward at JEC to have lunch. Then Jennifer came, bought waffles and went off to JE library to meet Jin and Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was on his way there so he called Yuqi and asked what we wanna eat/get. Two cheese burgers and a coke, said Yuqi. So Jonathan went to macs. Upon reaching the library, Jonathan called Yuqi to get someone downstairs to help smuggle the food up. Alvin went down with Jin's bag. Then while going up with Jon, Alvin aciddentally hit the bag (with the coke INSIDE) agasint the wall and he panicked. He saw this lady librarian ("She looks so innocent, you idiot!"- Jonathan) and he panicked even more. The coke toppled in the bag and it wet the whole base of Jin's bag (together with his books). Dripping coke on the floor, Alvin rushed up. LOL! Jenn will send me pictures and videos of Jin screaming at Alvin. HAHAHAHAHA. Hopeless git!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Yuqi, Dead Silence ain't cool at all. &gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4891416174471384456?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4891416174471384456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4891416174471384456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4891416174471384456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4891416174471384456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/moral-of-day-alvin-is-hopeless-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6988616473134601180</id><published>2007-08-18T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:15:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to JE library later to study AND do Erin's present. Carol, Jac and I sorta broke down during P.E yesterday. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda went for Tanglin Idol audits yesterday! She's AWESOME! :D Go Amanda, we'll support you all DA WAY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the morning and the sky's already dark. What a wonderful thing to start out the day. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll know when everything else lights up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6988616473134601180?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6988616473134601180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6988616473134601180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6988616473134601180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6988616473134601180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-to-je-library-later-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4483061683098002991</id><published>2007-08-15T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:43:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Geography paper today. I think I can pass. I hope. Ha. Tomorrow's chemistry and I mugged so hard fer it just now. I know it's kinda last min.. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ACTUALLY STUDIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an achievement, okay. So I forbid you to laugh at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yu Duan sent me photos from the class gathering/Erin's farewell party. (Thanks girl! &lt;3)&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMMkKtbtII/AAAAAAAAACE/ruBDenNyo0U/s1600-h/CIMG4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098933018603271298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMMkKtbtII/AAAAAAAAACE/ruBDenNyo0U/s320/CIMG4755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenn and Alvin... both uh, soaking wet.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMN-KtbtKI/AAAAAAAAACU/qsCqTC1-Qbw/s1600-h/CIMG4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098934564791497890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMN-KtbtKI/AAAAAAAAACU/qsCqTC1-Qbw/s320/CIMG4794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua and Jin on the guitar, playing the song we dedicated to Erin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMP76tbtOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QxRBsc3hvmc/s1600-h/DSCF0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098936725160047842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMP76tbtOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QxRBsc3hvmc/s320/DSCF0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jin is cut into half?!?!?!?! Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMNKatbtJI/AAAAAAAAACM/lR8GWMZfveA/s1600-h/CIMG4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098933675733267602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMNKatbtJI/AAAAAAAAACM/lR8GWMZfveA/s320/CIMG4790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cake that I baked! Lalalala~ Don't judge a book by its covers! It tastes nice okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMOQqtbtLI/AAAAAAAAACc/S3MsnuVvjP4/s1600-h/DSCF0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098934882619077810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMOQqtbtLI/AAAAAAAAACc/S3MsnuVvjP4/s320/DSCF0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gina and I! We were both tired, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMPpatbtNI/AAAAAAAAACs/vBcti6zffkI/s1600-h/DSCF0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098936407332467922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMPpatbtNI/AAAAAAAAACs/vBcti6zffkI/s320/DSCF0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl powerrrrrrrr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a camera so I can take down the things that happened this year!&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/11663261-4483061683098002991?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4483061683098002991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4483061683098002991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4483061683098002991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4483061683098002991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-world-had-geography-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp0.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsMMkKtbtII/AAAAAAAAACE/ruBDenNyo0U/s72-c/CIMG4755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-349458628261795197</id><published>2007-08-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:08:26.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsGM8atbtHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NHgu7k9WVME/s1600-h/DSC01869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098511222750033010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsGM8atbtHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NHgu7k9WVME/s320/DSC01869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"MMmmppphh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis got a new phone. *Pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she's the medium between the comp, the pics and me. HAHAHAHAH! It's all thanks to her that I could post that ridicules photo of Elmo here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Add math. Sheesh, I'll be glad if I pass. Haha. 6 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim flew by really fast this year. In a blink of eye, we'll be sec 4s soon. Gosh, I'll be SIXTEEN! Oh wellooos, at least I'll be able to sing "I am 16, goin' on 17"- fer real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's geog tmmr! Damnit, I gotta do some last min stuffs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amanda, Yu Duan, Gina and I were goofing around, crapping non stop after the exams. Lol. Even after meeting Sha and Grace (and they went off at Clementi :(), we bought donuts, sat outside macs and started the goofing again. LOL! Love em! I mean, the girls. Not the donuts. Okay wait, I DO love the donuts.. Oh... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-349458628261795197?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/349458628261795197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=349458628261795197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/349458628261795197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/349458628261795197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmmppphh-my-sis-got-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/RsGM8atbtHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NHgu7k9WVME/s72-c/DSC01869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-297810171141832278</id><published>2007-08-13T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:02:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Sings) I floooooooded Max's comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love random stuffs, Agree with me eh, Serene? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've got this photo of Elmo- kidnapped by me- in my phone! I'm evil. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commontests started today! Had to endure 30 mins of total boredom after I finished my english paper just now. Sheesh, my hand just CAN'T STOP WRITING. It just goes on and on and on even tho' I'm tired. Okay, I admit. It's my brain that keeps flooding my mind with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, gotta run. Mum's calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGMUGMUG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-297810171141832278?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/297810171141832278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=297810171141832278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/297810171141832278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/297810171141832278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/sings-i-floooooooded-maxs-comments-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-955820314072671842</id><published>2007-08-11T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:21:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I WATCHED THE FIREWORRRRKSSSS! :D C'mon, be JEALOUS of meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Zhen Wei's b'day celebration yesterday and we watched RUSH HOUR 3. It's damn dumb. Lol. Duh, it's with JACKIE CHAN. Lotsa action and hilarious moments- I'll rate it 7 outta 10. I'm gonna get back at Roy for his constant "bullying-si min-is-fun" thing. Garr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commontest is next week! Damndamndamndamndamndamndamndamndarndarndarn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Watch this video: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4&lt;/a&gt; -it's SUPER funny. I guarantee that you'll laugh so hard that you gotta buy an oxygen tank to keep yourself alive. Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not afraid to walk this world alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rr2NdatbtGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x2ORAiAIZoI/s1600-h/9th+Aug+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097385889778873442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rr2NdatbtGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x2ORAiAIZoI/s320/9th+Aug+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-955820314072671842?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/955820314072671842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=955820314072671842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/955820314072671842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/955820314072671842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-watched-fireworrrrkssss-d-cmon-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ZPZtaWKKOvo/Rr2NdatbtGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x2ORAiAIZoI/s72-c/9th+Aug+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11663261.post-3829942447400178897</id><published>2007-08-09T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:24:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's S'pore's birtdhay today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY S'PORE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the "Class Gathering" last night (which was actually Erin's farewell party). It went out brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we celebrated National Day in school. After that, some of us stayed on to play bball. Erin, Carol and I waited for Jin to come back to school to go to Vivo. Guess what he wore? A top that says ROCK (with a guitar print) and long pants with unbuckled suspenders. Erin asked, "Jin, how come your pants has so many things dangling from it?" And Jin was trying to show us how stupid he looked like with the suspenders buckled. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Vivo, we went to Daiso first then to Mini Toons and then Candy Empire and- OH! At Candy Empire, Erin insisted on Carol buying this peanut butter chocolate for Jin since she owes him a chocolate bar. And after Carol bought it, Erin insisted, again, on Jin eating the choc and rating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin stuffed the whole thing in his mouth and the three of us were like, "Oh my gosh?! Is this how you eat chocs??"And he said yes. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Coffee Bean after that cos Erin wanted to get smth to drink. Jin the fickle-minded git couldn't decide on whether he should get the cheesecake to eat. He didn't, in the end. SO we went to get donuts at Vinco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Forever 21, River Island, Fox to search for Erin's skirt. They're either too expensive or outta Erin's taste. -.- So we didn't get anything. Hahah, poor Jin, he had to stand outside and wait for us to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: &lt;/strong&gt;So did you get anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin: &lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin (shocked): &lt;/strong&gt;So you guys just went window shopping?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin (grinning): &lt;/strong&gt;Yes. Actually, not really, cos we DID buy something from Daiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: &lt;/strong&gt;(Groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Jin are such funny people! Hahahaha. We took the MRT to Clementi after that. All three of them were LAUGHING at me in te thrain towards Outram cos my reflection on the other side of the MRT window screen was kinda distorted. &gt;:( Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jin went to meet Alvin opp school to collect the satays while Carol, Erin and I went to macs to wait for them. Alvin called Carol and told her thet his dad was fetching us over to Jon's place when Erin and I were looking at clothes. So we went to Carol's primary school's side gate to wait for them. It took them centuries to arrive and Alvin's dad was still at home. Lol. We took Alvin's dad's cab to Jon's place and joined the rest at his condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played water bomb at this basketball court near Jonathan's condo. Everyone became crazzzy. o_O I was trying to avoid being hit so I picked the plastic bags they threw behind. Haha, stupid Alvin. He said whoever that can hit me, he'll give them 100 hundred points. Yer right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ-ed when we got back to Jon's condo. Alvin and I went upstairs to get the video cam. We waited for Jonathan's mum to come up and after 20 mins, we decided that she won't be coming up. Lol. Yu Duan's right; Alvin's dumb. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall skip the whole lot on the BBQ cos so many things happened and I can't possibly list out everything lol. I'll get to the impotant part then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin's song dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Jin and Clement played the guitar and we sang the song with Yu Qi's re-written lyrics. Erin cried. Then Carol. Then Yu Duan and I. One by one, we told Erin what we wanted to say to her. What an awesome friend she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Erin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said too little yesterday night cos my brain's all fuzzed up with emotions that I can't think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been an awesome friend to me for 3 years. We weren't as close last year. But to me, you've always been this candle that lights up people's way cos you're always so cheerful. Like what Clement said, we leant from you that size ain't a matter at all. You may be small but you've created an impact in our lives. Losing you to Cananda is a really sad thing. Do well in Canada, all right? Write TONS of leters yea? And update your blog so frequently that it seems like you haven't left at all. :D Rock on, my friend! Love ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3829942447400178897?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3829942447400178897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3829942447400178897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3829942447400178897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3829942447400178897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-spores-birtdhay-today-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6384428684835928908</id><published>2007-08-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:14:07.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the school's celebration for National Day and we had the rehearsal today. (Though I only went for the choir/singing part XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was praticing the song we re-wrote for *ehem. Crap, I'm so afraid she'll read my blog by coincidence. Yu Qi came up with the lyrics. Lol it sounds a lil' funny but I think it'll touch E- I mean, you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who kept coming over when we were praticing and Yu Qi's super duper terrified by him cos that guy's like a stalker. LOL. Took 176 home with Joshua after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go Vivo with Carol, Erin and Jin tmmr. I reaaaally hope we can watch Harry Potter. Oooolala. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Advanced B'day, S'pore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6384428684835928908?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6384428684835928908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6384428684835928908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6384428684835928908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6384428684835928908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/tomorrows-schools-celebration-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8827890471192861762</id><published>2007-08-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:55:40.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be driven outta my mind anytime from now. Don't ask me why. I'll explode if I ever comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the world will stop spinning and the clock hands will stop ticking so we can rearrange everything and this bull crap will never occur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achievers' Day's finally over. All the last minute work's finally over. I think we got the audience so engrossed in out item cos everywhere we went after the performance, people kept telling us, "Guzheng was the BEST!" (Thumbs up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua (The oh-so-compatible emcee with Charmaine, the other emcee) said I was beaming all the way. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Line was a success too. :D Rock on, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I SHOULD set up a photo blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8827890471192861762?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8827890471192861762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8827890471192861762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8827890471192861762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8827890471192861762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/rats.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-3531784509322478225</id><published>2007-08-02T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:06:32.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erin is migrating to Canada! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna miss her and her cinnamon craze! :( She said she'll visit us.. in 5 years' time. Lol. AAAHHH!! I'm gonna miss her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna *ehem-okay I can't spill the beans.. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I think I should migrate too, since three of my friends already did. Wang Yong, Rebecca, Qiu Han and now Erin. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmmr's rehearsal for Achievers cum Arts@Tanglin day. It's gonna last from 12 to 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gasps for air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna die outta boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's the actual day =X The whole of Tanglin are gonna watch us. And Guzheng will be carrying the name of Gold upstage. Jia you, Guzheng! We can do it! :D Same goes for Chorus Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I MUST upload pictures soon or I'll be labelled as the world's "Most Boring Blogger". Ha. I remember saying this in one of my posts... Nvm. I have serious short termed memory. Which explains why I can only remember stuffs for an hour and you have to constantly remind me. But there are cases when I suddenly remember I have to do homework/sign a form/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;the sudden flash of memory would be somehow triggered by the things around me. Haha, which means to say I rely on things to remember things! Oooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. I haven't been getting enough sleep these few days. So many things happened and they keep spinning in my mind like a constant nag. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tune in my head keeps playing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same tune from that record player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it repeats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-3531784509322478225?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3531784509322478225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=3531784509322478225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3531784509322478225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/3531784509322478225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/erin-is-migrating-to-canada-im-so-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-4738452182901421422</id><published>2007-07-31T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:06:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's REALLY better than yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much happier. Lol. Get the pattern of my mood swings now? Dang, I think Miss Solastri passed her deadly disease to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bt Chendu today, after school. I might sound like I'm contradicting my fear of jungle areas, BUT, I think the Canopy Walk was bloody cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin: If I drop my phone down, into the jungle, I'll freak out-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carol: Then put it in your pocket lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin: -I'll scream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carol: Huh? You put your phone in your pocket and you'll scream?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin: -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hilarious conversation that went on between Carol and Erin while walking back to the bus, on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to mug hard for the upcoming CA. Somone PLEASE, help me in the damned Bionomial Theorem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-4738452182901421422?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4738452182901421422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=4738452182901421422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4738452182901421422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/4738452182901421422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-really-better-than-yesterday-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6737086827093544374</id><published>2007-07-30T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:32:34.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although it's only fiction, I feel sad for Snape all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's NOT a two headed snake, Jia Qi. He is one of the bravest people in Harry Potter series. It was only in the last installment that Snape showed his true colours and truth. Aw, he can't die!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come to think of it, EVERYONE showed their true colours in the 7th book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be blogging. But I need a place to rant and vent out all the frustrations dwelling up inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@*!#%@*^3525686%&amp;^#%!2757^$@#%$#@&amp;amp;351635717%$^!%45313467%$!53413751347$&amp;^513471435&amp;amp;41351734714&amp;!354213745&amp;amp;%!3471345174%&amp;$!#%&amp;amp;&amp;%$^#^)*&amp;amp;(%&amp;$^#^(*&amp;amp;^(5&amp;^4%&amp;amp;$%87^(*7)*)(787!5&amp;$&amp;amp;%45$!76&amp;^(!691^&amp;amp;^!(&amp;617816!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma turn insane sooner or laterrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog everything down here since it's a blog that EVERYONE can see/read/comment. Gee, I should start to consider setting up a private blog where only I can read/access to it. Haha, what a jolly world it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope tmmr's gonna be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6737086827093544374?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6737086827093544374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6737086827093544374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6737086827093544374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6737086827093544374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/although-its-only-fiction-i-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8330155394093029520</id><published>2007-07-29T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:58:08.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt of dementors last night. Lol. It was super real and super scary. =S You wouldn't wanna be in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this entire week, I've been falling asleep in classes. Yesterday at the Dunk It project near Esplanade, I was so tired that I couldn't concentrate on what's going on around me. Something's wrong with me. I can feel a change in me. I just don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself, "Have I changed? Have I changed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never get a reply cos the voice in my head doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the other hand, there's another thing worth of celebration. Flight's Sorrow got into the next round of Tanglin Idol 2! 2cm's in too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jun Wei: Updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8330155394093029520?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8330155394093029520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8330155394093029520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8330155394093029520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8330155394093029520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dreamt-of-dementors-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8071938854725479126</id><published>2007-07-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:22:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh, I dunno what's happening to me; mood swings and all! It's like, I get really high suddenly and it dies down after a moment and I feel so upset for no apparent reason. Is there something that's inblanced in me or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*^87%&amp;*^574!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got the Deathly Hallows yesterday (grinnnsssss)! Haw haw haw. I'm still on it. Many people  died in the book (I'm not gonna say who) and I think that more deaths will come as the story goes on. Go get the book, whether you're a Harry Potter fan or not. This is the last and final book about the Boy-who-Lived, who escaped Lord Voldemort many times and who has such a dark history that many of the present teens will never face. It's fictional, yes. But the war between Voldemort and Harry kinda represents the war we have in reality. War between races, countries, people, and the war that goes on inside everyone. We have a good and bad side in us. We choose our paths and bear the consequences, be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry shows us that evil will be defeated one day. It's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, just go read the book, people, and you'll know what I mean (winks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have to say that I won't  be blogging frequently cos of the super duper amazingly tight schedule I have. But do tag. I'll still reply tags. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh, Teachers' Day proposal! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8071938854725479126?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8071938854725479126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8071938854725479126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8071938854725479126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8071938854725479126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/urgh-i-dunno-whats-happening-to-me-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-8936593298414230094</id><published>2007-07-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:50:24.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum's watching type this, with hawk-like eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my piano practical exam in the afternoon. It was scary like hell. But I'm glad I was conscious throughout the examination. Know what? I was on the verge of collapsing just before I went into the tiny, enclosed room cos I was toooooooo nervous. Thank goodness this lady encouraged me not to be nervous and just go in and enjoy. My examiner's from London. And his englando sure blows you off your feet! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten the pics from Kellie! Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about yesterday's post. Wasn't feeling like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to grow muscular around my arms. Urgh I hate the sight of my arms. They look so out of proportion! I read this teenage book and it tells you all the Qns and Ans on teenagehood. I don't know if I can trust it because it said, "Teengae girls normally feel that they are fat during this stage of life. They tend to have very low confidence of their looks. They will grow out of it." and "These are just baby fats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a person like me, it's hard to believe what the book said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate muscles and fats! I mean, being muscular! That's why I find guys with big, HUGE, ENORMOUS biceps an ugly sight. I don't understand why guys want to have six pacs (however you spell it) when these muscules will eventually turn into fats when they age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe that's what makes guys and girls so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight's Sorrow's joining TANGLIN IDOL TWO! :D I hope we get thru the auditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-8936593298414230094?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8936593298414230094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=8936593298414230094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8936593298414230094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/8936593298414230094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-mums-watching-type-this-with-hawk.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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-11663261.post-6839316037109498522</id><published>2007-07-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:45:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody mood swings invading my mind. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Achievers' Day rehearsal at the hall after school.,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, I'm in no mood to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.s. I can play the Wedding March on the piano!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Kellie hasn't sent me the photos yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11663261-6839316037109498522?l=armsofanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6839316037109498522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11663261&amp;postID=6839316037109498522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6839316037109498522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11663261/posts/default/6839316037109498522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsofanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/bloody-mood-swings-invading-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12301402019104642285</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>
