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(:'/><category term='a second chance .'/><category term='tired.emotional.listless'/><category term='byebye 2007'/><category term='angry.explode.scream'/><category term='studies.shopping.practical.hiatus.mortal:D'/><category term='hello 2008.'/><category term='longgggggggggggggg.'/><category term='inconsiderate'/><category term='contradicting.'/><category term='church.tm.bugis.thoughts.'/><category term='memorable;'/><category term='i.dont.know.'/><category term='sunplaza park.tm.cpf building.school.tmart.'/><category term='A smile is a curve that can set alot of things straight.'/><category term='It&apos;s funny how a heart is two tear-drops upside down .'/><category term='400th post wasted.'/><title type='text'>mixed-up feelings</title><subtitle type='html'>When you are in despair and in darkness, will anyone save you? When you need advice and consoling, can you find anyone who you can have a heart to heart talk with? Can you find anyone who you can trust?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>616</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-591186216801392244</id><published>2009-11-29T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:47:14.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END.</title><content type='html'>A NEW START. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straightthroughmyheart.tumblr.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-591186216801392244?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/591186216801392244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=591186216801392244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/591186216801392244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/591186216801392244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html' title='END.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3829776771420178877</id><published>2009-11-29T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:12:17.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look out for new updates! :D hohohohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;coming soon! ~~~ very very soon. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3829776771420178877?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3829776771420178877/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-3410981585028589856</id><published>2009-11-25T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:10:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'LL BE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT FOR ME. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3410981585028589856?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3410981585028589856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3410981585028589856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3410981585028589856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3410981585028589856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-8048461238471112282</id><published>2009-11-05T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:41:14.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just let me close myself up ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one.&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down.&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left.&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-8048461238471112282?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/8048461238471112282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=8048461238471112282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8048461238471112282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8048461238471112282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-let-me-close-myself-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1065409180127654743</id><published>2009-11-02T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:18:20.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I ignored the signs, opened every door,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldnt find what I searched for.&lt;br /&gt;I try to fight, but I turn and run,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make is the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;You patiently wait for my next mistake, I know it wont be much longer.&lt;br /&gt;You waited, til I sobered,&lt;br /&gt;You came when you knew that game was over,&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even want to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;never knew fitting in could be this hard .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1065409180127654743?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1065409180127654743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1065409180127654743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1065409180127654743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1065409180127654743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-ignored-signs-opened-every-door-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5830234845375354924</id><published>2009-09-13T20:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:25:00.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVyNEUq-RaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVyNEUq-RaY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I throw all of your stuff away&lt;br /&gt;Then I clear you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I tear you out of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and ignored all your messages.&lt;br /&gt;I tell everyone we are through&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so much better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's just another pretty lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I break down, everytime you come around.&lt;br /&gt;O Oh O Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did you get here under my skin?&lt;br /&gt;Swore that I'll never let you back in.&lt;br /&gt;Should have known better&lt;br /&gt;Than trying to let you go, cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I try I know I can't quit&lt;br /&gt;Something about you is so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;We're falling together&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that by now I'd know cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you want,&lt;br /&gt;And you never say what you need.&lt;br /&gt;I start to go insane everytime that you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;You only hear half of what I say,&lt;br /&gt;and you're always showing up too late.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I should say goodbye, but it's no use.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be with or without you&lt;br /&gt;O Oh O Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did you get here under my skin?&lt;br /&gt;Swore that I'll never let you back in.&lt;br /&gt;Should have known better&lt;br /&gt;Than trying to let you go, cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I try I know I can't quit&lt;br /&gt;Something about you is so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;We're falling together&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that by now I'd know cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw all of your stuff away.&lt;br /&gt;And I cleared you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;And I tore you out of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;O Oh O Oh O Oh O Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did you get here under my skin?&lt;br /&gt;Swore that I'll never let you back in.&lt;br /&gt;Should have known better&lt;br /&gt;Than trying to let you go, cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I try I know I can't quit&lt;br /&gt;Something about you is so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;We're falling together&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that by now I'd know cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go again, here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;We're falling together&lt;br /&gt;we need to find out why now cause here we go go go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go again,&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't be with or without you, irony .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5830234845375354924?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5830234845375354924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5830234845375354924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5830234845375354924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5830234845375354924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3233960332616670309</id><published>2009-09-05T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:23:49.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still aching from X-country yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but all the pain's worth the while being able to do the class proud by being top 15!&lt;br /&gt;didn't manage to win the class awards but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;because 4C has been a great class, ............ uh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best class i've been in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, from the times of being the noisest pure sciences class,&lt;br /&gt;to the sec 3 teambuilding camp, to the class jokes,&lt;br /&gt;to the adam khoo bag day - week, to the minor details of cheering on every classmate during school events, to the one-big-clique 4C sentosa outing,&lt;br /&gt;to the class photo-taking, to teacher's day,&lt;br /&gt;to everything we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;we've had so much wonderful memories to reminiscence upon.&lt;br /&gt;and much more awesome memories to create. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've never been in such a bonded class before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we've been received so much complaints from teachers that we were way too noisy than a standard 4C would be,&lt;br /&gt;i believe that we've touched each and everyone of our teachers' hearts this teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;so it gets a little ... sad when each day brushes us by, because it represents that all of this would be gone, ... instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTP on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, it felt really weird when i saw the words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Holistic Report Card, Overall Results for 2009."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years in dunman has been really a ... breeze.&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine that i'm already 16, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like yesterday that i was only 13 ...................................&lt;br /&gt;when i closed my eyes, i see scenes flashing back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sec 1 orientation camps, npcc, guitar, council, ltc, 1C, 2D, 3C, 4C, studies, conflicts, cherished friendships, lost friendships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown out of the immature and irrational girl that i was in sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;one who was a complain queen, keep on complaining!! hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;glad that i didn't opt out of dunman for CCHM.&lt;br /&gt;the dunman experience had been a really, enjoyable one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, talking about results.&lt;br /&gt;improved on the whole, but i really need to work really much more harder if i want my distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;i feel really touched how dunman teachers are putting in so much for us to do well.&lt;br /&gt;shall touch on that another time when i can.&lt;br /&gt;"the one who persevered the most will win the race."&lt;br /&gt;something that's pushing me on, strongly.&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 know it's really so inappropriate to be thinking about it now but i've been doing it subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;still pondering over it after so long.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that keeps lingering within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult to really get things to meet eye to eye at times.&lt;br /&gt;when your rational mind tells you that you've made the right choice,&lt;br /&gt;yet your indecisive heart tells you that you've made the wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3233960332616670309?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3233960332616670309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3233960332616670309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3233960332616670309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3233960332616670309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-aching-from-x-country-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2050530233065650355</id><published>2009-09-04T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:33:49.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever been in a situation where you're always sandwiched in between two people?&lt;br /&gt;both whom you cherished a lot as friends.&lt;br /&gt;and all this while, you've been trying to make things work out.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, you unintentionally hurt one friend's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;and within seconds, you broke buckets of trust of a friend because of the wrong things you said.&lt;br /&gt;now, while you continue living your life everyday, you're unable to avoid either of them.&lt;br /&gt;and even though everything may seem okay, and you're putting on a smile,&lt;br /&gt;you know within you, you're aware that that's just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;and deep within your heart, you sincerely hope that things will just get better and that everything was back to where it was.&lt;br /&gt;but you understand, .. that it's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt guilty and disappointed to a friend at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;guilty because you broke her/his trust.&lt;br /&gt;disappointed because she made use of you.&lt;br /&gt;that contradictory feeling which can rip apart your whole self instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;if you have gone through whatever i've said above,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe.&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;you would empathise how i'm feeling right now, at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-9209503275974927773</id><published>2009-08-26T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:37:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really amazing how God sometimes mapped out his plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;without telling us specific directions to go, and to let us venture on our own.&lt;br /&gt;indeed, in my life, there are some things that i really regret.&lt;br /&gt;and certain things that hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, when i'm all alone, God's there for me, always.&lt;br /&gt;he never fails to be there for me, rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;and although these few years has been a tough one for me,&lt;br /&gt;i know that this is God's plan, to make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;he wants me to understand that this is life, and obstacles are common when we're walking our life journey.&lt;br /&gt;many times, i'll keep falling and get hurt, but when i stand up and grow from it, i'll be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm in pain, God doesn't stay beside me and comfort me with words.&lt;br /&gt;instead, he gives me solace by hinting me what to do through the events happening in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;take for example,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really had the best week.&lt;br /&gt;and i really feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;my moodswings are really getting onto everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i could just run away from reality and live in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;at least there wouldn't be misery.&lt;br /&gt;but today, God brought me a message today.&lt;br /&gt;he answered a prayer i prayed to him several months back.&lt;br /&gt;an answer to a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;and so i'll be okay, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i have no idea what's ahead of me but i know, God will be there to guide me through, now and forever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me feel like a fool .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-9209503275974927773?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/9209503275974927773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=9209503275974927773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/9209503275974927773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/9209503275974927773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-really-amazing-how-god-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2589625617516173023</id><published>2009-08-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:53:47.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i felt giving my all was the best thing i could do,&lt;br /&gt;reality had to be cruel to show me that it was never enough.&lt;br /&gt;i thought our friendship was strong.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it has always just been me thinking so naively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2589625617516173023?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2589625617516173023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2589625617516173023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2589625617516173023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2589625617516173023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-when-i-felt-giving-my-all-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2417168655127197456</id><published>2009-07-05T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:23:48.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel that i've lost the urge to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;so is it because i got bored of it,&lt;br /&gt;or is it because of O's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i shall be on hiatus till the big O's end.&lt;br /&gt;since i'm super discouraged from being at the laptop anyways.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i might blog again, when my blogging juice comes back to me!&lt;br /&gt;and so, i'm gonna continue to make myself love TYS and tuition.&lt;br /&gt;but now the key point is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTY: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE PHYSICS, LITERATURE, AMATHS, EMATHS!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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 totally just needed to hypnotise myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep the motivation going, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2417168655127197456?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2417168655127197456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2417168655127197456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2417168655127197456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2417168655127197456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-feel-that-ive-lost-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1171068217251029412</id><published>2009-06-24T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:05:39.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were seen as one clique, 4C and not small little cliques clustered together! C:&lt;br /&gt;we were found on palawan beach, playing on the sand and water!&lt;br /&gt;we were eating things like sandwiches, sushi, jellies, hotdogs etc! ~&lt;br /&gt;and most of our goofy sides had been shown yesterday itself. O:&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i became iris's &lt;em&gt;mamasan&lt;/em&gt; for the day! :P&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, &lt;strong&gt;a picture says a thousand words&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so let's just wait for the pictures yep! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,&lt;br /&gt;christy's getting ready for a long long day ahead! ~&lt;br /&gt;with the small little kiddos and big mama! :D&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only you could see me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1171068217251029412?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1171068217251029412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1171068217251029412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1171068217251029412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1171068217251029412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-e-s-t-e-r-d-y-s-c-l-s-s-o-u-t-i-n-g-w.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7328228178731706813</id><published>2009-06-23T00:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:26:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday, 22nd june 2009.&lt;br /&gt;yet another surprise today again, this time by tuition mates. :D&lt;br /&gt;but i'm feeling really sleepy, so just a short one in brief.&lt;br /&gt;shall elaborate more the next time or something. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the afternoon, my whole family and i went to some place near somerset for dimsum treat! C:&lt;br /&gt;the food there, was just .... superb!!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;well, as much as the food's great there, the bill's wonderful too! -.-&lt;br /&gt;but still, nonetheless, it was marvelous! C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i travelled back to tampines for gym session!&lt;br /&gt;because i had a tuition date with raymond LOL, so i came earlier, around 4.&lt;br /&gt;along with yuqi and xiuwen.&lt;br /&gt;yet, i'm feeling a great sense of achievement again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.33 km of cycling.&lt;br /&gt;3.73km of running.&lt;br /&gt;0.75 km of pedalling.&lt;br /&gt;10 sit-ups, many many many weightlifting LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10km, imagine my joy for that! (:&lt;br /&gt;left at around 6 plus while wei chong and joycelyn, the main organizers were just settling down in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad having to leave early, oh wells. ~&lt;br /&gt;but there's always a &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; time right! :D&lt;br /&gt;next time, we should ask like, more 4C people to go together! ^^&lt;br /&gt;wooo! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oops, i feel so lazy to type out the surprise now. :x&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, i'm really, really touched by the small surprise. C:&lt;br /&gt;what a great day today! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although, it's a joy, really having to exercise for 10km.&lt;br /&gt;but the consequence of not warming up enough later on sure made me suffer.&lt;br /&gt;muscle ache to the maxxxx!!!! ))))):&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling so ): now because of it! ~_~&lt;br /&gt;great! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class outing later! ~ :DDD&lt;br /&gt;talking about it,&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder how am i going to survive around sentosa tomorrow with the ache in my legs. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7328228178731706813?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7328228178731706813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7328228178731706813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7328228178731706813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7328228178731706813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/yet-another-surprise-today-again-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7407712378758696329</id><published>2009-06-21T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:12:27.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S FINALLY THE HOLIDAYS! YAYYYYYYYY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rejoice, rejoice, rejoice to the world! ~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and christy's been having a great&lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; sixteen! C:&lt;br /&gt;although the start has been a little bit boring, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but the next few days has been eventually getting real better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the start of the week, has been a blast! (like totally! :D)&lt;br /&gt;but before i share about it, i need to thank many people for their wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bear with me, yep. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. everything's in order yeah, and although perhaps your name might be behind or not even around, it doesn't mean that i love you less yep! love ya all equally the same! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through sms;&lt;br /&gt;ridzuan&lt;em&gt;smalllittlecrazyboy&lt;/em&gt; (LOL), yuqi&lt;em&gt;soulmate&lt;/em&gt;, naveeda&lt;em&gt;hornygirl&lt;/em&gt; (LOL), sheryl&lt;em&gt;xmm&lt;/em&gt;, kaiting, lynn&lt;em&gt;twin&lt;/em&gt;, thomas, roslin&lt;em&gt;pebble&lt;/em&gt;, xiuwen&lt;em&gt;xywm&lt;/em&gt;, weiqing, angela&lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;, estee&lt;em&gt;mortal&lt;/em&gt;, edwina&lt;em&gt;banana&lt;/em&gt;, lijin&lt;em&gt;oneandonlyhope&lt;/em&gt;, kamini, haziyah, chunluan&lt;em&gt;egg&lt;/em&gt;, wendy, joanna, joan, emilyn, fedora, teacher baoyi, shawn, jorim&lt;em&gt;superjunior&lt;/em&gt;, valerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through person;&lt;br /&gt;clara&lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;, chelsea&lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;, jaime, nadirah, jeanette, beatrice, manesha, julia, aqilah, nisya, cherie, joyce, daniel, ming-xuan, waiyan, wilson, jingrong, justin, ivan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through facebook/msn/friendster etc;&lt;br /&gt;alicia, eric, yiling, sharifah, haziyah, thomas, khalisah, mdm rozila, jeeseng, liyana, mxc, belle, iris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of all of you, you all made my day real blessed, and happy! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving on!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i love my group of little kids, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;they are, xiuwen, roslin, naveeda, ridzuan, chunluan.&lt;br /&gt;and yuqi, the exception, 1992 batch hahahahah! :3&lt;br /&gt;it's like they're really, cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that you're sitting down at one table in the canteen, eating.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, you notice something towards your right.&lt;br /&gt;and you turn towards that direction, then you see this vegetable-looking thing running around, with this cardboard thingy and plastic.&lt;br /&gt;then you continue eating, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;when you notice 2 people running from the parade ground to the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;at the side of your eyes, you see 2 heads popping out from the pillar, twice.&lt;br /&gt;then, you walk towards the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;you try to forget what you see just now, so that it'll be surprising.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, you see your closest friends popping out from the pillar.&lt;br /&gt;and singing a birthday song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first instinct, to receive or to run.&lt;br /&gt;what'd you choose?&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;my first instinct, .. was to run! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;super paiseh siah, o"o, but i knew that they really put in a lot of effort into it.&lt;br /&gt;+they mean so so much to me. :DDD so yeah, awwwwwwww! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said that there's more to come on wednesday though.&lt;br /&gt;so, ... i'm gonna like, wait for it to come!&lt;br /&gt;omg, love ya all small kids and bigmama! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the blast, of today! (:&lt;br /&gt;so, they kinda "tricked" me into believing that they were gonna celebrate for me, on the 27th, saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and i totally, believed it.&lt;br /&gt;till, suddenly, as i was talking to preacher yueshu in church today.&lt;br /&gt;pss. we were talking happily, suddenly preacher ys stopped talking and looked to the right.&lt;br /&gt;so i followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a cake with a candle lighted up, instantly in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I.WAS.SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;and then, followed by a birthday song, which yet again melted my heart! :D awwwwww! ~&lt;br /&gt;though, it was a really small cake, but i was really, touched, very very touched. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joanna was asking enci to help her say sorry to me cause the present's with her.&lt;br /&gt;but she couldn't come for service today! ~&lt;br /&gt;and emilyn also disappeared cause she needed to fetch her mummy from the airport, i think.&lt;br /&gt;so it was left with fedora, clara, enci and i.&lt;br /&gt;but they were really good, i had totally no idea that they had hatched a plan beforehand! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really made, my day! ~&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna like thank them next week when they're all around, omg, love! ^^&lt;br /&gt;plus the surprise gift, from special guest!&lt;br /&gt;the first gift finally in 4 years. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and family celebration today too, but only the cake.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate truffle, hohohohoohohohohohoho! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a great feeling, this week would be a memorable week to remember! C:&lt;br /&gt;because i'm gonna spend it with the people i love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, 22nd june 2009!&lt;br /&gt;- dimsum treat with family, gym with some 4Cians, ... with raymond, my ohsowonderful emaths amaths tutor LOL.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, 23rd june 2009!&lt;br /&gt;- sentosa outing with 4C! ♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, 24th june 2009!&lt;br /&gt;- out with smallkids and bigmama! LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;thursday, 25th june 2009!&lt;br /&gt;- free, maybe i should like study or something. O: anyone? (:&lt;br /&gt;friday, 26th june 2009!&lt;br /&gt;- out with mortal, night studies!&lt;br /&gt;saturday, 27th june 2009!&lt;br /&gt;- tuition with raymond, out with lijinsheryljorim! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post all the pictures, like next week okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;happy happy! ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know, how worried i am for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7407712378758696329?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7407712378758696329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7407712378758696329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7407712378758696329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7407712378758696329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-finally-holidays-yayyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-401012545577000912</id><published>2009-06-19T15:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:38:15.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AQILAH! ♥&lt;/span&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;and to the one of the very important people in my life. (kidding la. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHRISTY! :DDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night studies, is no longer cool anymore. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;the summary was teeming with many many points, torturous LOL.&lt;br /&gt;prelim's in about 5 weeks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahaha, nonetheless, enjoy the week! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-401012545577000912?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/401012545577000912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=401012545577000912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/401012545577000912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/401012545577000912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3215122417755724241</id><published>2009-06-18T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:41:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christy feels helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and really depressed now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3215122417755724241?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3215122417755724241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3215122417755724241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3215122417755724241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3215122417755724241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/christy-feels-helpless.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7931234348499914972</id><published>2009-06-18T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:42:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY AM I GETTING FEVERISH ON SUCH A DAY. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, school was .. okay today.&lt;br /&gt;guess i didn't really had the luck, so i didn't win in bingo.&lt;br /&gt;no prize. ): LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay! i had fun, with maths. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, another point to pick out.&lt;br /&gt;BOO to missleongyuqi for having a haircut and bangs! ~&lt;br /&gt;she was supposed to be pretty, not &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;crap, now i don't look so cute already, confirm lose.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, kidding yeah! :P&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO to missleongyuqi again for uploading the videos on facebook! ~&lt;br /&gt;she exposed my unglam self and xiuwen's too to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;hai, i can't help but laugh at myself when i actually tried to do casper's moonwalk.&lt;br /&gt;take no offence yeah, casper! :x&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOHOO to the lady who gave me attitude while serving me lunch! ~&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrr, but i'm not gonna let her affect my day though!&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOHOOHOO to the feverish feeling i'm having now! ~&lt;br /&gt;i keep having negative thoughts that it might be H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO NO, let's just hope the fever subsides by tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i think i'll skip literature tomorrow. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel when you know that one of your closest friend isn't feeling okay and she says so. and you're willing to listen, but she doesn't tell you what happened. and then, suddenly she says she's okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;horrible, .. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel when one of your closest friend's feeling down and you then remove your shoes, place yourself in her shoes, and you somehow understand how she feels, yet you can't do anything to make her feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;terrible, .. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine both situations happening at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's how i'm feeling now, helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7931234348499914972?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7931234348499914972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7931234348499914972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7931234348499914972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7931234348499914972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-am-i-getting-feverish-on-such-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3091266886299057865</id><published>2009-06-17T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:55:37.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JORIM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi! christy's been making weird sounds lately. :P&lt;br /&gt;like, eg. "WOO~!", "ARGHHH" in high pitched sound, and "HONG!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not that i don't make weird sounds usually, but this week's exceptionally alot. o.o&lt;br /&gt;firstly, because of xiuwen's and ridzuan's influence.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, yuqi doesn't make weird sounds because she's too old to make one! O:&lt;br /&gt;THE 1992 BATCH!!!!! OOPS, :x&lt;br /&gt;secondly, because i've got several things thought out and solved. (:&lt;br /&gt;and thus, i managed to keep a friendship that's dear to my heart (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really, sorry girl. ~_~ but i believed i've explained myself on the phone right! C:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, because i'm not gonna emo anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moving on, better trees coming up!&lt;/strong&gt; haahahahahahaha! ^^&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, because time flies and it's the last week of school! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAY &lt;strong&gt;HELLOOOOOOOOO &lt;/strong&gt;TO HOLIDAYS!~ :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe just, &lt;em&gt;one week&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;fifth, because i'm gonna be older ..? O:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt;'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD THING. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the 3 weeks of school though, i learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mentally, physically, spiritually. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till today, i still think i screwed up last week's composition, teachers.&lt;br /&gt;but well, no use crying over spilled milk, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, just gonna have to wait for it to come back then. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i feel i should stop blogging, like soon.&lt;br /&gt;because of the major national examinations coming up.&lt;br /&gt;but with the amount of pictures, and the amount of pictures i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to owe.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i think i'll never be able to finish. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to sum up, i'm just so looking forward to next week! C:&lt;br /&gt;it feels so .. packed up!!!&lt;br /&gt;more outings, more pictures, more memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;please make my sweet sixteen,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sweet, not sour. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so over you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3091266886299057865?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3091266886299057865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3091266886299057865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3091266886299057865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3091266886299057865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jorim-d-hi-christys-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3192630601453155616</id><published>2009-06-13T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:19:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nightmares are a subcategory of dreams. The distinction of a nightmare is its frightening and/or emotional content. You tend to wake up in fear in the midst of a nightmare. Because of its frightening nature, you are more likely to remember your nightmares and the vivid details. They have a bigger impact upon your waking mind&lt;a name="#ArticleContinued"&gt;. It&lt;/a&gt;s images stay with you throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for nightmares may be a way for your unconscious to get your attention about a situation or problem that you have been avoiding. It is time to take notice and confront the issue! &lt;em&gt;However, often times nightmares stem from a deeper level indicating that something is troubling you from within your subconscious.&lt;/em&gt; Discussing, analyzing, and understanding your nightmares can lead to a solution to some problem, internal conflict or personal difficulty.&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;em&gt;i've got to get this right, this time .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;do you know?&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/27013987-3192630601453155616?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3192630601453155616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3192630601453155616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3192630601453155616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3192630601453155616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightmares-are-subcategory-of-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-9085374870429939894</id><published>2009-06-11T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:45:38.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there's just too much things on my head now .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;if only, i could just fade away one day.&lt;br /&gt;without any distractions, and just listen to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;and sort my thinking out, and try to decipher the meaning behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry.&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/27013987-9085374870429939894?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/9085374870429939894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=9085374870429939894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/9085374870429939894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/9085374870429939894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-just-too-much-things-on-my-head_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1697969632388783441</id><published>2009-06-09T21:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:20:27.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything's back to normal, .. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because the problem's solved,&lt;br /&gt;but because i chose to turn a blind eye to all your lies.&lt;br /&gt;so as not to jeopardize our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;and everything's just gonna pile up, i know it will.&lt;br /&gt;when one day, i muster up the courage to tell you straight in the face about it,&lt;br /&gt;you're sure to make comments about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but so what? it's not like you're the one getting hurt by lying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, besides that.&lt;br /&gt;life has been fine, i suppose. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ... at least i survived one week of june intensive study programme already! :D&lt;br /&gt;but it's really dweary having to like, endure a subject for 2 hours. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;and you can say my mood hasn't really been the best lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when mummy came home last thursday night, ^^&lt;br /&gt;my mood feels much more happier! (:&lt;br /&gt;we were super sure that our mum would come back with permed hair,&lt;br /&gt;and no doubt, our guesses are correct. :D&lt;br /&gt;well that day, ..&lt;br /&gt;the situation's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;or, maybe lame. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;second sister: "christy, sms iris what time the bus come."&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: "oh, okay!"&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister: "huh, who's iris?"&lt;br /&gt;second sister: "christy's friend, didn't you know! she's psychic! ~ it's like she knows when the bus will come!"&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: "oh, it's coming in about 10 minutes. sub bus, 24 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister: "HUH, JIE, IRIS KNOWS WHEN THE BUS WILL COME AH (!!!) THEN LIKE THAT CAN YOU ASK HER WHETHER THE BUS WILL BE WAB OR NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: "LOL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister: "eh, jie(s)! let's bet whether the bus will be WAB. stakes, .. $10 NO! $5 .. NO! $2 .. NO! $1, .. NO! haiya, 5cents! ._."&lt;br /&gt;both: -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so after all that, we made our way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;met our dad, and had sakae sushi for dinner! ~&lt;br /&gt;while waiting at the belt area there. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;second sister was listening to the ipod, dad was just staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister: "eh jie jie pei pei (-.-), do you know when mummy is coming out?"&lt;br /&gt;second sister interupts.&lt;br /&gt;second sister: "haiya, ask paris lor!"&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: "LOL. yeah, okay. i'll go sms her right away!"&lt;br /&gt;*picks up phone and pretends to sms.&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister gives that kind of stare and asks: "jie jie, are you lying to me?"&lt;br /&gt;second sister: "where got, christy's friend knows, paris knows!"&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: "yeah lor yeah lor! anyways, oO, she says mummy's coming out in about 15 minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;(WELL, I JUST ANYHOW ESTIMATED A TIMING LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister: "i still don't believe you. then jie, like that, CAN YOU ASK PARIS WHAT COLOUR CLOTHES MUMMY WILL BE WEARING?"&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: ._. IRONIC LOL.&lt;br /&gt;it's like she doesn't believe it yet she asked another question which showed she believed us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;about 10 minutes later ..&lt;br /&gt;smallest sister: "eh, got people coming out already. where's mummy, jie?"&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: "haiya, she should be coming out soon, .. i think."&lt;br /&gt;one lady walked towards the trolley, very kan chiongly!~&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: *stared at the lady and scanned through for about 5 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;permed hair (checked!) shawl (checked!) red colour statue of liberty shirt (checked!) green bag (checked!) behaviour (checked!)&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, THAT'S MUMMY OVER THERE!"&lt;br /&gt;both sisters and dad stared over.&lt;br /&gt;dad: *STARTS WAVING FRANTICALLY*&lt;br /&gt;so we followed suit and mummy saw us. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, MY YOUNGEST SISTER IS VERY CUTE RIGHT, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;cause i think that way! :P&lt;br /&gt;and many still mistaken her as P3 kid when she's already 11, too short and chubby i guess. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after fetching her and such, she told us about the week she spent in indonesia!&lt;br /&gt;massages, treats, .. etc!&lt;br /&gt;and it's like her voice perks me up, ... ((((:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh, my mummy always knows how to make me smile, with her jokes! ~&lt;br /&gt;i missed her so so much! ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition's okay on saturday, just that the emaths paper came to me as a shock.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT IT WAS AMATHS .. -.-&lt;br /&gt;failed, badly. 33/100.&lt;br /&gt;only realising later on that i did a lot of careless mistakes (!!!!!!) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church retreat's coming up on friday.&lt;br /&gt;120609 - 150609.&lt;br /&gt;off to bintan island! ~&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still feeling upset about not being able to make it though. ~&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss enci, joanna, fedora!&lt;br /&gt;well, on a lighter note, i still have emilyn and clara, so i guess it's okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been okay, lately.&lt;br /&gt;and the cancellation of chemistry lesson was what i just needed. :D&lt;br /&gt;a break, oh yep when i went for tuition last evening.&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with jing rong and shi min, and i shared with them that dunman has night studies, on friday and soon, the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;THEY GOT A SHOCK, LIKE "HUH, WHAT! YOUR SCHOOL GOT NIGHT STUDIES?!" and another, "IF I GOT NIGHT STUDIES, I WON'T WANNA GO." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i told them about mdm S saying our batch is really lazy as compared to last year's, :P&lt;br /&gt;they were like 'OMG, our batch is super hardworking!, it's like they say i ONLY studied from 3pm and i don't end till 1am in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;.... seriously, i have no comments about that, but through them, i really feel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to start imagining myself in MJC or SAJC's uniform and work hard towards it!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe .. i should think of raffles, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about studies, my mum came to school today to meet mrs limlili.&lt;br /&gt;and halfway, she was talking about my results and suddenly she jumps to the computer topic.&lt;br /&gt;mrs limlili: "i think you should like lock up the computer and really start studying. ~~~"&lt;br /&gt;something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;when she told my mum that, i really felt like OMG DIE, no life! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, my mum just reprimanded me for using the computer, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAY I SHOULD BE STUDYING, OMG, BECAUSE MRS LIM TOLD HER IT'S MY CRITICAL YEAR THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;and initially, i was intending to go on hiatus after the june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i see very bleak hope of even surviving to go online this often this june holidays. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;i love my mum, but i'm just not used to it when she starts interfering TOO MUCH in my studies. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS, i shall hypotise myself to love studying, love night studies, love .. RAFFLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;and i think my day's gonna be great tomorrow, hahahahahahaah! ~&lt;br /&gt;going out with mortal tomorrow, ^^&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures, up next post, below, 080609! :D&lt;br /&gt;another day i guess. =.=&lt;br /&gt;blogger's being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience is a virtue . (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1697969632388783441?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1697969632388783441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1697969632388783441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1697969632388783441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1697969632388783441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/everythings-back-to-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4563753258410912187</id><published>2009-06-03T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:00:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired of having to take your lies again and again.&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just be honest with me?&lt;br /&gt;all i had to do was to make up a situation to "test" you.&lt;br /&gt;and you actually fell right through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you lied to me, again .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, mummy's coming back tomorrow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4563753258410912187?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4563753258410912187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4563753258410912187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4563753258410912187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4563753258410912187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-tired-of-having-to-take-your-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5547217967438644605</id><published>2009-06-02T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:03:46.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;perhaps, birds of the same kind flock together as one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand this.&lt;br /&gt;for example, put yourself in the deceiver's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;you had a choice of saying out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, you chose to lie because you didn't want to complicate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;what does one get from lying to another close one?&lt;br /&gt;relief, save the relationship, being at ease ..?&lt;br /&gt;but has it ever occurred to one that the one being deceived,&lt;br /&gt;does not feel this way, at all?&lt;br /&gt;instead, it's lies, deception, hurt and loss of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, put yourself in the "victim"'s shoes.&lt;br /&gt;can you feel the feeling of the person being lied to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's how i'm feeling right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to &lt;em&gt;expose your lie&lt;/em&gt; with my very own naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;you know, you can choose not to tell me the truth,&lt;br /&gt;but what you're doing is just simply, making me lose my faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;and to close up more every single time you lie to me.&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;em&gt;do unto others as you would have them do unto you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5547217967438644605?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5547217967438644605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5547217967438644605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5547217967438644605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5547217967438644605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5440595144015162597</id><published>2009-05-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:58:27.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lie, cause' i've heard it all before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same game goes around and around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still end up with nothing, but hurting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/27013987-5440595144015162597?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5440595144015162597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5440595144015162597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5440595144015162597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5440595144015162597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/lie-cause-ive-heard-it-all-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4691705775197246783</id><published>2009-05-30T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:00:02.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 more days till mummy comes home! ~&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see her back! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss her so so much. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4691705775197246783?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4691705775197246783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>22nd may 2009;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNN&lt;em&gt;twin&lt;/em&gt;! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know yourself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've done this, ages ago. but i decided to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;to see how much i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i've grown to the mature side, i think. ^^&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day's just tomorrow, and i feel i'm not really ready, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;talking about it, some of the 4C people went to the gym yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel accomplished to do:&lt;br /&gt;-3.5km of running.&lt;br /&gt;-65.7 floors of stepping on steps.&lt;br /&gt;-50 leg extension, lifting weight LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-3km of cycling.&lt;br /&gt;-a few push ups? hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, after that we were warmly welcome by bananas.&lt;br /&gt;which was supposedly heard from eugene that it'd make our legs feel better and not ache so much.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, eugene for the bananas!&lt;br /&gt;*ROARROAR* for you, LOL. (ps. inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 metres and 4 x 400metres, am i really ready for the challenge? :/&lt;br /&gt;oh yep, .. today's like the "last day" of school and i've received a form by mrs neo.&lt;br /&gt;to see hod of mathematics for failing 5 subjects. ):&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about that, my mummy just went overseas to indo this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm missing her already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2283973175913378470?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2283973175913378470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2283973175913378470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2283973175913378470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2283973175913378470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2986393260773720234</id><published>2009-05-20T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:46:25.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, details first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th may 2009.&lt;br /&gt;immediately after the last paper, we got home.&lt;br /&gt;dressed up and proceeded to the kbox at ehub.&lt;br /&gt;with, xiuwen roslin edwina chunluan jing yong eugeneng and yinglei.&lt;br /&gt;so throughout the 5 hours,&lt;br /&gt;we sang emo songs and happy songs.&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;to the extent that we started screaming into the microphone LOL.&lt;br /&gt;"SUPER NO. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, played dance para para at arcade,&lt;br /&gt;before going home with chun luan and xiu wen.&lt;br /&gt;while the rest went for dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY WAS PERFECT! :DDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went according to the plan! (:&lt;br /&gt;the surprise, the cake, the present ........ everything! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met up at 12 at kembangan platform and proceeded to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;all of us dressed up, and went out together without wearing school uniform for the first time! :D&lt;br /&gt;and we had different patterns or plain colours on our shirts,&lt;br /&gt;except for yuqi, who had a fantastic quote on her shirt! (TAKE NOTICE!)&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so our first stop was to get to the singapore flyer!&lt;br /&gt;fly, fly, fly! ~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were buying tickets, everyone took out their money, including naveeda!&lt;br /&gt;surprise #01! ;&lt;br /&gt;treat our dearest lovely birthday girl to singapore flyer! :P&lt;br /&gt;it's like her reaction was like ..&lt;br /&gt;"don't want la. i feel so bad and then blush, and say okay."&lt;br /&gt;when we convinced her that it was her birthday gift. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th may 2009, 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;we got onto the cabin, ahhhhhhhhhhh! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;and we were so so happy when we were told that we can have the whole cabin to ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;ps. usually during weekends, the place's quite crowded with tourists so it's normally shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can we scream at the top of our lungs in this cabin?"&lt;br /&gt;when we were told by the staff, that they can't hear us once the cabin is closed.&lt;br /&gt;we started screaming and hooraying once it closed.&lt;br /&gt;and ... they stared at us.&lt;br /&gt;okay, ... means the glass isn't soundproof. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine 6 crazy people running around the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;and viewing the whole of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i was feeling a little scared when we were so high up.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINE, make that very scared hahhahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious that there was camwhoring and taking sceneric views of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;but it's still such a pity that it's only half an hour! ):&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, nonetheless, we did have a lot of fun. ;D&lt;br /&gt;the peak, 165m high (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think people were thinking we're crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;we kept waving to people we didn't know, aunties uncles ah beng ah lian shuai ge meinv small boy small girl ... pilots! hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;teeeheeeee, so after we got down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kind of dragged time for ridz and yuqi to prepare for surprise #02! :D&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, roslin, xiuwen and yours truly took the birthday girl to camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;and within about half an hour, we went to the bridge below to wait for the other two!&lt;br /&gt;NAVEEDA.WAS.EXTREMELY.SHOCKED.TO.SEE.TONS.OF.WATER.BOMBS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise #02! ; we made her believed that we were playing games and teaming up.&lt;br /&gt;but in actual fact, we are all teaming up against her for the game, called bull's eye! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;16 water bombs each, since she was sweet sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;and at the end, our dearest girl got so drenched, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;we're not that wet though, teeheehee! :D ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when we gave naveeda her gift + our cards! ^^V&lt;br /&gt;she was so touched reading it that she hugged all of us, awwwwwwwww. (:&lt;br /&gt;we then reluctantly walked to the esplanade, roof terrace.&lt;br /&gt;because we were all so drained out by the chasing and running previously, haha!&lt;br /&gt;while walking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christy; "why is the present called, a present! because, .. it is a gift! :D"&lt;br /&gt;the rest; *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;yuqi; *PULL LONG FACE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching the roof terrace, we did nothing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;besides, talking camwhoring talking camwhoring lol!&lt;br /&gt;lalllallaalalalalalalal, and so cause our stomachs was grumbling. &lt;- DID I GET THAT RIGHT LOL!&lt;br /&gt;we went to marina square for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumyumyum, so after eating, we tricked naveeda again!&lt;br /&gt;surprise #03! ;&lt;br /&gt;act like we're going to the toilet, but instead, we went to get her birthday cake! :DD&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe we did went to the toilet, and xiuwen headed in the wrong direction, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, instead of going back into the shopping mall, she walked towards the dead end instead! :P&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought oreo cheese for her! and then realised that the matches were with yuqi.&lt;br /&gt;and blur sotong yuqi left it in the bag which she placed the cards with that's given to naveeda.&lt;br /&gt;luckily through ridzuan, we got it just on time to surprise her yet again.&lt;br /&gt;but it's so funny how naveeda could see through our plan, yet get so confused at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;"i have a feeling this day isn't over yet." hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling's just great when ridzuan is able to understand mandarin with all of us.&lt;br /&gt;and naveeda couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;so half the time, she didn't had any idea what was going on! lol!&lt;br /&gt;after all that surprises, birthday girl settled down to eat the cake.&lt;br /&gt;and smashes us with cream, but of course, we had our sweet revenge! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that fun, it was quite late, so we got home through mrt.&lt;br /&gt;on the mrt,&lt;br /&gt;"why is the present, called the present? because .. it is a gift! (:"&lt;br /&gt;LOL, YUQI WAS SO ANNOYED WITH ME REPEATING THAT 10 TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;because that was the quote on her shirt! haaahahahahahahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was just so memorable. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;and ridzuan's sms made me miss today already!&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwww. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, not forgetting there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, today was such a blast!&lt;br /&gt;however, it'd be more perfect if chunluan was around! ~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2986393260773720234?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2986393260773720234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2986393260773720234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2986393260773720234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2986393260773720234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/alright-details-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4732706864443894601</id><published>2009-05-19T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:47:55.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mid year exam's finally over! :D&lt;br /&gt;well, exams are not really exactly over, but ..&lt;br /&gt;at least the end of mye is something to rejoice about! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbox today was love to the maximummmmmmmm! [:&lt;br /&gt;we were super highhhh + i don't feel so awkward. :P&lt;br /&gt;well, as compared to the previous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's lovely surprise birthday celebration for naveeda! ^^&lt;br /&gt;full day out! :3&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait, woohoooooo! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details, hopefully by tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;it's like we're already planning our june holidays LOL.&lt;br /&gt;sentosa on the 1st of june 2009! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;the 7 of us! :B&lt;br /&gt;it should be ongoing unless .. mtp session is at some weird hour that day. ._.&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;talking about that, i'm so not looking forward to the results actually. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NAVEEDA! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4732706864443894601?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4732706864443894601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4732706864443894601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4732706864443894601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4732706864443894601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-year-exams-finally-over-d-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4000729697176259503</id><published>2009-05-16T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:55:41.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to run away, run away from reality .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4000729697176259503?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4000729697176259503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4000729697176259503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4000729697176259503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4000729697176259503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-run-away-run-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7319472473997110572</id><published>2009-05-15T21:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:05:51.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know it's hard to get to see me to post long long entries, but my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a happy one. :/&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so, you'd say.&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;and so i took a venture back into my archives, back into 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i read through, there were happy times.&lt;br /&gt;there were sad times, there were crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;there were fun times, there were silly times.&lt;br /&gt;there were angry times, there were confused times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. immature.&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. complain-ish.&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. open with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. hot-tempered. (OKAY MAYBE I STILL AM-.-)&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. lame.&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. happy go lucky.&lt;br /&gt;most of all,&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe that i used to be so .. funny, and clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ;&lt;br /&gt;until i read my archives, i didn't realise that i used to priortize you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;my every post, has your every name, your existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybodyknowsthatweweretogether,asone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt that we were so close last time.&lt;br /&gt;so close to the extent, that i'll miss you all, even on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you all remember, we used to do so much stupid things together.&lt;br /&gt;because we were so young and childish then.&lt;br /&gt;we don't discriminate, we don't isolate, we don't ostracize.&lt;br /&gt;we were .. amoral.&lt;br /&gt;all we wanted was just .. fun and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in spite of difficult times, we've spent it all, or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;you all were there when i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;you all were there when i was sad.&lt;br /&gt;you all were there when i was angry.&lt;br /&gt;you all were there when i was troubled.&lt;br /&gt;you all were there when i was confused.&lt;br /&gt;and ... i really felt fortunate to have you all as my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, FORTUNATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as i read these archives of 2006, it brings back to me bittersweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, the things that we've done, sounded so ridiculous that i really laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, some of the things seemed so wonderful that i couldn't help but feel bitter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why must good things come to an end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, the massive amount of lies was just too hard for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped being lame, i stopped being clingy, maybe .. i stopped being funny.&lt;br /&gt;i started .. closing up.&lt;br /&gt;and to push myself to catch up with your pace, was simply so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;even so, it hurts me when you all told me i did not try, my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped believing in this; &lt;s&gt;friends are forever.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us growing mature, all of us getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps made the unpleasant memories go away.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was the time, that made the pain fade.&lt;br /&gt;somehow or rather, i sort of "clicked" back into the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i admit, there were really times i felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;there were also times, i felt, i couldn't fit in, &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, i can't help but get pissed over the fact that you all made me sound out.&lt;br /&gt;to be like sec 1, so easily agitated and angered, when i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i realised so much things has changed.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it was due to keeping things to self kind of behaviour, made you all feel that i don't trust you all.&lt;br /&gt;so whenever i'm feeling down, you all won't know.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i can't help but wish that you all were still there for me when i really needed you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you all have been there, perhaps i'm just not aware of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt our friendship was broken, within me.&lt;br /&gt;i could no longer find the happygolucky behaviour in me.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to make you all feel that you all are really important to me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn't have existed, at least in your world.&lt;br /&gt;or anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found out that i have very very low self esteem, despite being a leader.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so inferior when i'm with you all.&lt;br /&gt;till today, we're still together.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that never changed is that:&lt;br /&gt;i am still very dependent, on you all.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, my best memories was actually .. you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to search back for what was taken away.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that we've stopped trying to care for one another.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe that was what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should really let go of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;or to continue to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;but the harder you try to pull a friendship back.&lt;br /&gt;the further it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so .. i chose to let this out.&lt;br /&gt;because i cherished you all so.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know why, i keep having a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;to run away, from the truth, from you all, from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we used to be so happy together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened to us now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so have i changed, .. or have you all changed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7319472473997110572?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7319472473997110572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7319472473997110572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7319472473997110572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7319472473997110572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-its-hard-to-get-to-see-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-8135131969630588793</id><published>2009-05-14T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:49:30.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;why can't i just find the motivation .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-8135131969630588793?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/8135131969630588793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=8135131969630588793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8135131969630588793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8135131969630588793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-cant-i-just-find-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5171077888307768200</id><published>2009-05-12T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:22:53.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geography down!&lt;br /&gt;chemistry and literature tomorrow! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;DIE DIE DIE. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRUGGLING TO STUDY CHEMISTRY AND LIT.&lt;br /&gt;till.&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;yuqi told me that lit paper 1's is to kill a mocking bird and unseen prose.&lt;br /&gt;and not a midsummer night's dream.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG, i studied the wrong thing. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few more papers to go,&lt;br /&gt;jiayou to everyone! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;hang in there! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess, .. i'm being too sensitive again .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5171077888307768200?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5171077888307768200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5171077888307768200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5171077888307768200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5171077888307768200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/geography-down-chemistry-and-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2673712120973499930</id><published>2009-05-10T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:31:48.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, i started thinking, thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if i said, i'm sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah, right. who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm a strong girl.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ironic .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2673712120973499930?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2673712120973499930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2673712120973499930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2673712120973499930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2673712120973499930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-i-started-thinking-thinking-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3925554647425751037</id><published>2009-05-09T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:13:54.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8th may 2009;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th may 2009;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA GIRLFRIEND! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;done with social studies and maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;next to conquer, geographyyyyy! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mortal's motivation, yes i can do it! ~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i feel so lazy to update nowadays. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shouldn't have said it .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i must have been a lousy angel right, sorry.&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/27013987-3925554647425751037?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3925554647425751037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3925554647425751037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3925554647425751037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3925554647425751037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/8th-may-2009-happy-birthday-mummy-9th.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5186010290085015556</id><published>2009-05-07T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:11:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's only the 3rd day of the mid year examinations.&lt;br /&gt;and i've already screwed up my languages. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, but that also marks the end of my languages exam.&lt;br /&gt;time to concentrate on humanities, sciences and mathematics now! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies, maths tomorrow! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;chiong ahhhhhh! ~~~~~~~~ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5186010290085015556?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5186010290085015556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5186010290085015556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5186010290085015556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5186010290085015556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-only-3rd-day-of-mid-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5662533355210141729</id><published>2009-05-04T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:45:50.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;was this the right thing to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midyear is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;so gambatte everyone! ~ :DDD&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to post entries if time allows it.&lt;br /&gt;if not, after 19th may okay! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5662533355210141729?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5662533355210141729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5662533355210141729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5662533355210141729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5662533355210141729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-feeling-worried-really-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5982718055668997526</id><published>2009-05-03T21:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:25:44.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL SEARCHING.</title><content type='html'>did a lot of soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, there's this sudden fact that i've finally came to realize.&lt;br /&gt;knowledge learnt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it takes a lot of time and effort to know one person's true self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it looks easy.&lt;br /&gt;but when you really boil down to putting in the time, effort, and patience.&lt;br /&gt;then, it'd dawn upon you how tiring and dweary it gets.&lt;br /&gt;and you'll feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you finally grasp it,&lt;br /&gt;there's this undescribed happiness you have within you.&lt;br /&gt;and because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you better now, and i'm not going to give up on our friendship .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5982718055668997526?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5982718055668997526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5982718055668997526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5982718055668997526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5982718055668997526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-lot-of-soul-searching-and-somehow.html' title='SOUL SEARCHING.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7595602368179835442</id><published>2009-04-30T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:30:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's been really really hectic these few weeks. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;it's like school study school study school study school study. ):&lt;br /&gt;i have a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tomorrow's the start of may!&lt;br /&gt;and the whole of april consisted on mainly these events.&lt;br /&gt;; - Speech day 2009, 240409.&lt;br /&gt;; - Stepping down from NPCC, 250409.&lt;br /&gt;; - SYF for guitar, 270409.&lt;br /&gt;; - April Fool's, hahaha, 010409. :B&lt;br /&gt;; - Emilyn's birthday, 030409.&lt;br /&gt;; - Dad's birthday, 040409.&lt;br /&gt;; - Easter, Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;; - school, school and more school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since today's the last day of april,&lt;br /&gt;it means that mid-years' coming in ... 5 days time. ._.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. T_T&lt;br /&gt;5th - 19th May 2009.&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyyyy, two weeks of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topics; EVERYTHING LEARNT FROM SEC 3. x.X&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm still not done with lots of homework and .. mrs neo's essay.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i feel so screwed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, ..... long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;and study study study sessions.&lt;br /&gt;so for fantastic farah WOOOOOOOOOO, for blue old blue old, for L to the power of 2, for classssssss, for raffles (!!!), for never never compromise, for the snacks..&lt;br /&gt;(hahahahahahahahaha, it may seem no sense but this is 4C's jokes. :D)&lt;br /&gt;and for the 7A1s from O's.&lt;br /&gt;i shall hynotize myself to love studying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4C - probably the best class in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHO-HOHOHOHOHO, HOWWWWW, WOOOOOOOO! ~&lt;br /&gt;gambatte christy lim shin pei! ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying with MORTAL tomorrow! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'll be fine .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7595602368179835442?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7595602368179835442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7595602368179835442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7595602368179835442'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die die die die die die die die die die die die die die. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's literature night study.&lt;br /&gt;thursday's english night study.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG HOW. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3453596647665269555?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3453596647665269555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3453596647665269555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3453596647665269555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3453596647665269555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-no-inspiration-for-mrs-neos-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3787468189237077414</id><published>2009-04-22T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:52:31.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it just doesn't feel the same anymore .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我们始终还是回到了原点 .&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/27013987-3787468189237077414?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3787468189237077414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3787468189237077414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3787468189237077414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3787468189237077414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-just-doesnt-feel-same-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4584203244434515156</id><published>2009-04-16T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:30:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm always a step behind .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-7801274713682533164</id><published>2009-04-12T17:48:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:44:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Emilyn's surprise bday celebration! ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original plan (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;~to meet clara at 3 at tampines interchange.&lt;br /&gt;~to finish getting everything by 3.40 latest.&lt;br /&gt;~to meet joanna at tm at 3.45.&lt;br /&gt;~to meet enci, fedora etc at pasir ris platform by 4.&lt;br /&gt;~to reach mjc by 4.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and this was the situation on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;imagine, you were me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fedora pangsehed us. (choir! O: )&lt;br /&gt;~clara was tired from her dental appt ( -.-, OKAY.)&lt;br /&gt;~met joanna on time though. (:&lt;br /&gt;~enci was SUPER LATE. (cause wait for &lt;em&gt;momoren&lt;/em&gt;. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;~reached mjc around 4++?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, that's just so .. not right.&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;but the surprise still worked out! [:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to teokaiting and company who helped drag the time.&lt;br /&gt;love you manzxc, senior! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now.&lt;br /&gt;back to the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while at mjc bus stop, we were blowing balloons, touching up the present and joanna, .. hugged onto the bear all this while. -.- LOL. everyone in the bus was literally staring at clara and enci as they blew the balloons. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHKoygFftI/AAAAAAAADQ4/up6oeGRURPM/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323759036628565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHKoygFftI/AAAAAAAADQ4/up6oeGRURPM/s400/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHKojhdEcI/AAAAAAAADQw/bbie9hoEPDY/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323759032607773122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHKojhdEcI/AAAAAAAADQw/bbie9hoEPDY/s400/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ4hHgfoI/AAAAAAAADQY/dHEsSVHcXf8/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758207328353922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ4hHgfoI/AAAAAAAADQY/dHEsSVHcXf8/s400/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ3v6hVNI/AAAAAAAADQI/Q_H8i1wcuqg/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758194120545490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ3v6hVNI/AAAAAAAADQI/Q_H8i1wcuqg/s400/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and so, as i was writing '17!' on the balloon, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ3nz0KBI/AAAAAAAADQA/c6npVH_LpKU/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758191944935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ3nz0KBI/AAAAAAAADQA/c6npVH_LpKU/s400/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joanna covered her ears cause she was afraid it'd burst! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ3YbSvSI/AAAAAAAADP4/jl3KoMu3uhI/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323758187815550242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHJ3YbSvSI/AAAAAAAADP4/jl3KoMu3uhI/s400/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joanna: *asks a question*&lt;br /&gt;enci: ignores her and continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI7FZA0XI/AAAAAAAADPw/BnQbdanRSc4/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323757151913562482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI7FZA0XI/AAAAAAAADPw/BnQbdanRSc4/s400/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enci: TADA! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ps. please take note of the purple balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally after about minutes and minutes, and telling kaiting soon and soon,we settled off to the main gate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI62t7hYI/AAAAAAAADPo/3Ahp_nbXhaE/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323757147974763906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI62t7hYI/AAAAAAAADPo/3Ahp_nbXhaE/s400/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI6ofuR7I/AAAAAAAADPg/_OmRM9YSHQ8/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323757144157079474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI6ofuR7I/AAAAAAAADPg/_OmRM9YSHQ8/s400/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI6vKmuYI/AAAAAAAADPY/UaEYvzpUm9E/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323757145947552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHI6vKmuYI/AAAAAAAADPY/UaEYvzpUm9E/s400/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOTICE THE CREAMER ON CLARA'S HAND. AND THE CAKE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, clara splitted ways with us.&lt;br /&gt;because we thought emilyn's at the other bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;so we took a separate route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHH_gXaasI/AAAAAAAADO4/YjFZZ-9HEjs/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323756128362457794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHH_gXaasI/AAAAAAAADO4/YjFZZ-9HEjs/s400/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHH_W4u6sI/AAAAAAAADOw/3eqW306M1pM/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323756125817858754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHH_W4u6sI/AAAAAAAADOw/3eqW306M1pM/s400/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enci: eh? how come something's missing?&lt;br /&gt;clara: EHHHHHH! THE PURPLE BALLOON FLEW ACROSS THE STREET ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPERWOMAN TO THE RESCUE! O:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHH_CThrFI/AAAAAAAADOo/gpsf4r5uzGs/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323756120293092434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHH_CThrFI/AAAAAAAADOo/gpsf4r5uzGs/s400/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG5A1MBYI/AAAAAAAADOg/ikqiq7Axq2s/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323754917306566018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG5A1MBYI/AAAAAAAADOg/ikqiq7Axq2s/s400/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sooooooo. just as i thought the purple balloon'd be safe.&lt;br /&gt;"POMMMMM!" goes the purple balloon. ):&lt;br /&gt;wlao eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it ended up that emilyn was still in the school.&lt;br /&gt;thus, we got ready outside the main gate. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG40PD1qI/AAAAAAAADOY/6hW47Y8ivMk/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323754913925420706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG40PD1qI/AAAAAAAADOY/6hW47Y8ivMk/s400/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as emilyn was walking out,&lt;br /&gt;the situation was really funny because clara walked past the main gate on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;yet emilyn didn't notice her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so clara turned back and did the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara: hey, emilyn!&lt;br /&gt;rest of us: *watching*&lt;br /&gt;emilyn: *AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" (DAMN HIGH-PITCHED)&lt;br /&gt;rest of us: *laugh like mad* (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323754904524324786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG4RNqf7I/AAAAAAAADOI/9iiQ1g5Qr1E/s400/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;SEE THE GREEN BAG, the cake! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead, it became international friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;even kaiting gets a share. (:&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW, EMILYN THAT'S SO SWEET OF YOU LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG4utQqhI/AAAAAAAADOQ/uGUK0bq5ASE/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323754912441477650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHG4utQqhI/AAAAAAAADOQ/uGUK0bq5ASE/s400/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFR0y-F_I/AAAAAAAADN4/35ZZOZ7s4mQ/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753144549513202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFR0y-F_I/AAAAAAAADN4/35ZZOZ7s4mQ/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emilyn screaming at her bunch of friends for betrayying her by running off LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRv1NfdI/AAAAAAAADNw/LZk2wLh0R6c/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753143216733650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRv1NfdI/AAAAAAAADNw/LZk2wLh0R6c/s400/DSC01518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she was too creamyyyyyy :B, so she went to the toilet to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting, we took photos of the present. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRdJy0AI/AAAAAAAADNo/IPvG3N7DmHA/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753138202791938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRdJy0AI/AAAAAAAADNo/IPvG3N7DmHA/s400/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joanna's jealous because this bear is bigger than the one we gave her. HAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRa1aUCI/AAAAAAAADNg/uefJq05U6QE/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753137580429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRa1aUCI/AAAAAAAADNg/uefJq05U6QE/s400/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRAmVbLI/AAAAAAAADNY/xqsihmdkETU/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753130537872562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHFRAmVbLI/AAAAAAAADNY/xqsihmdkETU/s400/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHEKJ-01ZI/AAAAAAAADNQ/AkIrn065EfA/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323751913285801362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHEKJ-01ZI/AAAAAAAADNQ/AkIrn065EfA/s400/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo.. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the cake?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHEJ9aMbeI/AAAAAAAADNI/6xeSN05oAuI/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323751909910932962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHEJ9aMbeI/AAAAAAAADNI/6xeSN05oAuI/s400/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we know who to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; entrust the cake next time to eh. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHEJ03oyUI/AAAAAAAADNA/T7v3Gq2EV7A/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323751907618507074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHEJ03oyUI/AAAAAAAADNA/T7v3Gq2EV7A/s400/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHC0FQLqSI/AAAAAAAADMY/Dp2RiTq98D8/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750434547673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHC0FQLqSI/AAAAAAAADMY/Dp2RiTq98D8/s400/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;clara's the best mama to give lashings to small little kiddos like furdora HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHCz4O4LPI/AAAAAAAADMQ/SEHqONXw68Q/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750431052541170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHCz4O4LPI/AAAAAAAADMQ/SEHqONXw68Q/s400/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHCztvKjKI/AAAAAAAADMI/T0fonQuT1gU/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323750428235173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHCztvKjKI/AAAAAAAADMI/T0fonQuT1gU/s400/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^^ OMG OMG OMG SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHBAtTbaOI/AAAAAAAADMA/QQx3LEaePus/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748452433881314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHBAtTbaOI/AAAAAAAADMA/QQx3LEaePus/s400/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TARGET SPOTTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHBAbRylgI/AAAAAAAADL4/B9ajbJXD6dU/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748447595173378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHBAbRylgI/AAAAAAAADL4/B9ajbJXD6dU/s400/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh my tian, look at her hair. horrible terrible vegetable! haahhahahhahhahaa. xP&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it stinked real bad. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt toilet! so while the queen was washing her hair, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHBADfjEjI/AAAAAAAADLw/dQdWFkdFc2w/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748441210425906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHBADfjEjI/AAAAAAAADLw/dQdWFkdFc2w/s400/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHA_l3CImI/AAAAAAAADLg/YQkqn4F4eMQ/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748433255866978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHA_l3CImI/AAAAAAAADLg/YQkqn4F4eMQ/s400/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enci decided to self-entertain herself, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG-zRG5rJI/AAAAAAAADKw/ijmRrnsb4Eo/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323746022503591058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG-zRG5rJI/AAAAAAAADKw/ijmRrnsb4Eo/s400/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG-zJGRSQI/AAAAAAAADKo/up9iTL1PtHc/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323746020353460482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG-zJGRSQI/AAAAAAAADKo/up9iTL1PtHc/s400/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU SEE, I TOLD YOU JOANNA KEPT ON HUGGING THE BEAR. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got to kopitam since joanna said she was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG-yl__8iI/AAAAAAAADKQ/WJI68lPicUQ/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323746010931917346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG-yl__8iI/AAAAAAAADKQ/WJI68lPicUQ/s400/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG9yZIWXhI/AAAAAAAADJ4/IwjQC7fhK2I/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323744907965652498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG9yZIWXhI/AAAAAAAADJ4/IwjQC7fhK2I/s400/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG9x5-CLJI/AAAAAAAADJo/nFVhC_FbU4c/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323744899600886930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG9x5-CLJI/AAAAAAAADJo/nFVhC_FbU4c/s400/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG764kmrmI/AAAAAAAADJg/qa6jWcpiFKM/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323742854821359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG764kmrmI/AAAAAAAADJg/qa6jWcpiFKM/s400/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, ENCI BEING SMASHED BY A CO2 BALLOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76oJ_LTI/AAAAAAAADJY/trdotbvW4ZE/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323742850414751026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76oJ_LTI/AAAAAAAADJY/trdotbvW4ZE/s400/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76TAP8gI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Qeb671oydaw/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323742844736762370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76TAP8gI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Qeb671oydaw/s400/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76EKu6jI/AAAAAAAADJI/kkBmkq4zbIU/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323742840754203186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76EKu6jI/AAAAAAAADJI/kkBmkq4zbIU/s400/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76Jrt3bI/AAAAAAAADJA/piQdidVIdFU/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323742842234723762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG76Jrt3bI/AAAAAAAADJA/piQdidVIdFU/s400/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG6t0-f9II/AAAAAAAADIw/gZCFcdoz9v0/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741531006301314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG6t0-f9II/AAAAAAAADIw/gZCFcdoz9v0/s400/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG5zlJtMyI/AAAAAAAADIA/Czq07gvfItU/s1600-h/Piece0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323740530325926690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG5zlJtMyI/AAAAAAAADIA/Czq07gvfItU/s400/Piece0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG5zfJriaI/AAAAAAAADHw/g8sZDg9Ww0Y/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323740528715205026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG5zfJriaI/AAAAAAAADHw/g8sZDg9Ww0Y/s400/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. WTH. ENCI, .... FOR THE SECOND TIME (!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;guess she really loves getting squashed by balloons eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end off with this!~ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741529161551298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeG6tuGrTcI/AAAAAAAADIo/BXlcuQIda_Q/s400/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sweet seventeenth woman! ^^&lt;br /&gt;you know we all love you right~&lt;br /&gt;muacks! haahaahahaaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today's just church, lunch at century square.&lt;br /&gt;checked out the new tampines 1 opposite.&lt;br /&gt;i saw many shops which i think i'd love in time to come. ^^&lt;br /&gt;and bought clothes at uniqlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the one which requires queueing up before you can go in.&lt;br /&gt;it's really crowded, but worth the trip. (:&lt;br /&gt;especially urban write and some japanese food shop beside it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like daiso, popular and more than words are going to lose their business soon.&lt;br /&gt;haha! (: off to a hectic week!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunmannpcc's got GOLD for UOPA.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna be one of the cadet spectators to view the prize ceremony this coming saturday.&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me how honoured i am,&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;as much as being the richest person in the world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i've got a sudden thought of coming back as a CI.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, weird but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;that idea's in my head since .. this year. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next weekend, take care! :D&lt;br /&gt;and study hard for mye! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7801274713682533164?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7801274713682533164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7801274713682533164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7801274713682533164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7801274713682533164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-2.html' title='Part 2.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeHKoygFftI/AAAAAAAADQ4/up6oeGRURPM/s72-c/DSC01492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-5777835303766778610</id><published>2009-04-10T19:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:13:45.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1.</title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church camp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl6N_iBaI/AAAAAAAADHo/cP415UmiKv4/s1600-h/DSC06463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323437179159053730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl6N_iBaI/AAAAAAAADHo/cP415UmiKv4/s400/DSC06463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl50gY4tI/AAAAAAAADHg/vkiVv08Dbpg/s1600-h/DSC06459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323437172317545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl50gY4tI/AAAAAAAADHg/vkiVv08Dbpg/s400/DSC06459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl5lOvpvI/AAAAAAAADHY/u6vA-kG-N9Q/s1600-h/DSC06166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323437168217007858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl5lOvpvI/AAAAAAAADHY/u6vA-kG-N9Q/s400/DSC06166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's birthday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl5c6ovAI/AAAAAAAADHQ/nwTkQZSO-IU/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323437165985184770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl5c6ovAI/AAAAAAAADHQ/nwTkQZSO-IU/s400/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise bday celebration for both lijin and sheryl TYF;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl5Cost6I/AAAAAAAADHI/2NPpda3gsTs/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323437158930626466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl5Cost6I/AAAAAAAADHI/2NPpda3gsTs/s400/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjkHc9LDI/AAAAAAAADHA/1G69iYiQqRk/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323434600423042098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjkHc9LDI/AAAAAAAADHA/1G69iYiQqRk/s400/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjj4VDUiI/AAAAAAAADG4/cjK3WN4BZLs/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323434596363358754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjj4VDUiI/AAAAAAAADG4/cjK3WN4BZLs/s400/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjjnuADGI/AAAAAAAADGw/2QO5nYdfCl0/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323434591904599138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjjnuADGI/AAAAAAAADGw/2QO5nYdfCl0/s400/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjjZ00o5I/AAAAAAAADGo/aRjm941D6HM/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323434588175115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjjZ00o5I/AAAAAAAADGo/aRjm941D6HM/s400/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjjHvfuHI/AAAAAAAADGg/4KTqqrT2G5U/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323434583320934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCjjHvfuHI/AAAAAAAADGg/4KTqqrT2G5U/s400/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were supposed to build sandcastles but the rain disappointed us! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiQjNDIrI/AAAAAAAADGY/ztds6U7tNWY/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433164763505330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiQjNDIrI/AAAAAAAADGY/ztds6U7tNWY/s400/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jorim and lijin trying to 'protect' the bicycles. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiQTo_bFI/AAAAAAAADGQ/MBTdTY_rel8/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433160585735250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiQTo_bFI/AAAAAAAADGQ/MBTdTY_rel8/s400/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a noob playing para para LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiQDIIilI/AAAAAAAADGI/vmIxe4hR9bs/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433156152953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiQDIIilI/AAAAAAAADGI/vmIxe4hR9bs/s400/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiP6LkbcI/AAAAAAAADGA/3N5akmv3Qdw/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433153751444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiP6LkbcI/AAAAAAAADGA/3N5akmv3Qdw/s400/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gosh, look at the horrible shape of the cake. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiPpUKdKI/AAAAAAAADF4/EqHRkcX_RjQ/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433149224088738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCiPpUKdKI/AAAAAAAADF4/EqHRkcX_RjQ/s400/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh wells, what do you expect from sheryl TYF. HAHAHAHAHA. OMG. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgEVTuvsI/AAAAAAAADFw/XdW3upujVgY/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430755851747010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgEVTuvsI/AAAAAAAADFw/XdW3upujVgY/s400/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgD9MgtkI/AAAAAAAADFo/R3e7Voe5pC8/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430749379016258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgD9MgtkI/AAAAAAAADFo/R3e7Voe5pC8/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgDQnQ3mI/AAAAAAAADFg/4x1xSDxmeKY/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430737411628642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgDQnQ3mI/AAAAAAAADFg/4x1xSDxmeKY/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday girls at 75 metres range. teehee! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgDAB40DI/AAAAAAAADFY/Gq8Y3iEeTv0/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430732959895602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgDAB40DI/AAAAAAAADFY/Gq8Y3iEeTv0/s400/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgC3yBdbI/AAAAAAAADFQ/_1q9Jwh1kik/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430730745869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCgC3yBdbI/AAAAAAAADFQ/_1q9Jwh1kik/s400/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roslin's birthday preparation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaC89h4aI/AAAAAAAADE0/oANp3gViceo/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424135066542498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaC89h4aI/AAAAAAAADE0/oANp3gViceo/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what you see from singaporean aunties bargaining at the market.&lt;br /&gt;ps. i meant the one in &lt;em&gt;green&lt;/em&gt;, only. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaCuRTzGI/AAAAAAAADEs/agjAcJSjrhE/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424131122973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaCuRTzGI/AAAAAAAADEs/agjAcJSjrhE/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and immature behaviour from unsensible adolescents. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaCAhENoI/AAAAAAAADEk/DYSiNc1xEyI/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424118841030274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaCAhENoI/AAAAAAAADEk/DYSiNc1xEyI/s400/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaB_HhcyI/AAAAAAAADEc/mbSJjyU79SQ/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424118465458978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCaB_HhcyI/AAAAAAAADEc/mbSJjyU79SQ/s400/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXFrbGOjI/AAAAAAAADEU/BndL03p0U0k/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420883363445298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXFrbGOjI/AAAAAAAADEU/BndL03p0U0k/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so xiuwen failed an attempt into pranking stripe-py girl and she was gloating ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXFQD8cYI/AAAAAAAADEM/fP3k57Sgv2U/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420876018577794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXFQD8cYI/AAAAAAAADEM/fP3k57Sgv2U/s400/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so pink girl and green lady had their revenge, as shown above. Haha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: if you're sensitive to melodramatic mama(s) acting idiotic and making goofy faces, please do not scroll any further. but should you choose to do so, and anything unpleasant happens, please refer to this person; YOUR OWN SELF. :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXFM23OMI/AAAAAAAADEE/DAHdjM6XaEQ/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420875158403266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXFM23OMI/AAAAAAAADEE/DAHdjM6XaEQ/s400/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when two gooses meet, this is how they greet the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXEzbJSZI/AAAAAAAADD8/OIKK_FnRrfI/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420868331260306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXEzbJSZI/AAAAAAAADD8/OIKK_FnRrfI/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is what happens when one outstands the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXEngOvbI/AAAAAAAADD0/W8PaNFnEDGM/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420865131363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCXEngOvbI/AAAAAAAADD0/W8PaNFnEDGM/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......... let's just say they are les, goose-lovers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;SEEEEEEEEE, SO DRAMATIC, oh my tian! x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVYSlTDsI/AAAAAAAADDs/1HFmk-LxF0k/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323419004089601730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVYSlTDsI/AAAAAAAADDs/1HFmk-LxF0k/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVYLYY7uI/AAAAAAAADDk/Kj_ntBH38-c/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323419002156412642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVYLYY7uI/AAAAAAAADDk/Kj_ntBH38-c/s400/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVX6pPnnI/AAAAAAAADDc/nrzR6-X0gDM/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323418997663702642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVX6pPnnI/AAAAAAAADDc/nrzR6-X0gDM/s400/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVXoF_ikI/AAAAAAAADDU/QNKNgi80p6s/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323418992684010050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVXoF_ikI/AAAAAAAADDU/QNKNgi80p6s/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, she's trying to count her first numbers. LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVXGoj5nI/AAAAAAAADDM/4m2rfykYX04/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323418983702193778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCVXGoj5nI/AAAAAAAADDM/4m2rfykYX04/s400/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTl9tCsGI/AAAAAAAADDE/AUPVKRzdgZI/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417039979851874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTl9tCsGI/AAAAAAAADDE/AUPVKRzdgZI/s400/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTlhb8txI/AAAAAAAADC8/B1FxjYFuNVw/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417032391964434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTlhb8txI/AAAAAAAADC8/B1FxjYFuNVw/s400/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sometimes, it's scary to have a friend who like to scare the hell out of other people by displaying her spastic behaviour HAHAH! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTldIDqRI/AAAAAAAADC0/Gh7JNfwLN-o/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417031234791698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTldIDqRI/AAAAAAAADC0/Gh7JNfwLN-o/s400/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTlZVNSwI/AAAAAAAADCs/gAaJibw--h0/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417030216207106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTlZVNSwI/AAAAAAAADCs/gAaJibw--h0/s400/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roslin's favourite. (: RIGHT, CHIA LIN! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTk0ugo9I/AAAAAAAADCk/aA61CYwYzfU/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417020390220754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCTk0ugo9I/AAAAAAAADCk/aA61CYwYzfU/s400/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they were experimenting in an area i wasn't good at, so i was in charge of taking photos instead! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRmt69GKI/AAAAAAAADCc/5umHD4OUlCE/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323414853899851938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRmt69GKI/AAAAAAAADCc/5umHD4OUlCE/s400/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRmfd1MVI/AAAAAAAADCU/IQ_XNY6JmlE/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323414850019602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRmfd1MVI/AAAAAAAADCU/IQ_XNY6JmlE/s400/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRmCOr0rI/AAAAAAAADCM/dxQQn64RWLA/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323414842171445938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRmCOr0rI/AAAAAAAADCM/dxQQn64RWLA/s400/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRl5vbl_I/AAAAAAAADCE/1VQuehby22E/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323414839892875250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRl5vbl_I/AAAAAAAADCE/1VQuehby22E/s400/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay! ambassador for mcchicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRlhn0INI/AAAAAAAADB8/1bYDr4Wx89Q/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323414833418477778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCRlhn0INI/AAAAAAAADB8/1bYDr4Wx89Q/s400/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ambassador for fillet o fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP9U-reDI/AAAAAAAADB0/Sw86kwx73j8/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323413043318323250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP9U-reDI/AAAAAAAADB0/Sw86kwx73j8/s400/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP9NFTuoI/AAAAAAAADBs/PzMjyDxEO6s/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323413041198643842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP9NFTuoI/AAAAAAAADBs/PzMjyDxEO6s/s400/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP83xdyrI/AAAAAAAADBk/jllAyrXkvQ8/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323413035478272690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP83xdyrI/AAAAAAAADBk/jllAyrXkvQ8/s400/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP8Z2_l5I/AAAAAAAADBU/ittpEVIHc8g/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323413027448395666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCP8Z2_l5I/AAAAAAAADBU/ittpEVIHc8g/s400/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ambassador for &lt;s&gt;sony ericsson&lt;/s&gt; OOPS, I MEAN MEATBALL. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year greeting day #01;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOThwKVwI/AAAAAAAADBM/1VeVQODNL4g/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411225680959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOThwKVwI/AAAAAAAADBM/1VeVQODNL4g/s400/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOTc69FEI/AAAAAAAADBE/nuo1JDvWldQ/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411224384050242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOTc69FEI/AAAAAAAADBE/nuo1JDvWldQ/s400/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOTBgmGrI/AAAAAAAADA8/3iA25Qrqsto/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411217025735346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOTBgmGrI/AAAAAAAADA8/3iA25Qrqsto/s400/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOTF5QSGI/AAAAAAAADA0/Xtc-8keiVbw/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411218202904674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOTF5QSGI/AAAAAAAADA0/Xtc-8keiVbw/s400/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOSxuYMeI/AAAAAAAADAs/DmAQHzTG-Pg/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323411212788576738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCOSxuYMeI/AAAAAAAADAs/DmAQHzTG-Pg/s400/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNvTX7rzI/AAAAAAAADAk/uKYmKXHyh2k/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410603345948466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNvTX7rzI/AAAAAAAADAk/uKYmKXHyh2k/s400/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNvFyeApI/AAAAAAAADAc/HZyMSuPs0Ik/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410599699153554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNvFyeApI/AAAAAAAADAc/HZyMSuPs0Ik/s400/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNvHMEFTI/AAAAAAAADAU/qmGy-V_bwQA/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410600074941746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNvHMEFTI/AAAAAAAADAU/qmGy-V_bwQA/s400/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNu0Shm-I/AAAAAAAADAM/umkBPhLCHto/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410595001768930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNu0Shm-I/AAAAAAAADAM/umkBPhLCHto/s400/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyborg she outing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNutU7ogI/AAAAAAAADAE/1GsObREY8z0/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323410593132814850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCNutU7ogI/AAAAAAAADAE/1GsObREY8z0/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY .....&lt;br /&gt;i took like 3 hours to upload 60 photos. T_T&lt;br /&gt;but this is just part 1 of .. everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've still got emilyn's surprise birthday celebration, and handphone photos coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if not, it'll be by next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging period starts .. long ago.&lt;br /&gt;but for those who hasn't, start NOW before it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how does it feel like when something which has always been there suddenly goes missing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/27013987-5777835303766778610?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5777835303766778610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5777835303766778610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5777835303766778610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5777835303766778610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-1.html' title='Part 1.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SeCl6N_iBaI/AAAAAAAADHo/cP415UmiKv4/s72-c/DSC06463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-1746909288396036036</id><published>2009-04-08T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:54:27.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a change of blog song since i was getting tired of listening to the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;these few days, i seem to be rather having odd mixed up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't understand why i like &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; songs nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now, was that supposed to an ominous sign? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i forgot to update something v.v.v.v.v. important!&lt;br /&gt;4C had its BYOAKBD on .. some day in march. :D&lt;br /&gt;ps. BYOAKBD stands for Bring.Your.Own.Adam.Khoo.Bag.Day. :B&lt;br /&gt;out of 41 of us, at least more than half the class participated! ~&lt;br /&gt;how enthusiastic can we get (!!!!) ^^&lt;br /&gt;but there's room for improvement, i believe! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the next BYOAKBD soon! ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i'm still strongly think that Mdm S.'s crazy for giving us 5 worksheets of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is that we have to all finish it by tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, this reminds me. i have to so finish the participants' list by tomorrow. T_T&lt;br /&gt;talking about tomorrow, i'm in speech day supporting contingent, main team! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;shall find one of those days to post a really long entry alright!&lt;br /&gt;promise, unless something goes awry. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, toodles! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if the people you often thought could be trusted most, ends up hurting you the most .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1746909288396036036?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1746909288396036036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1746909288396036036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1746909288396036036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1746909288396036036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-of-blog-song-since-i-was-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1021032653076853764</id><published>2009-04-05T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:18:04.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7R9SFBLvIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7R9SFBLvIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought this video is really funny but it made a lot of sense, especially about what mothers have been talking to us on a daily basis. well, at least it's applicable to my mum. :B hehh! :D like how mothers could be so noble, though at times they maybe a little too naggy. but that's because our parents loves us! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you all wanna watch it, i'm afraid you all will have to wait till the music player on my blog ends or something. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was HRC at pulau ubin. and while on the way to the campsite, we did cheers, i think for at least an hour? i seriously think we're so hyped up! ~ we even did cheers with .. uh, some area 6 schools. and i heard some new cheers, like flee fly &lt;em&gt;alphabet&lt;/em&gt;. ._. weird, i know. but it actually existed. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while there, we played ARC (it should be called advanced rope course) and flying fox which was about 4 - 5 storeys high. and the feeling of jumping off it is simply intense and exciting (!!!) and i feel a sense of accomplishment because i completed both, without giving up. and that's something i felt i should be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. i used to be afraid of heights. O:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i had a fair share of the word 'brillant' that day. i think only some people get what i'm saying. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was such a pity that it wasn't our area's HRC. but the best part is .. we weren't alone! eastview and siglap joined us. lol! ~ and i swear that we were the most crazy and retarded school there because we kept on screaming for ourselves, "BRILLANT" and for other schools. while the other schools stared at us like some retarded fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't mind though; because we were certain we'd be remembered. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's night studies? -.- i felt kinda reluctant doing free writing. especially when you are faced with such topics such as jokes or describe a joke you played which resulted in undesirable conequences. something like that. i felt like i took &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never gonna write another expository essay next time. nearly killed my brain cells. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emilyn's surprise birthday celebration? haha, mark my words. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS A ULTIMATE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS. :D&lt;/strong&gt; we managed to soak her in whipped cream and we finished everything on time. now, that's considered a success, right? :P lazy to elaborate further. shall elaborate when i have the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dear girl, we hoped you really had fun that day. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, not to forget. yesterday's daddy's birthday so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one last thing, my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english; C6.&lt;br /&gt;hmt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; F9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emaths; B3.&lt;br /&gt;amaths; A1.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;physics; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ss/geog; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;literature; B3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, i dropped pure sciences too, to combined.&lt;br /&gt;after much consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesn't the feeling suck when you've came to realise that;&lt;br /&gt;every aspect of your life seems like a failure?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1021032653076853764?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1021032653076853764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1021032653076853764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1021032653076853764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1021032653076853764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1472168436262818909</id><published>2009-04-01T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:00:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that i'm finished with the tasks i have to do online,&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to complete my mission! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1472168436262818909?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1472168436262818909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1472168436262818909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1472168436262818909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1472168436262818909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/04/off-to-complete-my-mission-ddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-6467903573078411279</id><published>2009-03-31T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:28:54.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what have i been doing with myself for this last 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;drowning in depression? ._.&lt;br /&gt;that's so not me, but i must say it's the lowest i've ever felt for the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;and now that, i'm back to who i am.&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue with life, because the journey ahead would be tough.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure, i'd be stronger than who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happy 16th birthday (: to;&lt;br /&gt;-Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;-Eugene Ng.&lt;br /&gt;-Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a thousand lies .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-6467903573078411279?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/6467903573078411279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=6467903573078411279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6467903573078411279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6467903573078411279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-have-i-been-doing-with-myself-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4971050046961767108</id><published>2009-03-29T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:25:12.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my brain's gonna explode anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i have the feeling of committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, that is not a good sign.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life is in a mess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4971050046961767108?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4971050046961767108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4971050046961767108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4971050046961767108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4971050046961767108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-i-feel-my-brains-gonna-explode.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3723155290853379585</id><published>2009-03-22T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:11:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, the 3 words above are meant for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm reliable enough, you can always rely on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3723155290853379585?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3723155290853379585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3723155290853379585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3723155290853379585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3723155290853379585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-way-3-words-above-are-meant-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3572786718653546388</id><published>2009-03-22T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:42:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW LOOK. :D</title><content type='html'>yet another week since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i admit, i've been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly has always been reporting to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;hence, i've neglected my lovely blog.&lt;br /&gt;but i've given it a change of look! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change a bit, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and TA-DA, a new look!&lt;br /&gt;still staying with the music but there's some things different! ^^&lt;br /&gt;profile, skin, tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna give my promises, but i'll definitely update everything.&lt;br /&gt;when i have the time okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;ps. anyways, i went on ace-learning and i got the shock of my life this year when i saw 30 freaking questions of amaths was waiting for me.&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 thought it was multiple choice. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i don't know if it's just me, but i saw an A1 for my amaths results which was posted on ace-learning (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;it may not be the best to some people, but i'm happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why am i missing so much of you nowadays? =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3572786718653546388?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3572786718653546388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3572786718653546388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3572786718653546388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3572786718653546388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-look-d.html' title='A NEW LOOK. :D'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-189530722273229995</id><published>2009-03-15T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:06:46.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i guess i lost to emotions today .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-189530722273229995?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/189530722273229995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=189530722273229995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/189530722273229995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/189530722273229995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-i-lost-to-emotions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-492580631744664518</id><published>2009-03-13T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:51:27.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks the end of the common test, the last day of school for term 1.&lt;br /&gt;and ... *drumrolls please*&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;the first english night study session. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i got a freaking B3 for emaths (!!!!!) ^^&lt;br /&gt;it's been long since i last saw a 'C' grade with maths. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall elaborate more tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting real late now. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i see you sometimes;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to hide what i feel inside .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-492580631744664518?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/492580631744664518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=492580631744664518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/492580631744664518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/492580631744664518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-marks-end-of-common-test-and-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7104798115137250048</id><published>2009-03-06T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:11:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday's gonna be common test for all dunmanites! O:&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, many have been already starting mugging, with books on their hands. ._.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly is also one of them, well except for the book on the hard part! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;hehhhhhhh, and this is also going to be the turning point of my life.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna determine if i'm gonna drop pure sciences or stay with it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hard feelings about it, if i've done my best and still don't score well.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm destined to do better in the arts stream for JC! ^^&lt;br /&gt;i'm still considering whether to go for JC or poly, ~~&lt;br /&gt;but it's like 70% JC, 30% poly!&lt;br /&gt;hohohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i know i haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;time flies, it's march already!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still owing january and february, i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll update really soon! ~ (hopefully. ~_~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, let's just focus on getting my priorities right!&lt;br /&gt;before prelims and the big o's, it's common test (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;gambatte everyone! :DDD add oil and do the best you can ever imagine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my wish for you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7104798115137250048?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7104798115137250048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7104798115137250048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7104798115137250048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7104798115137250048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/mondays-gonna-be-common-test-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2252818566974126358</id><published>2009-03-01T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:09:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my inner self's affecting me again .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2252818566974126358?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2252818566974126358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2252818566974126358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2252818566974126358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2252818566974126358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-inner-voices-affecting-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4637132217486488468</id><published>2009-02-28T23:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:12:08.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTMENTS.</title><content type='html'>sometimes, life doesn't go the way we want it to go.&lt;br /&gt;and often, it makes us upset.&lt;br /&gt;however, since it has already been done, why do human beings always love to brood on the past.&lt;br /&gt;and not look forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's because of; emotions, expectations, over-inflated hopes.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how emotions can control our every movement, and our mind.&lt;br /&gt;such that we can be manipulated by it the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;it's depressing to know that when our expectations are not met.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be so disappointed such that we leave the problem lingering around and run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;it's heart-wrenching how hopes pinned so high could just tear us apart because of words,&lt;br /&gt;which we do not want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;and because it was heard, it could just leave us feeling down instantly in just a nickel of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite all of that, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;time does not wait for you, neither do everyone waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you whether you want to fall behind or move on.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, the sad thing about life is that the people who you love, may not neccesarily be with you forever, because someday, they'd all have to depart from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sad reality is,&lt;br /&gt;only a few people'd really be there for you when you're at the pitfall of your life.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, it's normal when certain people like to keep everything to themselves and not say it out.&lt;br /&gt;because perhaps they've realised that the only people they could possibly trust is actually themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic, but yes, it's happening in society, in reality, in life.&lt;br /&gt;i might know so much, and maybe so much more.&lt;br /&gt;yet i've contradicted myself by being unable to get myself out of a disappointment(s) and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning a precious lesson everyday, you're learning too.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's maturing in their own way each day.&lt;br /&gt;but who are actually the people who really put the words/facts known into actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;一次又一次的失望 .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4637132217486488468?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4637132217486488468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4637132217486488468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4637132217486488468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4637132217486488468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/02/disappointments.html' title='DISAPPOINTMENTS.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4015928917495382536</id><published>2009-02-20T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:44:56.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSONALITY QUIZ + SPRAINED ANKLE. ):</title><content type='html'>well, i can't remember if i posted it up but i shall now, for the fun of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality profile is a social realist! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Realists are popular persons full of energy. They are reliable, well organized and helpful. Traditional values are important to them. Founding a family also plays a central role in their life. Social Realists have a marked social streak. They are always ready to listen to the worries and problems of others and spare no effort when they are asked for help. With empathy and understanding, they can sense what other people need. Social Realists are always willing to highly regard the strong points of the other person and to excuse that person’s weaknesses. They are the most sociable of all personality types. Social contacts are very important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Realists find it very difficult to cope with conflicts and criticism - harmony is their elixir of life. Acknowledgement and esteem are very important to this type. Differentiation on the other hand is not necessarily one of their strong points. At work and in partnerships, they are loyal, committed and always there when needed. They find it easy to make friends due to their open, warm manner and they have a large circle of friends. In love, they are faithful and attentive and care for their partners with a great deal of imagination and sensitivity. Social Realists show their feelings openly and honestly. Should a relationship break up, they tend to blame themselves. That is why they find it very difficult to end a partnership even if it has not fulfilled their requirements for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love; No other type is as loving, attentive, and committed a partner as you. Many authors describe your type as the most personable and endearing of all: caring, sensitive, and always making sure that others are comfortable in your presence. For you, investing a lot in your relationship, and totally committing yourself to another person goes without saying. You enjoy assuming responsibilities, and that applies to your partnership, as well. When you encounter hic-ups in your relationship, the first things you look for are ways to change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born with the need to take care of the person you love most - to the best of your ability - and to do everything to make him/her comfortable. You create a comfortable home with the feeling of security and intimacy for both of you. To please and surprise your partner, you have an astounding sense for sharing small and frequent signs of your love. Your antenna for his/her needs is almost eerie, and sometimes you almost trip over yourself with eagerness when it is important to you to meet his/her needs. In the long run, your own needs are frequently neglected when you have a partner who prefers taking over, or who does not care for you as sensitively as you care for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any partner is going to be overwhelmed by your sensitive and exuberant nature. Because you often like to talk about things close to your heart you are not stingy with compliments and assurances of your love. You are the most emotional and passionate of the Realists. The power of your feelings often carries you away. With you, this is not just lip service because you also prove your love with deeds. Whoever is with you can always rely on you. Your fidelity and loyalty toward your partner are extraordinary and unshakeable. Comparative studies have often indicated that Social Realists lead the list of the sixteen types in the durations of their marriages. For you, a relationship represents a life-long obligation; you don’t enter into it lightly and expect stability and reliability from your partner, as well. If you are disappointed, it hurts you even more than any other of the personality types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Realists are more conservative types. They have a set system of values and rules which is orientated to the prevailing traditions. They prefer clear, structured surroundings and work processes; they find too much change und unrest unpleasant. Their strong points are carefulness and reliability and not so much flexibility and spontaneity. Social Realists are open-minded towards anything new only to a limited extent. But, should one be looking for someone to fulfil a task reliably and exactly, they are the right persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work; The Social Realist is the most social among all personality types. For you, it is essential to choose a profession where you can deal with as many people as possible. You recharge your batteries with the help of people contact and the personal exchanges needed for your very special talents to unfold. You are the prototype of the caring person in the positive sense, because you love to act on behalf of others and care for them. If you have the impression that there is a way to contribute by improving the quality of their life, it satisfies you more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your type, the feeling to be needed, loved, and appreciated is more than vitally necessary. Therefore, working in seclusion is not for you. It is just too much counter to your extroverted nature, and your need for interpersonal interaction.You have the best ideas during dialogues with others, as they stimulate your creativity. Instead of developing abstract aid projects with the help of a drawing board, you prefer to engage yourself on the frontlines with person to person contact. For you, it is important to see the results of your work so you can go home feeling that you (again) made the world a better place - at least a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a born team player. You are open and communicative, easily integrating yourself into group hierarchies. For your personality type, harmony is the keyword in your personal, as well as in your professional life. Since conflicts and power struggles seriously stress you making it difficult for you to attend to your tasks, you should put your emphasis on working in a stress free, respectful, and affectionate environment. Working environments continuously affected by tough infighting, and where competitive conflicts are intense represent too great a strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjectives which describe your type;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extroverted, practical, sentimental, planning, emotional, temperamental, energetic, tradition-conscious, loyal, helpful, devoted, reliable, caring, objective, thorough, organised, warm-hearted, open, friendly, sociable, chummy, obliging, self-sacrificing, public-spirited, sensitive, kind, demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/"&gt;http://www.ipersonic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take once, for most accurate results. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, school's pretty bad for me today. ):&lt;br /&gt;because i sprained my ankle therefore it's no pe or cca for me for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;and i've to walk around with my bandage on my foot. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that also means, no more cheerleading, no more captains ball.&lt;br /&gt;nothing but just studies, for now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't decide if i'm going for tomorrow's care and share day! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly, i feel that you're so far away from me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4015928917495382536?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4015928917495382536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-2239050449702200040</id><published>2009-02-19T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:18:33.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FACADE, YES NO?</title><content type='html'>i don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to think this way;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm beginning to realise that i no longer know who you truly are .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or did i not even knew who you were in the first place .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2239050449702200040?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2239050449702200040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2239050449702200040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2239050449702200040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3019708707992098392?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3019708707992098392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3019708707992098392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3019708707992098392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3019708707992098392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-worlds-just-too-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3201690296198480455</id><published>2009-02-14T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:00:57.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shall try blogging tomorrow, about major events in january.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and also, today's promotion test for npcc. ~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hehhhhhhhh, anticipate my next post (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but briefly, promo test results was;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;OKAY. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there just seem to be thoughts overflowing in my mind .&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/27013987-3201690296198480455?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3201690296198480455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3201690296198480455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3201690296198480455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3201690296198480455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-shall-try-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3335264235623416376</id><published>2009-02-08T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:40:23.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today! yes, since i promised to update today! i shall make this a rushed post alright! =/ because if i don't post today, i think this updating thingy will snowball up to months! okay, so i'm just going to post events without photos first alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll only elaborate if i can remember the event, so i might edit anytime i feel like it k. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th december - 12th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;it was work attachment, i remembered! :D boy, was it fun yet exhausting. firstly, i had to switch like 2 buses, and it means i have to wake up like 6 each morning because the zoo's all the way at mandai. ~_~ plus i was alone, since everyone else either didn't had time or didn't wanna go for the injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, it was a unique experience for me. ^^ i got to go into the staff area and though i only knew people from the education department, maggie, kit, june, chris, heather, bahhh. i can't remember who else. T_T and i got to enter the zoo for 4 times free of charge! :DDD imagine; $23.5 x4 = $80 + (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that week, we had to do like video taping washing. so it's kinda boring, as compared to previous weeks, where they got to interact with more animals and stuff/camps. ): but well, on the last day, i got to participate in a camp! wow, i sat on this animal-like car and travel around with small childcare kids. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been like 7 years since i last went to the zoo, big change i must say! and i felt very new to the place. =/ because it was like i went touring around the zoo during my free time, and i had this staff tag on which has my name, so many tourists asked me where to see this mo mo animal etc etc. and i just anyhow anyhow point, LOL. paiseh siah. o'.'o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to feed well, not big but small cute animals. (: and the public can't see it, except for those who come for camp. and i get to touch them but not the kids, hahahahaha. what a joy! :D prepared their dinner, and while i was checking video tapes everyday then, i had a small animal running around in the room each day! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i do have tons of photos, but according to the contract i signed, i can't reveal to the public. oh wells, you'll have to wait for my presentation in school if you want to see the photos! teeheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;roslin's big day! (: and our day started off with a blast (!!!) :D but chunluan couldn't make it. =/ well, but we went to downtown east wild wild wet for like the first time, together! LOL. so, .. we had this surprise planned for roslin and she had no freaking idea that we actually planned out a surprise for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's the catch. we told her that we weren't gonna wear swimming costumes, but only shirt and shorts which makes us being unable to participate in many things. well, but when we got to the changing room, ta-da! roslin's swimming suit popped out from nowhere. LOL (!!!) it turns out that we did went to her house several days ago without her knowing and getting her suit. thanks to her mummy for hiding the surprise so well! teehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could we come and not play everything manzxc! HAHAHA. okay, so we did played from like afternoon till around 6+ and then going for dinner. now that's another hidden plan! and she fell for it, again. LOL. she had the very cute voice, "wlao eh, ni men pian wo!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, roslin and i went home through the mrt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th december - 18th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;had humanities, emaths, chemistry and physics re-test! first 2 were pretty fine and i'm proud to say i passed it! :D as for the sciences, it wasn't really so positive as it came as a shock to me and i totally flunked it. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after my last paper for december on sciences, i met up with li jin and went to cineleisure to watch cape no.7! it's a rather good show, i must say. because the story plot looks new and it seems interesting to watch on though it's in some weird language. touching story manzxc. :B teeheehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;morning was my christmas performance! and the 3 of them watched it, lol! and they made a lot alot of noises. well, then i went out with lijin, jorim and sheryl (them). but i can't remember the details! ahhhhh, besides the dentist and both jorim and lijin going my house to learn pool for that. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd december - 23rd december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;trainers camp for sec one orientation camp'09! so we tried out the activities for the sec 1s 2009, seeing if it's okay for them to participate. and all i can say for this entire camp? it was great, esp. being a senior fa! :DDDDD was kinda lonely though because yuqi wasn't around, making me the only girl for senior fa. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, did i say that my junior fas are wonderful too! ^^ i thank them for making my job half easier by co-operating with me and accepting my feedback for them! [: to think i thought i was going to face problems! okay, i think too much, lol. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;went early in the morning to fetch xiuwen and yuqi back from cambodia. however, it wasn't really too good a morning. kinda had misunderstandings but i'm glad it's all resolved now! ^^ spent the rest of my afternoon in yuqi's house slacking. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;the morning was at my church i suppose. (: then after that, i met up with yuqi and xiuwen who then proceeded to my house for christmas, wear christmas hat and zi high! dinnered and ate log cake at my house! :DDDDDD loved that christmas! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;met my class that i was taking, 1A! cute class, i must say. and like the quietest class too. =.= it was not really that easy to get them high but they're at least paying attention which is good. thought that it was not going to be easy to get them to talk, but looks out i worry too much again! D: LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch with estee&lt;em&gt;mortal&lt;/em&gt;! like finally an outing, after &lt;a href="mailto:!@*$^$%@*%"&gt;!@*$^$%@*%&lt;/a&gt; years. LOL. catched up with her quite a bit which then i took bus 21 after lunch to meet xiuwenroslinchunluan for kbox! :DDD sang like nuts, but it was quite ex! ): then chiong ah for tuition. lololololollllll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st december 2008!&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered going to countdown with my youngest sister with sheryl and company at ehub! wlao eh, the place was so so crowded. i could still remember. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna change the songs, well one of them, soon. :B anyways, i shall just leave my january post to next weekend, as well as my church camp! pictures soon, hopefully. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere, somebody is living in bliss .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3335264235623416376?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3335264235623416376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3335264235623416376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3335264235623416376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3335264235623416376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-yes-since-i-promised-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-4165545234260865672</id><published>2009-02-07T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:56:35.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog song's changed to thinking of you, and save you. anyways, it's quite late so i shall try updating tomorrow. i'm already 2 months plus behind in posts already! ._. wow, that's long. time now; 2254.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhhhhh, i suddenly feel so emo now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll just go, sleep to escape from reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4165545234260865672?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4165545234260865672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4165545234260865672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4165545234260865672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4165545234260865672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-songs-changed-to-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1196184111948837840</id><published>2009-01-29T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:27:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just gonna change the song again to just 1 for now, 棒棒堂's 那一天! :D meanwhile, school's still pretty fine. the class deco's like a superb candy empire, guitar performance went smoothly on wednesday, homework all handed in, and of course, certain things explained and cleared! and there's npcc tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good or bad day?&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;不明不白 不说出来;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;任由遗憾在回忆徘徊 .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1196184111948837840?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1196184111948837840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1196184111948837840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1196184111948837840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1196184111948837840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-just-gonna-change-song-again-to-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3601993464843264787</id><published>2009-01-27T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:57:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went out with cousins for coffee and some catching up! ~ took plenty of photos, but i shall elaborate more on the details and upload the photos another day k! because it's like almost 1am, and i'm pretty tired, &lt;em&gt;physically&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;mentally&lt;/em&gt;. so i shall just stop hereee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, one question though.&lt;br /&gt;is it a trend that people get sick during cny nowadays? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i am. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel lost .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3601993464843264787?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3601993464843264787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3601993464843264787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3601993464843264787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3601993464843264787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-6216511650197488527</id><published>2009-01-25T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:05:24.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! :D i know i haven't really been updating much about anything. but i promise i'll find a day to update about my dec holidays and what's been going on for this month. oo, but talking about it, time really flies. i can't believe i'm in 4C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like i'm answering more to 3C more than 4C. LOL, but what makes 4C different from 3C is that we've bonded closer, and become more enthusiastic in any events since the adam khoo workshop! ^^ but i feel more on the down side when i heard that it's only 10 months left and i'm leaving the school, leaving my teachers, leaving my friends, leaving my juniors! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, but putting this aside, i'm currently at my cousin's house, after eating reunion dinner with my relatives. and the saddest thing is that i don't feel i belong here nor there. it's like my cousins' are either too old or too young. i feel a generation gap between us, especially with my younger cousins' talking about anime, or elder cousins talking with my uncles/aunties about restaurants, politics etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, luckily i had bonded closer somehow with my younger cousins because of my sisters. as well as my not-that-old cousins by camwhoring. hahahahaha, i feel so shy facing the camera somehow man. HAHAHAHA, new year resolution, time to be more brave! LOLOLOL. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay. i'll be back soon yep. but till then~ see you all around in school, darlings! :D LOL, LOVE YOU ALL. [: HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE! :DDDDDDDDD oh yes, happy sweet 16, cherie! (((:&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;em&gt;sometimes, i prefer not to know certain things .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-6216511650197488527?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/6216511650197488527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=6216511650197488527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6216511650197488527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6216511650197488527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-d-i-know-i-havent-really-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1517374529985803443</id><published>2009-01-23T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:22:43.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;because what doesn't kill us, makes us a stronger person .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1517374529985803443?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1517374529985803443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1517374529985803443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1517374529985803443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1517374529985803443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-what-doesnt-kill-us-makes-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3361181885495240035</id><published>2009-01-15T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:04:31.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today has gone by relatively ... fast! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, anyways!&lt;br /&gt;DAY #01 at adam khoo workshop's greattttt! =D&lt;br /&gt;besides laughing non-stop at silly remarks that the trainers make,&lt;br /&gt;i learnt many many things, unknowingly today! :D&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that's something to rejoice about! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe that day #02 and #03 will be enjoyable toooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;though the previous 2 classes mentioned that there would be .. crying. ._.&lt;br /&gt;better prepare some tissue for in case! =/&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so motivated now. ^^&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though that only lasts for 6 hours .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3361181885495240035?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3361181885495240035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3361181885495240035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3361181885495240035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3361181885495240035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-01-at-adam-khoo-workshops-greattttt.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1572855469613071449</id><published>2009-01-12T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:37:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two.</title><content type='html'>yours truly is,&lt;br /&gt;disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONEEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&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;em&gt;and am not ready to move on in life, &lt;strong&gt;as of yet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. congratulations to emilyn for getting 8 points for L1R5 though.&lt;br /&gt;wlao eh, you suck la auntieeeeee! ):&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1572855469613071449?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1572855469613071449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1572855469613071449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1572855469613071449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1572855469613071449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/two.html' title='two.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2844832782965684596</id><published>2009-01-11T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:31:58.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(!!!)</title><content type='html'>tomorrow (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;tears of joy or tears of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see then .&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate this kind of feeling .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2844832782965684596?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2844832782965684596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2844832782965684596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2844832782965684596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2844832782965684596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow-tears-of-joy-or-tears-of.html' title='(!!!)'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3129146599096664479</id><published>2009-01-08T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:42:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not forgetting the fact that my GCE 'O' levels chinese results would be coming out on monday. i'm just trying not to remember because i hate thinking too much and then start emo-ing at one corner on my own. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can't imagine how the graduated seniors feel like. they must be feeling more nervous/scared/afraid then me now. and apparently, i'm going through the same thing that they've got through. and it seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sec 4 life. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that it's super stressful, the whole school's banding depends on your batch, teachers focusing on you and moving at lightning speed which really scares me, the saddest thing is that it's &lt;strong&gt;my final year in dunman&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine how would life be like without xiuwen yuqi roslin chunluan ridzuan angela lynn estee lijin sheryl jorim shahirah magdalene hazmira and of course those familar faces that i always see in school after i leave dunman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so not happy that time passed so quickly. ): i miss cultural fusion, i miss project work, i miss life sciences, i miss 1C'06 2D'07 3C'08, i miss the sweet taste of freedom i had during lower secondary, i miss many many many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, time can't turn back on its own so .. let all these just fade into memories, and i'll definitely come back to dunman, after graduating, that's no doubt. (: but for now, i guess i'm still worried about my results on monday. what if i don't get a distinction? &lt;em&gt;that's it .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss 2006, 2007, 2008, (gonna miss) 2009 as being a part of dunman. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how much you've gone through, life goes on .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3129146599096664479?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3129146599096664479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3129146599096664479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3129146599096664479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3129146599096664479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-forgetting-fact-that-my-gce-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-117367596747527084</id><published>2009-01-06T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:15:47.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horoscope for January 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Gemini (May 21 - Jun 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;You can't let little spats get blown out of proportion today -- make compromises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;You can't let silly little spats get blown out of proportion today -- peace must be maintained, no matter how much you have to compromise to make it happen. A particularly combative person has been kicking up a lot of dust, but they won't be the rabble rouser today. So don't assume you know how things are going to be. Just stay on your toes and keep an eye out for someone to start trying to get everyone onboard the boo-hoo-I-hate-my-job bus. Make suggestions and soon everyone will be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;choices have consequences .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-117367596747527084?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/117367596747527084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=117367596747527084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/117367596747527084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/117367596747527084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/horoscope-for-january-6-2009-gemini-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1843645459462445248</id><published>2009-01-01T01:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:20:19.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's goodbye 2008,&lt;br /&gt;And HELLOOOOOOO 2009! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLEEE! ^^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, i really miss 2008 and .. 2007. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY, RIDZUAN! :D&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/27013987-1843645459462445248?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1843645459462445248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1843645459462445248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1843645459462445248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1843645459462445248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-goodbye-2008-and-hellooooooo-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2900521029159325211</id><published>2008-12-31T18:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:11:06.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being the last day of 2008, as usual, I’ll always be thanking people for all their numerous efforts that they’ve made in my life, whether good times or bad times. But this time, I’ll only be thanking those I feel like thanking and that I can only think about for now. Pardon me if your name isn’t included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who’s #01 on this meaningful post? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Let’s go with alphabetical order, shall we! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; hey girlfriend. (: it’s been nice how I’m able to know you this year through sec one orientation camp. :D I wanna thank you for actually, numerous things. From all the small things of words of encouragement to the more meaningful things such as being there for me, and always attempting to cheer me up. Though I don’t really approach you for such things, but I’m really thankful within that God gave me a friend like you to give me such joy and laughter. Looking forward to knowing you better, girl! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChunLuan &lt;em&gt;egg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; Quackie! :DDDD LOL. What a year we’ve been through. Despite the ups and down we’ve gone through, I’m glad that we’re much closer now. :D I would like to thank you for all your company and your *ahem* wonderful advice. HAHAHA. And nonetheless, for also being there! Somehow, you have that special position in me and you’re one person that I want to cherish and keep in contact with for life. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edwina &lt;em&gt;banana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; bananaaaaa!~ I remembered this year. And last year. And last last year. Wow, it looks like we’ve been through a lot of conflicts, haven’t we? But I’m happy that we’re still friends. (: I thank God that I didn’t lose a friend like you because you’re someone nice to be with. Sometimes, you might not be able to tahan my kind of attitude, but please pardon me okay! It wasn’t on purpose, seriously. And of course, thank you for being our very wonderful chairman of NPCC. I know it wasn’t easy, so please keep on jy-ng till we pass out k! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estee &lt;em&gt;mortal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; many things to say, yet so little time. But nonetheless, remember that i'm always here for you, whenever you need an angel. Thank you for many things, especially the time where you’re like super busy, yet you chose to be there for me because I needed somebody to listen. The small little things such as an sms or a phone call that makes me feel happier and of course, for the lunch outing at Yoshinoya! HAHAHA, at least you sacrificed some time for me and I really appreciate it, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you very much and make sure that you clear your debt that you owe me in 1 years time okay, LOL. Don’t you feel lucky that you have such an angel like me! Teeheeheeheeheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorim &lt;em&gt;superjunior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; superjunior! It feels like I’ve only become closer to you through LiJin and Sheryl huh? But either way, I wanna thank you for all your laughter and crap that you’ve been saying while we’re all out together. Because all the small things matter and your actions can really make my mood feel better when I’m down. Thank you girl, for all these and sincerely, I’d like to spend more time with you if possible! :D with LiJin and Sheryl too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LiJin &lt;em&gt;oneandonlyhope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; hmmm, from what I see, we’ve been going out more this year! HAHAHA. :D I’d like to thank you for keeping my days occupied and like being there through smses when I’m angry! LOL, I know it hasn’t been easy for you to like handle my temper. -.- and that you’re afraid that you might agitate me more. But no worries, I appreciate the fact that you’ve tried to cheer me up and that really makes me feel much better. Thank you once again girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynn &lt;em&gt;twin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; twin! :B ahhhhhh, what have we been doing together? ): it feels like we’ve chatted way lesser as compared to last year. And I don’t think it’s a good thing. LOL. Hey, but I really wanna thank you for the smses. Though you’re afraid that you’ll disturb me, but let me tell you one thing. You won’t, because you’re my twin, my dear! :D Remember that I’m always here for you, whether how aloof or distant I can be. As much, thank you for encouraging me. I really appreciate it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridzuan&lt;/strong&gt;; you're just this one guy who really cracks a lot of stupid jokes and make most of us feel like beating you all most of the time! HAHAHA, thanks for really hanging out with us girls and that you're able to click with us as one. Perhaps you might not hang out with us next year(because you turned much more mature-.-, but i'm more mature, still! :B) LOL, but thank you for the company and entertainment this year. SMILE, RIDZUAN. OKAY, that was random-.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roslin &lt;em&gt;pebble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; ning! Teeheehee. Wlao eh, I really don’t know what to thank you for lei. LOL, kidding. Girl, I wanna thank you for being a part of my life and just talking rubbish and bhb words that obviously aren’t true. xD talking you on msn and real life is like seriously scary, because everywhere, it would have ‘ROSLIN IS VERY NICE’ kind of thing, but I’m sure all of us knows it’s not true la huh, and that it’s yours truly who deserve that award! HAHAHA, thank you for attempting to cheer me up when I was feeling angry/sad though. It’s a small effort but a big impact within me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl &lt;em&gt;mei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; lol, I can’t believe that I’ve gotten close to you, because it’s like you had no link with me, even if it’s during guitar, it’s like we’re so distant. But somehow, we got closer, like how did we do that? LOL. I’m happy that I’ve gotten closer to you though and thank you very much for all the nonsense you’ve been giving me. :B making my life filled with colours! HAHAHA. Thanks for always not excluding me when there’re fun things to do together. I really appreciate that God gave me such a friend like you, to brighten up my life in a way this year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XiuWen &lt;em&gt;xywm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; wen! (: as compared to last year, this year’s much peaceful for me. And I believe it had been much better for you too, living in bliss eh! F3! Girl, you know what. I have so much to thank you for actually, from the quarrelling, to all the effort you’ve been putting in to make me feel more into the group. I know it’s been very hard on you that sometimes, I’d think about the past and make you feel like some guilty ass. But still, thank you very much for tolerating all my attitude, temper etc, and please don’t ever give me up as a best friend of yours okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YuQi &lt;em&gt;soulmate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; qi! LOL, sounds like ‘air’ eh? :B oh my oh my, I remembered that we’ve been quarrelling more than usual this year. At least, 3 times within .. 2 terms? That’s like considered like a lot already. Aiyoyo, and that really makes me feel worried. But how am I glad that we’re still best of friends and that you’re still together with me. (: I really want to thank you for understanding the plight that I’m in and for listening to all my troubles whenever I needed someone to talk to. Thank you girl! {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seniors&lt;/strong&gt;; Thank you for all the guidance you all have been giving me! I may not be the best junior you can ever wish for but still, I thank God for all of you, that you’ve been telling me what to do and what to improve on. You might not have a good impression of me, but still, thank you for everything that you all have done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juniors&lt;/strong&gt;; juniors like shahirah, hazmira, mag etc! applies also, to juniors from guitar, council, whatever else I’m in. LOL. Thanks for all the accompanying and for all the troubles (HAHAHA, kidding) that you all have been giving me. Despite sometimes, I really feel like strangling you all, but no matter what, I still love you all. I might be the naggiest person you can ever know, but be happy okay! Because I’m your senior, hahahaahahahahhhaa. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving closer to my “brothers and sisters” of God. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church people&lt;/strong&gt;; Emilyn! En Ci! Fedora! Joanna! Clara-.-! thank you all for always keeping me entertained in church and esp. emilyn, for motivating me and clara to come back for student fellowship. :D and also for, crapping like non-stop and of course, for guiding us as one of the older ones. :B EnCi, thank you for letting me smack paper on your face and for filling my Sundays with joy, laughter and happiness! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fedora is a crazy girl who only knows to laugh like a cracknut and making us laugh through her nonsensical words. HAHAHA. Joanna, I feel that you’re like a very quiet girl, but never judge a book by its cover! Wlao eh, you very noisy at times siah. LOL. And that you’re easily scared, I realized! But no worries, Christy will protect you, well …… in your dreams! Teeheehee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara! -.- thank you for being such a nice sister at times and also being a annoying sister at times. Though we’ll keep on bickering with each other and it often leads to screaming at each other but I still thank God for giving me a sister to love, to care. :D must study hard next year ah, no more playing hard already k! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more older ones, such as Yi Ling, Xiu Qi, Hao Long, Jing Qiu, Desmond, Karen, Timothy, Jeremy etc. I didn’t know there were like you all here until I went for the camp this year. =X though I don’t really know some of you all well, but I’m glad we had fun during the camp itself. I really hope to know more of you during fellowship next year and that we would be able to share knowledge about God with each other during sharing times yeah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class&lt;/strong&gt; .. let’s just leave it to next year yeah since it’s a 2 year class. -.- but for now, I shall just briefly talk about 3C’08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3C’08 is a class with 42 students, with 80% of the class screaming, laughing, shouting their heads off during class and not listening to the teachers most of the time. The 20% “studious” people tried to study and listen, but sadly, some of them got influenced (YES, I’M ONE OF THEM, LOLLLLL. :B) and became like some crazy geek. HAHAHA. So in the end, we only had 10% of our class, listening. And yes, true, I have to admit, many teachers disliked our class because we were known for being noisy in the 4th floor. And we’re the most playful among the pure classes. :B however, the class 3C’08 does have an impact in my life and that, it’s one special class that I’ve not regretted going to. so let’s buck up and study hard and smart for 2009 yeah, 4C’09! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah righttttt, like as if we will. -.-&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&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'm still thinking if i should go for the countdown tonight .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2900521029159325211?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2900521029159325211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2900521029159325211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2900521029159325211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2900521029159325211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-last-day-of-2008-as-usual-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1837759262674535518</id><published>2008-12-28T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:18:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and if you had expected me to post a long blog entry today,&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;, only to realize that everything that i had done was just nothing .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1837759262674535518?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1837759262674535518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1837759262674535518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1837759262674535518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1837759262674535518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-if-you-had-expected-me-to-post-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-8483069984175276473</id><published>2008-12-27T23:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:31:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd - 5th December 2008; NPCC chalet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses for a moment* ... oh, roslin and i were late that day. ~_~ so when we got to the kbox in ehub, we could already hear people like *ahem* edwina, wendy etc singing ~ LOL. (: okay, call me a noob but it was my first time there then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our slot was from 2 - 7pm. boy did we made use of the time, sofa and food for our $14.50, especially yours truly! LOL. you could see us, the 6 of us, jumping on the sofa and singing because it was a super high song! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let pictures do the talking. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSkkhSAgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/YIEnb7JH0mA/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284502000997892610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSkkhSAgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/YIEnb7JH0mA/s400/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there was of course .. singing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSkBfFsLI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/9-MHp9o07iY/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501991593455794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSkBfFsLI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/9-MHp9o07iY/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;camwhoring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZScvnl5-I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/Z9JkVM_-ErA/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501866538199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZScvnl5-I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/Z9JkVM_-ErA/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and .. zi-highing?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZScKUahhI/AAAAAAAAC_I/DlLeZr3WEg4/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501856525649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZScKUahhI/AAAAAAAAC_I/DlLeZr3WEg4/s400/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSbj6g9PI/AAAAAAAAC_A/brZmcR3E3mE/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501846216471794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSbj6g9PI/AAAAAAAAC_A/brZmcR3E3mE/s400/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the only people there then. ~.~ &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSa6qB5JI/AAAAAAAAC-4/f8dkCzVCwa4/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501835141473426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSa6qB5JI/AAAAAAAAC-4/f8dkCzVCwa4/s400/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;myself and egg! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSauDMpsI/AAAAAAAAC-w/l8lb8XGDu5k/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501831757375170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSauDMpsI/AAAAAAAAC-w/l8lb8XGDu5k/s400/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 2 best mic-hoggers! xD HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSMloQvRI/AAAAAAAAC-g/eK9xfrxRnCU/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501588978744594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSMloQvRI/AAAAAAAAC-g/eK9xfrxRnCU/s400/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSMVES2wI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/MS2HDAiamiE/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501584532921090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSMVES2wI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/MS2HDAiamiE/s400/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSMNR5nUI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/68rQ9QDPf88/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501582442503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSMNR5nUI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/68rQ9QDPf88/s400/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY OH MY, EGGS CAN ACTUALLY SING?!?!?! LOLLLLLLLL. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSLfwsZEI/AAAAAAAAC-I/acNb9kvgW5Y/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501570223629378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSLfwsZEI/AAAAAAAAC-I/acNb9kvgW5Y/s400/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after kbox, we went to eat dinner at the food court. and after, checked into the chalet where we played uno attack! :DDD then, went to the arcade and had plenty of fun. after, proceeded back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ... watched tv, sleep. teehee. they rented the show that goes "alalalongalalalong, alalonglonglonglonglong." too bad if you don't get it. :P while i was already in lalaland dreaming. (: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we went to eat macs breakfast, LOL. then, to ehub's supermarket to buy the food for the bbq and it's also the place where we met up with poh zhuang, liyana, haziyah etc. basically, more people! :D then, proceeded back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, it started raining, so for the time being, we played uno attack, card games? the moment the rain stopped, we rushed out to rent the bikes and cycled for about an hour. i was with egg! ~_~ but then ....... it started raining again. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some of us got drenched and hurriedly went back to the chalet to get changed. and i went on to fetch my sec 2 squad for the chalet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZR0SjKgWI/AAAAAAAAC94/6vFtheAEWVk/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501171540230498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZR0SjKgWI/AAAAAAAAC94/6vFtheAEWVk/s400/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZR0Mo_zhI/AAAAAAAAC9w/f9cF_LvxEPM/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501169954082322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZR0Mo_zhI/AAAAAAAAC9w/f9cF_LvxEPM/s400/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we were so bored, so we started camwhoring. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZR0KPD1yI/AAAAAAAAC9o/ajKwLsBqzuI/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501169308423970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZR0KPD1yI/AAAAAAAAC9o/ajKwLsBqzuI/s400/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRz_DaBdI/AAAAAAAAC9g/4v-8kpPIIno/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501166306756050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRz_DaBdI/AAAAAAAAC9g/4v-8kpPIIno/s400/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pohzhuang started doing silly actions ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRk40fI7I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Qc7-wyTOda0/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500906935526322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRk40fI7I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Qc7-wyTOda0/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i followed suit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRksPRLCI/AAAAAAAAC9I/mfsB2vkq-M4/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500903558196258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRksPRLCI/AAAAAAAAC9I/mfsB2vkq-M4/s400/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then roslin joins in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRku8iZTI/AAAAAAAAC9A/boHpScG7-Hg/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500904284939570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRku8iZTI/AAAAAAAAC9A/boHpScG7-Hg/s400/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but chunluan'd rather smile instead of looking dumb! ): &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRkYBJ3jI/AAAAAAAAC84/9mpRCRHB9jY/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500898130288178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRkYBJ3jI/AAAAAAAAC84/9mpRCRHB9jY/s400/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we tried acting more stupid/spastic/dumb/idiotic (your pick) but still, we didn't succeed! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRVOT0VsI/AAAAAAAAC8w/-RUoF0qLOFw/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500637826176706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRVOT0VsI/AAAAAAAAC8w/-RUoF0qLOFw/s400/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we gave up and just smiled along with chunluan, LOLLLLLLL. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kicked edwina and pz out for bbq matters, and then continued camwhoring! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRTgUxPGI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/ykTphZfHF38/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500608302267490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRTgUxPGI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/ykTphZfHF38/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;acting cuteeeeee. V^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRTdJUQrI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/evSQKf7jLPw/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500607448924850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZRTdJUQrI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/evSQKf7jLPw/s400/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -.- told you chun luan only smiles, nothing else. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, then after that, fetching them back. we started the bbq. and i'm proud to say that i'm the one who started it, with the help with those who held the umbrella, the firestarters etc. while i was starting up the fire. really, thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the eating, and drinking, it was already quite late so we decided to leave, roslin chunluan myself. but before that, we proceeded to the arcade where we played the ball games, and in one of the basketball games, i'm honoured to say that chunluan and i have passed all 4 stages, and is standing tall at points of 332. TEEHEEHEE. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i got home to prepare for church camp! up next, .. churchcamp/workattachment/anything else. just watch and see! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/27013987-8483069984175276473?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/8483069984175276473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=8483069984175276473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8483069984175276473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8483069984175276473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/3rd-5th-december-2008-npcc-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZSkkhSAgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/YIEnb7JH0mA/s72-c/DSC00684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-6727615049732386103</id><published>2008-12-27T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:59:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th - 28th November 2008; 1C'06 chalet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time we had a chalet, .. after 2 years. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let me recollect what i can remember. oh, basically, i remembered that roslin, edwina and i arrived late at the chalet as we had npcc training previously. by the time we got to aloha changi, the rest were already inside playing card games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda cool as i saw like double storey chalet that excites me. HAHAHAHAHA. people that were there were .. myself, xiuwen, yuqi, edwina, roslin, nadirah, li lian, zai yong, jing yong, wei jin, pang wen, hao qian, ying lei and eugene ng. mark was sick, so he didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started the bbq around 7. and it turns out to be quite a success. thanks to the guys who setted up the fire, those who prepared the food, cooked the food etc. but not those who ate the food without helping! LOL. you know who you all are, the guilty ones. HAHA. oh yes, nadirah and li lian left after the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played more card games, uno stacko. seriously, next time, the fastest way to pass time is to play more games. instead of just having cards, cards and more cards. i got quite bored of it to the extent that i wanted to sleep already! hahaahaahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed up the entire night, for as far as i know. talk, joke and laugh. and we ordered macs at 2. how i pity the delivery man who had to take the 'ulu' route all by himself early in the morning. but nonetheless, i enjoyed my milo. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence of eating macs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNpKw-NnI/AAAAAAAAC8I/_QdI2CGHGuE/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496582425589362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNpKw-NnI/AAAAAAAAC8I/_QdI2CGHGuE/s400/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNmtWAOeI/AAAAAAAAC8A/zD06AWdKXd4/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496540168108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNmtWAOeI/AAAAAAAAC8A/zD06AWdKXd4/s400/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;retarded faces, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNlzp5X0I/AAAAAAAAC74/7ZWLOzWvNOI/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496524682288962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNlzp5X0I/AAAAAAAAC74/7ZWLOzWvNOI/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they 2 were competing who could eat more fries?! ._. i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we stayed up till around 5+ then we proceeded out to watch the sunrise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNl704jkI/AAAAAAAAC7w/8ZbADRefUPg/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496526875856450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNl704jkI/AAAAAAAAC7w/8ZbADRefUPg/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNlnvCWJI/AAAAAAAAC7o/LlYkmjvbQyc/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496521482623122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNlnvCWJI/AAAAAAAAC7o/LlYkmjvbQyc/s400/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pity! we missed the sunrise! ): so being disappointed, we made ourselves back to the chalet and we took naps, seperately. and then, ... the guys pangseh-ed us! -_- wonderful ehhhh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so around, 9+ we woke up and checked out and took bus 29 to interchange. but halfway through, it broke down! grr, what a good start to start a day with eh? =/ ate macs breakfast and chatted in century square where te comfy cushions were. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, edwina, yuqi and i rushed back to school for a meeting with all of us looking dead. T_T HAHAHA. okay, 2 events done, a few more to go~_~ &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/27013987-6727615049732386103?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/6727615049732386103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=6727615049732386103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6727615049732386103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6727615049732386103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/27th-28th-november-2008-1c06-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZNpKw-NnI/AAAAAAAAC8I/_QdI2CGHGuE/s72-c/DSC00672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-5543311442417091925</id><published>2008-12-27T23:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:40:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th November 2008; "D" leaders' seminar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandcastle building:&lt;br /&gt;we're expected to build this resort for the olmypics coming up in 2010 using sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED(my group! :DDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_6QafzI/AAAAAAAAC6g/u8EH4VQdYHI/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284489276549660466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_6QafzI/AAAAAAAAC6g/u8EH4VQdYHI/s400/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_Z80piI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/YCL60Rvik1c/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284489267877553698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_Z80piI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/YCL60Rvik1c/s400/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_PcwqCI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/vXPAHHH1CVg/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284489265058719778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_PcwqCI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/vXPAHHH1CVg/s400/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_O_5oxI/AAAAAAAAC6I/o1iD757g98o/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284489264937673490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_O_5oxI/AAAAAAAAC6I/o1iD757g98o/s400/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the structure's like a guy running with a &lt;s&gt;torch&lt;/s&gt; of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGvju8fZI/AAAAAAAAC54/vtkDw0OnNPg/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488995625794962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGvju8fZI/AAAAAAAAC54/vtkDw0OnNPg/s400/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nope, it's microphone of life .. ! =DDD teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGvQ3SKYI/AAAAAAAAC5w/ghMAzcBD41I/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488990560496002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGvQ3SKYI/AAAAAAAAC5w/ghMAzcBD41I/s400/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my work scope; to build walls, walls and more walls. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGvKB07XI/AAAAAAAAC5o/wOo1P5JSEJM/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488988725669234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGvKB07XI/AAAAAAAAC5o/wOo1P5JSEJM/s400/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGutX7xDI/AAAAAAAAC5g/uI5CCfRv-9w/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488981033763890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGutX7xDI/AAAAAAAAC5g/uI5CCfRv-9w/s400/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;medical centre, where all the casualties get their injury healed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGuAWiSVI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/X0WbuwKgsVE/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488968948304210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGuAWiSVI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/X0WbuwKgsVE/s400/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where the resting area is, girls on left, guys on right. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGZYgIlkI/AAAAAAAAC4w/vMYOxaQh79c/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488614653761090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZGZYgIlkI/AAAAAAAAC4w/vMYOxaQh79c/s400/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF13RBbnI/AAAAAAAAC4A/o4XL8YqlINo/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488004436586098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF13RBbnI/AAAAAAAAC4A/o4XL8YqlINo/s400/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went out to check out the adults' sandcastle building. wow, it's like super good! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADULTS sandcastle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF1tXG6BI/AAAAAAAAC34/a76z42RuIDY/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488001777756178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF1tXG6BI/AAAAAAAAC34/a76z42RuIDY/s400/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF1Ei_6LI/AAAAAAAAC3w/nKek8vfoJa0/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284487990821775538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF1Ei_6LI/AAAAAAAAC3w/nKek8vfoJa0/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF0-xxy6I/AAAAAAAAC3o/oY8MwL50VD8/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284487989273152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF0-xxy6I/AAAAAAAAC3o/oY8MwL50VD8/s400/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF0a881LI/AAAAAAAAC3g/a50ft6KrjNo/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284487979656336562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZF0a881LI/AAAAAAAAC3g/a50ft6KrjNo/s400/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after sandcastle-building, we had beach cleaning as CIP. as we walked to the OBS centre. once we got there, we settled down and had lectures by mr bernard and mr sim. both talks were very inspirational and i learnt a lot through those lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we thought of a new activity that should be initiated to the school. and what my group did, was to do the first walkathon! :D my group consists of quite a number of people, ._. namely, lynntwin, nisya, esteemoral, iris, kamini, leon, shawn, mark and yeow hong. but i'm sure we had funnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all the buffet, area cleaning, we packed up and left for school before it's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home sweet home. :DDDD that's all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, get ready for more posts coming up either today or tomorrow! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/27013987-5543311442417091925?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5543311442417091925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5543311442417091925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5543311442417091925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5543311442417091925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/24th-november-2008-d-leaders-seminar.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SVZG_6QafzI/AAAAAAAAC6g/u8EH4VQdYHI/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-7582092288722890273</id><published>2008-12-21T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:55:29.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be away. (:&lt;br /&gt;from 22nd - 23rd december 2008, for trainers camp.&lt;br /&gt;miss me okayyyyyy! :DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, i won't miss you! ~.~&lt;br /&gt;teeheeheeeeee! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything happens for a reason .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7582092288722890273?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7582092288722890273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7582092288722890273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7582092288722890273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7582092288722890273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5201754640012525860</id><published>2008-12-20T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:11:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's kinda sad how whenever i have the mood to blog, something just suddenly pops up and spoiled my entire mood to blog, causing me to not update and disappointing readers that do read my blog. =/ i gave lynn my word that i'll update tomorrow, for the 1 month that i've not been updating promptly here. hope nothing goes wrong tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried posting up quizzes. but sadly, it disappeared. so being lazy and super tired, i can't be bothered with doing it all over again. sorry if you've been anticipating for my post uh. =/ well, looks like i've no choice but i'll have to blog tomorrow then. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to update as much as possible tomorrow okay! :DDDD before i leave for trainers camp on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FRUIT OF PATIENCE;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you too must be patient. make your heart firm, because the coming of the lord is at hand -- James 5:8.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5201754640012525860?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5201754640012525860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5201754640012525860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5201754640012525860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5201754640012525860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-kinda-sad-how-whenever-i-have-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7649764398770493175</id><published>2008-12-17T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:32:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI, I THINK MY RE-EXAMINATIONS ARE SO SCREWED UP. ): AND CHEMISTRY TOOK ME MY SURPRISE BY CLAIMING THAT I'LL BE SEEING IT TMR AND I HAVEN'T STUDIED A SINGLE BIT OF ELECTRONS AT ALL. I THINK I WILL FREAK OUT TOMORROW AND FAIL LIKE ALWAYS. ): THIS IS SO DEPRESSING. I FELT LIKE BLOGGING BUT THAT SUDDEN NEWS TOTALLY DAMPENED MY MOOD. -.- OKAY, OFF TO STUDY, WILL BE BACK SOON. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xywm and soulmate's leaving for cambodia tomorrow morning! i'll definitely miss them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I WANNA SURPRISE THEM BY SENDING THEM OFF TOMORROW! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps. why is everyone privating their blog or on hiatus nowadays? ): i feel super bored like coming online because there's no updates to see except for myself. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish me luck. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7649764398770493175?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7649764398770493175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7649764398770493175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7649764398770493175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7649764398770493175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-i-think-my-re-examinations-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3493916468724241159</id><published>2008-12-14T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:54:43.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. THE PLAN TODAY WAS A ULTIMATE SUCCESS! [:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3493916468724241159?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3493916468724241159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3493916468724241159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3493916468724241159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3493916468724241159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-p-p-y-1-4-t-h-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-c-y-b-e-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SUUeFIYV-yI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/UxNVcy9YYro/s72-c/DSC00850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-4445856861378491010</id><published>2008-12-09T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:06.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie loves you! (: haha, must take care of yourself during camp okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend's coming back today! OH YAY, i missed her so much. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4445856861378491010?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4445856861378491010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4445856861378491010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4445856861378491010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4445856861378491010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-p-p-y-1-4-t-h-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-s-h-e-r-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3201148531127735725</id><published>2008-12-08T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:57:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i wouldn't want you all readers to come to my blog feeling disappointed, so i decided to post. not about life, but quizzes, LOL. i saw this from mortal's blog and since i was bored, i started doing it. teeheehee. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My friends; have always been with me despite the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;2) I’m listening to; 倒带.&lt;br /&gt;3) Maybe i should learn; how to let go of certain things/somebody.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love; my family, wenqiningluan, twin, mortal, oneandonlyhope, friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;5) My plan; to plan someone's big day! =D&lt;br /&gt;6) I don’t understand; why people can be so complicated and hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;7) I lost; friends whom i've trusted in.&lt;br /&gt;8) People say; i think, worry, talk, nag too much! ):&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm missing; those who i haven't been seeing for a longlong time! (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ALL ARE.)&lt;br /&gt;10) Love means; sophicated.&lt;br /&gt;11) Somewhere, someone is; living in bliss.&lt;br /&gt;12) I'm always searching for; the best path at the road junctions of my life.&lt;br /&gt;13) Forever seems; unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;14) I do not want to; lose trust in another close friend.&lt;br /&gt;15) My mobile phone; is very sensitive nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;16) When i wake up in the morning; i wonder how's the day gonna work out.&lt;br /&gt;17) I get annoyed when; things don't go the way i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;18) Parties are; fun and boring at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;*POOF!*, 19 went.&lt;br /&gt;20) Today i; did something magnificent and went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;21) Tmr i will be; at the zoo interacting with the animals (!!!!) :DD&lt;br /&gt;22) I really want; to get off my busy schedule and go on outings with you-all-know-who-you-are! ^^&lt;br /&gt;23) I miss; the childhood times when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;24) What is your phone brand?; sony ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;25) What's the last 3 digits of your num.?; 876&lt;br /&gt;26) What does the second message in your inbox say?; Haha, sure :) - Edwina.&lt;br /&gt;27) Who was the last person you rang?; soulmate!&lt;br /&gt;28) Who was your last missed call from?; xywm!&lt;br /&gt;29) What does the oldest message in your inbox say?; long message by oneandonlyhope. [:&lt;br /&gt;30) Who comes after J?; Kamini!&lt;br /&gt;31 to 39 got kidnapped and was thrown to mars for labour work. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;40) Go to your sent messages- see what the 10th message say.; Okay, is it possible if you can help me take down the minutes? Or whoever. - Sent to Edwina.&lt;br /&gt;41) Who is your network provider?; Starhub!&lt;br /&gt;42) How many messages are there in your inbox?; there's too much to even, count.&lt;br /&gt;43) Who do you have on speed dial 3?; i'm lazy to set speeddials.&lt;br /&gt;44) If you're using prepaid card, how much credits do they have?; -&lt;br /&gt;45) Who is the first person who comes after C?; Daddy! xD&lt;br /&gt;46) What do you have as your main ringtone?; If you are not the one.&lt;br /&gt;47) Pass this quiz to 10 ppl!&lt;br /&gt;1. xiuwen.&lt;br /&gt;2. chunluan.&lt;br /&gt;3. roslin.&lt;br /&gt;4. edwina.&lt;br /&gt;5. magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;6. lynn.&lt;br /&gt;7. angela.&lt;br /&gt;8. sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;9. idontknow.&lt;br /&gt;10. anybody else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know that i'm supposed to blog about life, logically. but it's just that i don't have the time and mood. :X maybe when this week is all over, then i shall just blog about life again? i seriously think i have no life nowadays. -.- oh wells, till then!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-; sometimes, we don't really express ourselves openly. but that doesn't mean that we don't know or we don't care or we can't be bothered. we do, but we express it in a different way. friends have always been there for you, and this all just boils down to one thing - are you willing to share your burdens with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just tired of waiting .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3201148531127735725?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3201148531127735725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3201148531127735725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3201148531127735725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3201148531127735725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-i-wouldnt-want-you-all-readers-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-8838192677887135947</id><published>2008-12-05T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:55:56.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be off for church camp in about .. 7 hours + time? and i haven't even packed up my stuff! :B and also sleeping as well. i just came back from chalet like an hour ago, and despite my legs' aching very badly now and becoming very exhausted, it was fun though! :D but i'll be leaving again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but feel that i'm so isolated from the family nowadays. thinking about it now, i really feel like a bad daughter. =/ but oh wells, the only thing i can do is to use my free time to accompany them then~ and oh yes! work attachment's reduced to 4 working days, as 8th dec is hari raya. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th - 6th dec; church camp!&lt;br /&gt;9th - 12th dec; work attachment! (ZOOOOO. :DDD)&lt;br /&gt;14th dec; momopebble's big day. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;16th - 17th dec; humanities and emaths re-test uh! =/&lt;br /&gt;19th dec; sec 1 oc general meeting cum registration for sec 1'09.&lt;br /&gt;22nd - 23rd dec; trainers camp.&lt;br /&gt;25th dec; christmas! :DDDD HOHOHOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;and monday, saturdays, tuition. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go outttttttttttt! ): my holidays this year seems so screwed up, studying studying more studying becomes more activities, cca-related. ._. but still, no outings! =/ we have to so go out after the re-test! xiuwen yuqi roslin chunluan lynn angela estee lijin sheryl jorim, and more! o(^.^)o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still, speechless .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-8838192677887135947?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/8838192677887135947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=8838192677887135947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8838192677887135947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8838192677887135947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-off-for-church-camp-in-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7601755997271284374</id><published>2008-12-05T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:15:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有时候，这是信任的问题  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-7601755997271284374?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7601755997271284374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7601755997271284374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7601755997271284374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7601755997271284374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1413104996911277982</id><published>2008-12-03T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:14:54.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the 3rd of december, and angela's off to japan! =/&lt;br /&gt;and she'll be back on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;girl, must take care and enjoy yourself okay!&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is twin doing over at taiwan now.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, lynn's coming back on the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;woo, i can't wait! :DDDD&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;em&gt;bahhhh, i miss you already, girlfriend! =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1413104996911277982?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1413104996911277982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1413104996911277982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1413104996911277982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1413104996911277982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-3rd-of-december-and-angelas-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-7831666499916856589</id><published>2008-12-03T10:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:53:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this isn't a blog post. it's just my thoughts. if you don't have the time, don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, matters of the heart is difficult to inteprete, isn't it? it's amazing how one can get so attracted to the other and when it's reciprocated, it all seems like a fairy-tale ending. the princess meets the prince, the prince meets the princess and they live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, on sunday, where i attended church. besides the pastor sharing about friendship during sermon, he also talked about how to choose the right partner/handling relationship etc. and he said, that us as teenagers, as we start to grow, we'll start to have special feelings on the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, many teenagers don't know what's real love. most like the other party because he/she is handsome/pretty/cute etc. and he said it as puppy love. it's sad how some people actually "chooses" their partner this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when choosing the right partner, firstly, you have to of course get attracted to the opposite gender. then, ask yourself! is his life similar to yours? maybe this problem wouldn't affect you both when both of you are in a relationship. but it will, in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example, if both of you are of different religions, when you have a child, who is he/she gonna follow? the father or the mother. and if you're unable to get to a conculsion, wouldn't you foresee yourself quarrelling with your partner thus worsening the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, love is all about compromise. if both sides won't compromise, wouldn't things get awkward? but of course, love wouldn't work out if both sides keep on compromising. it's about one taking it in, and the other giving in. it doesn't have to always be the male side who always have to give in. just imagine, if you keep on giving in to the other though there're certain times that you're right, ... how'd you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is about selflessly giving. in order to keep a relationship going, we'd have to give our care and concern to the other selflessly. don't wait for the other to start giving first, because if both of you have the same concept, this would not work out. it's the same thing as respect, if you want others to respect you, you'd have to respect others first. similarly, if you want others to give you care and concern you'd have to be the one giving first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is about taking the initiative. okay, let's say you like this girl/guy for quite a while already, but you don't have the courage to say it out. and then you wait and wait, you see them getting attached, dating and then married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you feel sad, and guilty that you didn't confess? now, it's not about your pride/face, it's about your happiness. the decision you make would affect yourself in future. if you pick up the courage and confess now, who knows? the other has always been waiting for you to make the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if your love is one-sided, and your hopes turned out to be a disappointment, it's okay! it's not like it's the end of the world, isn't it? you're &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; hurt. in life, this journey isn't smooth-sailing. we do fall, we do stand up. you may live in self-denial for a while, but not forever. if we keep on living in the past, who's gonna take over the 'you' in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to pick your ownself up. even if you give up on love, give up on hopes, give up on your life, some may console/encourage you. but nobody's gonna pity you. so wake up to your senses, and move on because if you aren't meant for this person, it just simply means that there'll be a better one in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is about inner beauty within. when you really like a person, it isn't about the appearance. it's his/her personality, behaviour, attitude that attracts you. never judge a book by its cover. it may be a pretty face on the outside, but who's gonna guarantee you that it's pretty heart within? choose someone who gets along with you most, because that part is going to matter when both of you are growing old together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is about respect. when you're in love, it's just like two hearts merged as one. however, you're still yourself, and your partner's still his/herself. as much as you have your circle of friends, they too have, theirs. you can't possibly stick to them like .. , thinking that this would make the relationship feel closer. perhaps, they might not mind initially, but in the long run, it's gonna backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he/she may be your world, but sometimes, love is just like a kite. you're the one holding the string, the other party's the kite. he/she feels so far yet so near, so near yet so far. you have to learn how to let the string loosen, and you have to know when to tighten. if you're able to do so, i believe that this love is meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is all about communication. it can be through any methods, calling/sms-ing/msn whatever. you might not be able to see each other everyday, but sometimes that can be really a good thing. because when you're not able to see the one you like, you'll start to miss him/her and that's when you start to treasure him/her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that would make you wanna talk to him/her more, to at least indicate you still care for him/her. and by knowing how much you miss him/her, it just signifies how important that person is to you. don't make the other party feel that you need him/her more than he/she does, because that's when he/she would start to take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when one makes a mistake, if it's true love, you'd give him/her a second chance. sometimes, it's only when one starts to lose something, then they'd know how to cherish. certain people are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is about responsibility. it's not just about having fun together. when in a relationship, it must also be on a basis where each other's willing to take charge of each other's future, ensuring that it's the best, that you wouldn't want to see the other hurt, sad, angry .. etc. basically, just taking responsibility in his/her emotions, actions, words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is about being selfless. putting the other ahead of yourself, taking care of his/her needs, wants. however, you must also know that there's a certain extent. if what he/she wants is something that would ruin your 人格，then he/she is not worthy of your love. and when your feelings aren't returned, sometimes, the best thing that you can give is your blessing, your blessing for him/her to be happy always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it's sad how certain people twisted that logic, and by just suddenly leaving without any reason, instead of inflicting minimal hurt to the other party, it inflicts the most hurt instead. isn't that ironic? leaving because it's for the other party's good, however at the end of the day, he/she made the other suffer instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when all of that has happened, all they do is to run away from reality, run away from the other party. and feel sad themselves, but if there's really a reason why there's such a need to seperate, why not explain and come up with a solution? even if seperating is unavoidable, at least both knows the reason why and maybe the hurt might be further reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, avoiding and running away from the problems hurts the other party more than letting them know the truth instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... O.O&lt;br /&gt;whether you believe it or not, i haven't been in love, neither have i liked somebody before. this is just what i feel upon seeing everybody around who i know has been/still is in a relationship. and based on &lt;s&gt;experience&lt;/s&gt; observation, i feel that when all of the above can be fulfilled, i guess that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's either love or just, nothing .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and when it's not, learn how to pick yourself up and move on .&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/27013987-7831666499916856589?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7831666499916856589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7831666499916856589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7831666499916856589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7831666499916856589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-isnt-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-8758598552317839819</id><published>2008-12-01T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:02:09.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why can't you just believe me, my words, my actions ..?&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;em&gt;i'm speechless .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sad . &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/27013987-8758598552317839819?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/8758598552317839819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=8758598552317839819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8758598552317839819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8758598552317839819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-you-just-believe-me-my-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5523146416038239236</id><published>2008-11-30T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:49:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xywm tagged me to do this quiz! as unwillingly i am, but since i'm bored now and i'm super lazy to blog about &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;, i've decided to keep myself entertained with quizzes! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. christy.&lt;br /&gt;2. beibei. ):&lt;br /&gt;3. baichi. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. christy.&lt;br /&gt;2. angeloffatex.&lt;br /&gt;3. .... i can't remember. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;1. singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2. indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;3. chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. being alone.&lt;br /&gt;2. being given the cold shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;3. getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. handphone.&lt;br /&gt;2. music.&lt;br /&gt;3. loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;1. church camp t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;2. fbt shorts.&lt;br /&gt;3. ear piece. (told you so! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;(recently~)&lt;br /&gt;1. 北极星的眼泪.&lt;br /&gt;2. skyway avenue.&lt;br /&gt;3. just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths &amp;amp; a lie, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. sometimes, i keep myself away from reality and live in illusions.&lt;br /&gt;2. i love to sing to myself while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;3. i have a crush on momoren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;2. sleeping :BB&lt;br /&gt;3. anything challenging and fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. go on outings with baichis, mortal, oneandonlyhope etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep for long hours.&lt;br /&gt;3. breakdown. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you’re considering/you’ve considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. teacher. (tian ah, that was so long ago-.-)&lt;br /&gt;2. psychologist. :D&lt;br /&gt;3. obs instructor (!!) O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy.&lt;br /&gt;3. France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. spend some time alone and reflect on past memories.&lt;br /&gt;2. do the sillest and stupidest things with close friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. find my other half ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. i whistle.&lt;br /&gt;2. i have muscles. (that makes me strong, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;3. i am cool. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. i worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm starting to like shopping! (teeheehee)&lt;br /&gt;3. self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that you would like see take this quiz too:&lt;br /&gt;1. twin.&lt;br /&gt;2. egg.&lt;br /&gt;3. du di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you got married to your most best guy friend, would you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;; not applicable. (HAHA, i don't have a best guy friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;; i took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;; ._. now? (yes, i'm smiling to myself, haha! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;; yes, but not the proper way .):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slept next to?&lt;br /&gt;; clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you order from taco bell?&lt;br /&gt;; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;br /&gt;; hmmm, this person doesn't exist. (as of yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what you were like a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;; yes, a cute girl with rebonded hair (LOL, kidding, i'm not cute ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have unlimited texting?&lt;br /&gt;; yes, and because of that, many envy me, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried because of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you're giving up on?&lt;br /&gt;; uh, yes but i'm still holding on, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose pool did you last swim in?&lt;br /&gt;; some swimming complex. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on throwing a party this summer?&lt;br /&gt;; no plans as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which girl's house was the last you spent the night at?&lt;br /&gt;; soulmate's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;; silly things that don't make sense. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was last week?&lt;br /&gt;; just like any other, as busy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could you go for right this second?&lt;br /&gt;; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the morning?&lt;br /&gt;; sleep as much as i want, and do my tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever turn off your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;; it's on 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like certain romantic cliches?&lt;br /&gt;; yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;Where is your best friend(s) at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;; hmmm, all at home apparenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a ceiling fan located in your room?&lt;br /&gt;; nope, but i have a high ceiling! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing that has happened to you lately?&lt;br /&gt;; finding out that some people close to me wasn't who i really expect her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;; *fast forwards to the future* uh, white. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sounds are you currently hearing?&lt;br /&gt;; one of my favourite songs currently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;br /&gt;; haha, yes, sheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;; 秘密, haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you growing apart from someone close?&lt;br /&gt;; yes, that's how i'm feeling recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default pic taken?&lt;br /&gt;; in malaysia, at the orphanage with the small chio girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;; nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are you on the phone daily?&lt;br /&gt;; depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah, feeling much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;; no and not really looking that forward actually, but when the time comes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your life?&lt;br /&gt;; i don't know, but i believe there's a purpose behind it when god gives me a challenge to overcome. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust with EVERYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;; mostly, myself. sometimes, with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;; i see myself on my comfy bed sleeping. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;; on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your background on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;; me with fellow baichis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to shop?&lt;br /&gt;; anywhere with cheap but good deals! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;br /&gt;; anything comfortable, i'm pretty laid-back actually. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a good driver?&lt;br /&gt;; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a day without eating?&lt;br /&gt;; nope, i live to eat, and i eat to live, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the telephone?&lt;br /&gt;; shahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;; no, because i was awoken from my deprived sleep! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;; i used to be. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;; check my phone for any messages/missed calls. if not, hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;br /&gt;; oh, it's a mess, too complicated to describe, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever talked to someone that was drunk?&lt;br /&gt;; hmmm, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;; on the surface, no. but within, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?&lt;br /&gt;; it's still in good condition! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;; 2, but i only use 1 apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;; yes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;; nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last guy you texted?&lt;br /&gt;- at times, LOL, when he gives m endless sums that i can't do! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took a nap?&lt;br /&gt;- this aftennoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you only drink bottled water?&lt;br /&gt;- ._.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- bei ji xing de yan lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- shahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you shared a bed with?&lt;br /&gt;- mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind most today?&lt;br /&gt;- what's gonna happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that happened today that made you angry?&lt;br /&gt;- no, gladly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes, talk. sometimes, hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear makeup?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;- am i? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, everyone makes mistake. but then again, it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;- msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date/hook up with your brothers best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't have a brother. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a panic attack?&lt;br /&gt;- haha, yes when i was young with no brains. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- black with a bit of golden and white. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;- youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy or sad right now?&lt;br /&gt;- both, somehow. actually, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your phone right beside you?&lt;br /&gt;- no, it's only 1m away from me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next few months?&lt;br /&gt;- free from exams, and getting more new clothes, holidays, prom night, graduation! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;- check my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your best friend(s) call you?&lt;br /&gt;- beibei-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer a thunderstorm or for it to be snowing?&lt;br /&gt;- snow, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you call the most?&lt;br /&gt;- xiuwen, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;- showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fought for the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- no, i'm not that childish. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you that good at math?&lt;br /&gt;- no, not at all. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do/did you listen to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- when they sound logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age did you learn to ride a bike?&lt;br /&gt;- around 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;- the one at australia (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- nope, but i intend to, after JC life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love anyone right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, many. family, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- i wished i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;br /&gt;- it's not up to me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;- one thing is that i took a nap, teehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;- used to so now my fingers look short and fat-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of tattoos do you want/ have?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give special ringtones to certain people?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, ringtones that reminds me of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked mean about anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember your last dream?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you see your boyfriend/girlfriend kissing another person, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know, cause i don't have one. but if so, i'd most probably go nuts. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- tuition homework, re-exams etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you type over 60 words per minute?&lt;br /&gt;- haha, i don't think so, i'm a slow typer, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be able to date someone who had a kid with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing 5 hours from now?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll still be sleeping i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the highlight for today?&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you had fun today?&lt;br /&gt;- haha, so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to die in a few hours time, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- do things that make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND: -&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SCHOOL: marine parade PAP and proud of it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CELL PHONE: nokia phone, without colour!&lt;br /&gt;FIRST FUNERAL: when I was 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PET: turtle called .. dolly? ._. i can't remember the name, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST BIG TRIP: i don't get you.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST FIGHT: with sister, clara.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CELEBRITY CRUSH: LOL, no recollections of it though.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME OUT OF THE COUNTRY?: indonesia when i was 2/3.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST JOB: -&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MYSPACE FRIEND: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED: soulmate, haha!&lt;br /&gt;LAST CAR RIDE: this morning.&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: longlongago.&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: beverly hills chihuahua, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;LAST FOOD YOU ATE: chocolate flavoured sticks!&lt;br /&gt;LAST ITEM BOUGHT: clips!&lt;br /&gt;LAST SHIRT WORN: church camp tee.&lt;br /&gt;LAST PHONE CALL: last night.&lt;br /&gt;LAST TEXT MESSAGE: shahirah.&lt;br /&gt;LAST KISS: -&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU TOUCHED: keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;LAST FUNERAL: 1998.&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME AT THE MALL: this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE EXCITED FOR SOMETHING: last few days?&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU SAW: youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU DRANK: iced water.&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON THAT BROKE YOUR HEART: LOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE REALLY HONESTLY HAPPY?: i have no idea. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, 4 quizzes. i'm tired to continue any longer. haha, alright now i'm off to accompany my sister to watch goong, princess hours! i suppose i shall blog about &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; soon! but for now, it's watching and sleeping! :D toodles! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. i miss you lynn twin! come back soon okay. (: love you, dearest! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5523146416038239236?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5523146416038239236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5523146416038239236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5523146416038239236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5523146416038239236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/xywm-tagged-me-to-do-this-quiz-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-396866721718307728</id><published>2008-11-29T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:08:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isn't it an irony that many times in life, things don't really turn out the way we expect it to be. when we were young, life just seemed so carefree and simple. we didn't had to worry about anything in this world besides being unable to get what we wanted. friends were honest with each other and it was just about having fun and being happy together kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you agree that in life, when we get closer to certain people, the harder it is for us to see and grasp clearly who the other really is within. we often get blinded by this fact and thus, our thinking becomes irrational. the only thing we see in them are their positive traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's good that sometimes, we should learn how to take a step back and understand what's really going on around us. this way, not only would we be able to realize the truth itself, we might also be able to prevent ourselves from getting hurt from certain words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many of your friends can always tell you to cheer up when you're down, but at the end of the day, you'd still have to get over it all on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things, which has already been said, can never be unsaid .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-396866721718307728?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/396866721718307728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=396866721718307728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/396866721718307728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/396866721718307728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/isnt-it-irony-that-many-times-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-2696955641222753799</id><published>2008-11-26T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:44:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling really lazy to update my blog. so i shall just make random comments on whatever that has been happening recently. i'll definitely go for the church camp coming up on the 5th - 7th dec. a last minute decision to go for 'D' leaders seminar and boy, i didn't regret making that decision! :D sandcastle building, OBS campsite for seminar, wow! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 1 oc meeting on tuesday then after i proceeded to lijin's house for lunch, thankyou to lijin's mama for the nice meal. (: after all of that, went to the popular at simei and met sheryl before we went to bk to stitch for lijin, do tuition homework for myself and making trouble for sheryl, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 5, we mrt-ed to pasir ris and crazy sheryl found the bag she wanted but no $$. teeheehee. rushed for tuition and tuition was crazy. i was given like questions of co-ordinate geometry which i claimed to have no clue about that topic. and i got scoldings from raymond in front of everybody else, almost wanted to cry. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know he's doing this for my own good. and he's like giving me extra tuition to help me with my re-test that's coming up, both emaths and amaths. and after yesterday, i guarantee that my co-ordinate geometry 突飞猛进. LOL. I LIKE MATHS, it's been so long since i last had that feeling ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been neglecting my combined humanities, and 16th dec isn't really that far away from now. =/ emaths on 17th, which i really thank raymond for his help, though he can really be blunt and harsh at times. chemistry and physics, gosh. i really need help now. but do i have the energy, time and courage to face all these tests? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, there's npcc training tomorrow. so when i'm in the mood to blog, then i'll reedit to elaborate. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;ps. i nearly forgot that there was a chalet tmr till roslin reminded me, LOL. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-2696955641222753799?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/2696955641222753799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=2696955641222753799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2696955641222753799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/2696955641222753799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-feeling-really-lazy-to-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3612359377516018186</id><published>2008-11-22T21:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:15:27.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part II; PICTURES! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One; Departure.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airport;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0uhkDXvI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/TH--sSD_iio/s1600-h/NP+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271521337725378290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0uhkDXvI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/TH--sSD_iio/s400/NP+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SISTERS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0uTOb7UI/AAAAAAAAC3I/G8pZ7kdrHGQ/s1600-h/NP+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271521333876616514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0uTOb7UI/AAAAAAAAC3I/G8pZ7kdrHGQ/s400/NP+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0tlReA0I/AAAAAAAAC3A/hMSi5sOIIck/s1600-h/NP+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271521321541305154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0tlReA0I/AAAAAAAAC3A/hMSi5sOIIck/s400/NP+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maggie, hazmira, shahirah. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0s6OL-JI/AAAAAAAAC24/GD-4qnYNmjg/s1600-h/NP+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271521309984815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0s6OL-JI/AAAAAAAAC24/GD-4qnYNmjg/s400/NP+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;banana, pebble, egg. LOL. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgujNJJ_II/AAAAAAAAC2w/hcvIsjQfCaw/s1600-h/NP+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271514546195528834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgujNJJ_II/AAAAAAAAC2w/hcvIsjQfCaw/s400/NP+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSguibFVyCI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/Fn1Any5ML0c/s1600-h/NP+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271514532757751842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSguibFVyCI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/Fn1Any5ML0c/s400/NP+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSguiJsXl3I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/d7PoEFPhYkQ/s1600-h/NP+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271514528089610098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSguiJsXl3I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/d7PoEFPhYkQ/s400/NP+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#01!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgtumcZ8RI/AAAAAAAAC2A/of_SynTK3IM/s1600-h/NP+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513642454085906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgtumcZ8RI/AAAAAAAAC2A/of_SynTK3IM/s400/NP+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #02!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgtuHuHtFI/AAAAAAAAC14/dtIYYc7kYbw/s1600-h/NP+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513634206889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgtuHuHtFI/AAAAAAAAC14/dtIYYc7kYbw/s400/NP+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgtt-j1wnI/AAAAAAAAC1w/vH1WvlmrPXM/s1600-h/NP+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513631747850866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgtt-j1wnI/AAAAAAAAC1w/vH1WvlmrPXM/s400/NP+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sec 3s! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plane;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgttNz8ZJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/wQlTXT5k8rI/s1600-h/NP+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271513618662057106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgttNz8ZJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/wQlTXT5k8rI/s400/NP+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Two; Mount Kinabalu. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgp7mnItoI/AAAAAAAAC1g/7yscowSQsjY/s1600-h/NP+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271509467790882434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgp7mnItoI/AAAAAAAAC1g/7yscowSQsjY/s400/NP+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgp7hrEqEI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/jErVmjvCgZA/s1600-h/NP+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271509466465216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgp7hrEqEI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/jErVmjvCgZA/s400/NP+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgld5icgBI/AAAAAAAAC04/XCQxNFkEfN4/s1600-h/NP+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271504559428894738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgld5icgBI/AAAAAAAAC04/XCQxNFkEfN4/s400/NP+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LONG WAY TO GOOOOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgldoNRkWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/46hncacIxkA/s1600-h/NP+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271504554776695138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgldoNRkWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/46hncacIxkA/s400/NP+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we trekked ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgldEMacMI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/5rknzwHDrzo/s1600-h/NP+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271504545109405890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgldEMacMI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/5rknzwHDrzo/s400/NP+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and trekked ..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkxLBE7fI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ZmJHTbyvw5U/s1600-h/NP+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271503791026662898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkxLBE7fI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ZmJHTbyvw5U/s400/NP+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after a longlong time, we finally reached the waterfall! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkw2Eq-OI/AAAAAAAAC0A/6PNPAnPs5l0/s1600-h/NP+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271503785404594402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkw2Eq-OI/AAAAAAAAC0A/6PNPAnPs5l0/s400/NP+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FIRST AIDER YOZXC. ;D *points to blue bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkwhQGeOI/AAAAAAAACz4/RiRdbzqK09I/s1600-h/NP+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271503779815389410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkwhQGeOI/AAAAAAAACz4/RiRdbzqK09I/s400/NP+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE MADE IT, YAYYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkwqK_E5I/AAAAAAAACzw/szQo6Cx-rtk/s1600-h/NP+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271503782209852306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgkwqK_E5I/AAAAAAAACzw/szQo6Cx-rtk/s400/NP+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #03!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Three; White water rafting.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgiphj1JvI/AAAAAAAACyY/3fvGGMlzsbU/s1600-h/NP+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271501460615800562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgiphj1JvI/AAAAAAAACyY/3fvGGMlzsbU/s400/NP+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;edwina, roslin, chunluan, christy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;body rafting;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgipXjVA8I/AAAAAAAACyQ/3TnoLOP5qZM/s1600-h/NP+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271501457929339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgipXjVA8I/AAAAAAAACyQ/3TnoLOP5qZM/s400/NP+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;edwina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgipDwreTI/AAAAAAAACyI/mxKFssfcHnQ/s1600-h/NP+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271501452616628530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgipDwreTI/AAAAAAAACyI/mxKFssfcHnQ/s400/NP+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chunluan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgiofRsz8I/AAAAAAAACyA/rRVgNp-jiZ4/s1600-h/NP+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271501442823016386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgiofRsz8I/AAAAAAAACyA/rRVgNp-jiZ4/s400/NP+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roslin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgioJW-PFI/AAAAAAAACx4/Dxi1jN1Rsc4/s1600-h/NP+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271501436939549778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgioJW-PFI/AAAAAAAACx4/Dxi1jN1Rsc4/s400/NP+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unglam woman. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghL8UiAnI/AAAAAAAACxw/w5u1Zx92y4c/s1600-h/NP+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499852891685490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghL8UiAnI/AAAAAAAACxw/w5u1Zx92y4c/s400/NP+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#04!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghL-pfqoI/AAAAAAAACxo/ZJ_H3kAVVm8/s1600-h/NP+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499853516483202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghL-pfqoI/AAAAAAAACxo/ZJ_H3kAVVm8/s400/NP+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Four; Market, Shopping, City Tour, Orphanage, Home. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghLfeSukI/AAAAAAAACxg/zMqjACi5bCM/s1600-h/NP+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499845147998786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghLfeSukI/AAAAAAAACxg/zMqjACi5bCM/s400/NP+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghLNKEKEI/AAAAAAAACxY/3k3MVdTE7OM/s1600-h/NP+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499840231319618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghLNKEKEI/AAAAAAAACxY/3k3MVdTE7OM/s400/NP+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOOD EDIBLE AND DELICIOUS, CERTIFIED BY YOURS TRULY. :DDDDDD &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghLPxjiTI/AAAAAAAACxQ/vfbiaNaZm7s/s1600-h/NP+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499840933824818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSghLPxjiTI/AAAAAAAACxQ/vfbiaNaZm7s/s400/NP+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUMYUM. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Museum;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTJNit3RI/AAAAAAAACxI/c-nF4KEkmaI/s1600-h/NP+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484412812188946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTJNit3RI/AAAAAAAACxI/c-nF4KEkmaI/s400/NP+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'longhouse'! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTI6e8CSI/AAAAAAAACxA/diT1WS-ZiMw/s1600-h/NP+0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484407696066850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTI6e8CSI/AAAAAAAACxA/diT1WS-ZiMw/s400/NP+0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTIWwOIfI/AAAAAAAACw4/TBhRF7rW_i4/s1600-h/NP+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484398104879602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTIWwOIfI/AAAAAAAACw4/TBhRF7rW_i4/s400/NP+196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTILZD-GI/AAAAAAAACww/hYdsrtmmxhA/s1600-h/NP+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484395054954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTILZD-GI/AAAAAAAACww/hYdsrtmmxhA/s400/NP+197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTHYSAFsI/AAAAAAAACwo/xM5wY2USVtU/s1600-h/NP+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484381335131842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgTHYSAFsI/AAAAAAAACwo/xM5wY2USVtU/s400/NP+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR4rFhm2I/AAAAAAAACwg/SMda-msBims/s1600-h/NP+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271483029173410658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR4rFhm2I/AAAAAAAACwg/SMda-msBims/s400/NP+199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR4XHchJI/AAAAAAAACwY/aU9inbkQ0N4/s1600-h/NP+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271483023812756626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR4XHchJI/AAAAAAAACwY/aU9inbkQ0N4/s400/NP+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #05!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orphanage;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR4HIAjCI/AAAAAAAACwQ/ERdV_JJgU-s/s1600-h/NP+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271483019520150562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR4HIAjCI/AAAAAAAACwQ/ERdV_JJgU-s/s400/NP+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR3wI6uHI/AAAAAAAACwI/HS5msavQf2U/s1600-h/NP+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271483013349947506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR3wI6uHI/AAAAAAAACwI/HS5msavQf2U/s400/NP+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; interacting with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR3vl7-9I/AAAAAAAACwA/88xtJsE8b_M/s1600-h/NP+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271483013203229650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgR3vl7-9I/AAAAAAAACwA/88xtJsE8b_M/s400/NP+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJxtpsCI/AAAAAAAACv4/B1YL-3A5Rds/s1600-h/NP+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482223498473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJxtpsCI/AAAAAAAACv4/B1YL-3A5Rds/s400/NP+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XianDa's new gf! wootwoot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJmr2q4I/AAAAAAAACvw/YcgEG2dRGQY/s1600-h/NP+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482220538145666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJmr2q4I/AAAAAAAACvw/YcgEG2dRGQY/s400/NP+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#06!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJey4jFI/AAAAAAAACvo/gnFC54AMkwg/s1600-h/NP+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482218420145234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJey4jFI/AAAAAAAACvo/gnFC54AMkwg/s400/NP+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJTXwQRI/AAAAAAAACvg/E2GWFvJDOtQ/s1600-h/NP+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482215353565458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJTXwQRI/AAAAAAAACvg/E2GWFvJDOtQ/s400/NP+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG OMG OMG, THE SMALL GIRL SO CUTE RIGHT?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia Airport;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJO8qDpI/AAAAAAAACvY/U34HTpb6kA4/s1600-h/NP+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482214166171282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgRJO8qDpI/AAAAAAAACvY/U34HTpb6kA4/s400/NP+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgQplOqWhI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FBwf5Dg4Lr0/s1600-h/NP+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481670391454226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgQplOqWhI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FBwf5Dg4Lr0/s400/NP+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mr Zul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgQpUvlHDI/AAAAAAAACvI/X0LlSdDanlE/s1600-h/NP+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481665966119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSgQpUvlHDI/AAAAAAAACvI/X0LlSdDanlE/s400/NP+306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Miss Si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after 4 hours +, i'm done. (: There're still some missing photos, but let's just make do with this yeah! :DDDDDDD i'll update again soon enough. (: just wait and see! teeheehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/27013987-3612359377516018186?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3612359377516018186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3612359377516018186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3612359377516018186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3612359377516018186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-ii-pictures-d-day-one-departure.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SSg0uhkDXvI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/TH--sSD_iio/s72-c/NP+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-4892409594259123927</id><published>2008-11-21T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:40:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know you all have been waiting for ....&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;FOR ME TO POST ABOUT THE SABAH TRIP RIGHT, TEEHEEHEE! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't planning to update till the photos come. but since i promised girlfriend that i'll blog today, regardless with or without the pictures, so here it goes. oh yes, before starting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you all getting some drinks and tidbits for your own, cause this might take a long long long time, based on those people who know me, i do nag and get out of point sometimes. T_T so yeah, i'll be wasting about 5-15 minutes of your time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be part I, while pictures will be from part ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ etc. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day #01! :D 15th November 2008.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo~ i reached the airport at around 6.40pm like that with my family. proceeded to the meet-up place and saw many sec 2s and sec 4s around. BUT WHERE WERE MY FRIENDS?!?!?! ): LOL, called them and realized that egg was still down at the supermarket with her parents while banana and pebble MIA. WHA, GG LA. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i took photos with my family and my sec 2 squad. (: before we checked in our luggages which took (@*$&amp;amp;@#*@!*!&amp;amp;($^(@#&amp;amp;(!@# of our time. -.- camwhored as one big family before going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SKIP SKIP SKIP* we were waiting for the plane at gate D47. as the plane was *AHEM* budget=x (air asia), we could sit anyhow we like! based on my understanding, all typical singaporeans would be super 'kiasu' and CHIONG AHHHH the moment the plane's ready. =.= so because i was a singaporean as well, ..... (: (you should know what action i'd take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to get a wonderful seat at the back, and it was window seat! :DDD i sat with edwina while roslin and chunluan sat behind us. the whole trip was bumpy and scary, and some of us were nervous that it would crash. *TOUCHWOOD!* and as usual, i had motion sickness. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we landed at kota kinabalu, safely. HENG AHH. [: for the first time, i got to get down using the ladder/staircase/whatever you call it. :DDD and after going through all the immigration, we got ourselves into the bus and got to the hotel to check in. i think it was around 1am already when we got there? so we were extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room #210 with roslin and chun luan while edwina was just a room away from us! 2 beds, 1 mattress! i was together with the mattress for the first night and oh yes, i bet we were the most weirdest customers around with all the mess we made in the room each day! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day #02! 16th November 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, WE WOKE UP LATE THAT DAY. -.- despite the morning call at 6am. princess egg and princess pebble could still sleep so soundly while poor servant christy had to wake them up. initially i was pretty soft towards princess egg, but upon knowing that we were late{6.53am}, (ps, we were supposed to have our breakfast at 7am), i practically just shaked her up. HAHAHAHAHAHA. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONGGG AHH. and got ourselves down by about 7.10am? rushed breakfast which was really good. ^^ and took a bus trip that took 2 and a half hours up the mountain. dozed off on the way but awakened quite a few times as i wasn't used to sleeping in buses. =/ the tour guide was called wilhem? and he leaded us for the trekking trip. i thought it would be fun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shortened the trekking trip (i'd most probably take tenhundredthousand years to finish it), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTY LIM SHIN PEI TREKKED A TOTAL OF 7.3km UP AND DOWN WITHIN 6 HOURS. :DDDDDD &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and plus, we were at least, 3.3km above the sea level. x.x and the mountain was 4, 592 m high, highest in SEA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course our trekking trip wasn't made easy, we had company. (: remember during sec 3 camp where many people kena leeches and i was one of the "heng heng" ones who didn't get it? alright, this time, they got us-.- we didn't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really disgusting. if you wanna know how it looks like, you can always google the pictures. :D SUPER STICKYYYY AND IT SUCKS YOUR BLOOD LIKE SOME VAMPIRE! ): oh, but i was really special, &lt;em&gt;REALLY SPECIAL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while most of them got leeches on their legs, i had a total of 7 leeches on me. T_T and out of 7 of them, i had 3 leech bites. those that didn't bite me was the 2 on my shoe, 1 on my left leg(GONNA SUCK ALR, LUCKY SIAH) and 1 on my finger-_- WAIT, but the ones that really GOT ME, was 1 on my right leg (!) , 1 on my back (!!!), 1 on my .... NECK (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) WTH SIAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time, if you all are going on trekking or somewhere with mud, please bring salt as it would kill the leeches immediately and ease your pain! oh yes, quite a few times, we almost slipped down the mountain! X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as everything was delayed, (from about 3hours-6hours?!) we had our super-late-lunch at 5.30pm and i didn't managed to go for the hotsprings partly because i was lazy and i was afraid the leech bite might hurt-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we got onto the bus, which was around 6pm, the sky was as dark as Singapore's 8pm! O.O and seriously, i'm impressed with the bus uncle who managed to get down the hill without street lights! O: despite all the mist and the fog. if i was the driver, i'd most probably bump into some tree and just die. T_T LOLLLLLLL, *TOUCHWOOD!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching the hotel, we had our dinner, 9pm! -.- after, we proceeded to 7-11 for some small snacks and rested back at our rooms. we didn't really managed to join edwina they all as we were like 30minutes late by the time we were done, LOL. so we slept. (: roslin slept with the mattress that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day #03! 17th November 2008.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren't late this time! ^^ thanks to my alarm clock and edwina's morning call which caused to stare at the ceiling for the next 30 minutes as i wasn't able to sleep anymore-.- so at 7.30am, poor servant christy called princess egg and princess pebble up again. =/ (sian, always kena bullied, LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast was wonderful and we took our time to pack up as we only had to assemble at 9am. we then bused to the kiulu river where we had our white water rafting. it took us around 1 and a half hour to get there? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got our helmets, life vests. safety talk *SKIP SKIP* then the next thing i know it, i was sitting on the same raft as roslin, chunluan, edwina and miss poh. we had 2 instructors, jack mainly in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought sitting in the middle would be super disadvantageous but instead, i was super lucky as when other rafts splashed us with water, the front and back would protect me, LOL. :DDD all i had to do was to keep on rafting, rafting, rafting. :XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at a certain point of our 7km journey and did body rafting, meaning to raft down a certain part of the river which had rapids that send us ZOOMINGGGGGG down the water. :D but in the process, my back got hurt as 2 rocks knocked into it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we continued, and we saw many guys falling out the raft. i can't help but laugh. =x but overall, i really had lots of fun. but the fun was so so short, as compared to the 6hours EXTREME HIKING. ._. the lunch provided was not bad, no flies at least! (^.^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after changing and getting back to the hotel, we went shopping! :DDD as edwina and roslin got too engrossed into looking at clothes, chunluan and i decided to go to another shop to buy soveniors for family and friends. (: then everything went haywire when we lost edwina and roslin. and they lost us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they actually used a very very embarrassing way to find us-.-' through the PA system, O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GONG, GONG*&lt;br /&gt;speaker: attention all shoppers, can i have your attention please.&lt;br /&gt;*chun luan and christy walks on like nothing has happened*&lt;br /&gt;speaker: can chun chun, *pauses*, chun luan and bei bei(._.), please come down to the information counter now. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;*chun luan and christy shocked tio, stares at each other and laughs all the way down the escalator*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guarantee i would never have the face to step into that shopping mall again la! T_T wlao eh, the "best" part is that our teachers were there also. -.- DAMN PAISEH CANNNNNNNNN! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, we finally managed to play. but sadly, my body wasn't willing to co-operate so in the end, half the time, i was lying on the bed, half-asleep. =.= oh yes, i must say this scene, roslin super paiseh la. we were watching this tv show at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings from the television*&lt;br /&gt;roslin: edwina, your phone's ringing, go pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;*edwina and i thought of it as a joke from roslin, as usual*&lt;br /&gt;edwina: roslin, from tv lei. you still joking about it.&lt;br /&gt;*roslin shocked and giving that "OMG, I'M WRONG FACE". upon realising she was wrong, she paisehed*&lt;br /&gt;*edwina and i laughed our heads after that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played abit of uno, and crapped alot with the sec 2 girls. this time, we slept super early, around 11+pm? :D chun luan slept with the mattress on the last night. teeheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day #04! 18th November 2008.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last superb breakfast! ): checked out of the hotel and firstly, we went to the market where i bought many crackers for my parents! :D after that, we went for lunch which totally made me gain back all the calories i lost for rafting and hiking-.- the food that was given to us was never-ending. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we proceeded to this museum where we learnt the history of Sabah, haha. talking about it, something funny happened again. because there was this exhibit which had 2 windows and many was crowding it. so i found this secret window at the side which noone noticed. i was thinking of scaring my junior. but in the end ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*christy stares at junior and smiles like wax statue*&lt;br /&gt;*junior looks away, edwina stared in and got shocked upon looking at me*&lt;br /&gt;*christy laughs for scaring somebody and felt guilty for scaring the wrong person*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that somebody told edwina that the girl inside was scary. and they were meaning the one on her knees inside. but as edwina stared in, she thought the girl was me and that "girl" had a striking resemblance with christy, so she got shocked. LOL. after camwhoring many times, we bused to the largest shopping mall in sabah? ._., 1Borneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought chocolate waffle with the rest and seriously, their waffle, the working attitude and the behaviour really super good! :D i was very impressed. and i had fun at the machines, playing photoshoot! LOLLL. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we bused down to the orphanage for cip. i felt really very shy at first as the children weren't really opening up and i'm not the kind who would specially get close to another person unless there's fate, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had songs and cheers, and dancing. and it felt really awkward as the only way to communicate with them is through malay. okay, now i regret not learning indonesian language from my mummy. T_T but as time passes, i saw this small little cute girl who seemed shy (unless other children who are bubbly and outgoing) standing at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being miss nice(HAHAHAHA), i approached her and tried to make her feel more attached to us. and i managed to do it, somehow! :DD wow, i love her alot can, she gives me ^5 countless times and lets me carry her. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then before we left, suddenly, another girl run across to me and gave me a ^5 and a hug, i was surprised! HAHA. :D and YAY, edwina thinks i can handle kids well! well, but hazmira and kaiting can handle kids way better. now, i'm thinking why i didn't choose childcare centre as my work attachment plan-.- but it's okay, animals are cute too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T BEAR TO LEAVEEEEEEEE! ): i hoped i could stay there and be a volunteer to take care of all the children there, esp the little girl! :D CUTE SIAHHHHHHH. (: or maybe i could have adbucted her home! =x oh yes, 1 girl in her teens was in love with xianda such that she did not want to let go of her hand, LOLLLLLLLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to the airport and had our dinner at kfc, for free! [: and oh, the plane back to singapore was more crowded than before so as usual, we chionged like mad people and we'd most probably ruin the school's reputation as we were wearing crest tee. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plane trip back to singapore, seemed like forever. T_T maybe it's because i had motion sickness and this time, i couldn't hold back anymore so i threw up in the end. x.x and surprisingly, we arrived at singapore way earlier than expected. thanks to edwina, roslin chunluan mainly and the rest for your utmost concern! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with family and went home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's the end of .. part I! go ahead and look forward to the pictures yeah! :D whees, outings from next week! I NEED MONEY $$$$$ LOL. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you do this to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-4892409594259123927?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/4892409594259123927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=4892409594259123927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4892409594259123927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/4892409594259123927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-you-all-have-been-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3787676474081235871</id><published>2008-11-18T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:59:49.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO SINGAPORE! :DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you'll have my reassurance that i'll blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;because i need all the pictures to tell you in detail about my "exciting" trip! ^^&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/edited)&lt;br /&gt;YOZXC, IT'S 19112008, 2256hours, but i'm not home now! O:&lt;br /&gt;shall update when i'm home, maybe tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'll think about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3787676474081235871?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3787676474081235871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3787676474081235871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3787676474081235871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3787676474081235871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-singapore-ddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-6462095632469319288</id><published>2008-11-15T16:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:42:17.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promised myself that i'll post before i go off, here it goes. in about an hour time, i'll be leaving for the airport, to take a plane to malaysia. ._. my luggage's ready, my bagpack's ready, my family's ready, but my heart's not ready. because i'll definitely miss many people here in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss;&lt;br /&gt;(in random order)&lt;br /&gt;mummy, daddy, grandma!, claralimshinwei, chelsealimshinyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chienxiuwen&lt;em&gt;xywm&lt;/em&gt;, leongyuqi&lt;em&gt;soulmate&lt;/em&gt;, angelayeoli-lin&lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;, esteekhoxiaojuan&lt;em&gt;mortal&lt;/em&gt;, lynntanshanshan&lt;em&gt;twin&lt;/em&gt;, henglijin&lt;em&gt;oneandonlyhope&lt;/em&gt;, sherylteoyifang&lt;em&gt;mei&lt;/em&gt;, jorim&lt;em&gt;superjunior&lt;/em&gt;, deannetanrouhui and manymanymany more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pillow, my blanket, my bed, my piglet, my guitar, my bathroom, my bedroom, my computer, my television, my ipod-touch, homecooked food, fresh water, refreshing oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheep, clouds, sky, cow, rain, house, curtains, fan, window, bathtub, sun, photos, music, drama series, moon, pig, chicken, grass, soil, horse, keychain, hairband, pen, pencil, railing, bus, ruler, mrt, scissor, glue, bedsheet, soft toys, rabbit, turtle, rainbow ..... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i better stop if not i'll go on and on and on. ._. but looking on the brighter side, i have chialinroslin&lt;em&gt;pebble&lt;/em&gt;, quekchunluan&lt;em&gt;egg &lt;/em&gt;and edwinachowmeisee&lt;em&gt;banana&lt;/em&gt;, magdalene&lt;em&gt;maggiemee&lt;/em&gt;, shahirah&lt;em&gt;bimbo&lt;/em&gt;, hazmira and my lovely sec 2 squad! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do not bother calling me from 15th nov onwards till 18th november because there's no way you can get to me. smses of misses are welcome though, so that i'll know who missed me as well! LOL, kidding. :B TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, take care all and enjoy your holidays, people! ^^ love you all. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as unfulfilled promises turn to shackles .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-6462095632469319288?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/6462095632469319288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=6462095632469319288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6462095632469319288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/6462095632469319288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-promised-myself-that-ill-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-5558200020328522074</id><published>2008-11-12T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:54:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOO! :DDDDD after changing skin and song, i finally feel so much refreshed and energetic to blog! woohoo, this week's the last one and i think time really flies because tomorrow's the last day of school already! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, i remembered that amaths was pretty beneficial, though i couldn't really do like half the questions. but at least, i felt that i really absorbed the information in hard. and we learnt moments during physics that day! xD hee, and knowing that it was actually mr L's birthday on sunday, some of us went to get the cake during recess since there was another physics lesson before school ended that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies was fun, yay. sometimes, facing a positive and eager attitude towards a subject really helps one to be energetic instead of dozing off in class. (: and during physics lesson, pira got $10 from mr L for being able to do some trick-.- oh yes, before i continue, let me emphasise on the $10. REMEMBER, THE S$10. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though we had a surprise for mr L, but he wasn't co-operative! so it kinda delayed the time. T_T but it turned out pretty fine later on. he was so touched that he started saying words that we'd never expect from him and he actually laughed!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we managed to surprise him with the cake and what's more, his beloved present from sec 3C. (: guess what it was.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;S$10 (!!!) HAHAHA, what goes around comes around eh? (: after, we had a group photo but i don't know where's the photo now! ): shall post it up when i find out whose phone was it yeah! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npcc training was .. fun/tiring/exciting/whatever. we managed to play games, using abit of water, flour and mud. ._. i had my share of fun being a station master by pouring flour onto my fellow cadets. :DDD but the walking around of having to take a mop really makes me feel tired. but it's all worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the field, that's where my zi-highing all began. the grass was filled with muddy water so when i stepped on it, my whole shoes was with mud. GG. T_T besides doing pumping, crutches on the muddy water, we did hornet attack and commando crawl as well! xD and of course, cheers. i ask my love, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i left early though cause i had to rush for tuition. in the midst of changing, i heard some things that i didn't wish to hear. and i really felt sad. =/ but i'll not give up. i'm sure my sec 2 squad will do so much better, i have faith! :D JIAYOUUU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of the muddy water, it caused me cuts and rashes! ): ): ): ): ): BOOHOOOOOOOOO. but the fact that i managed to get mortal flour on her face makes me feel so &lt;s&gt;evil&lt;/s&gt; HAPPY, LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. come and get me if you can ohhhhhh! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was beneficial, as usual. i learnt product law that day. and guess what? my teacher said that after a few sessions, my indices improved terriblyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! now, am i supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult? -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, i only remembered mrs V giving us comprehension and i was in no mood to do anything at all. maybe it's because i was tired. =/ social studies became less entertaining because my brain refuses to wake itself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually i only think that i was super blur and tired on that day. even when i went for guitar, i only practiced a few times of the song but i keep missing certain notes and that really worries me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! hahaha, literature was getting boring. T_T the time during chemistry flew very quickly because mrs R Lim took over the lesson and went through our SPA file. (: after that, i went for the overseas trip briefing at 10 and skipped lessons all the way till 1230. cool man. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i met up with lijin to get to the interchange to meet jorim and sheryl. we then took the mrt all the way to orchard and bought food/drinks only to find out later that they want to bake cookies. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo. in the end, we went all the way to my house. but then again, we changed plans. instead of baking, it became watching 27 dresses and eating tidbits/drinking F&amp;amp;N orange. heehee. (: before they left my house, we camwhored! the rain's so so big that my umbrella flew upwards (!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll be going overseas on saturday night! so i've decided, i shall blog the next 2 days on either friday/saturday afternoon yeah! oh my, i'll definitely miss many many many friends and family! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrKkhWVtrI/AAAAAAAACtY/X0-9va0Z4EY/s1600-h/12112008_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267745442939385522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrKkhWVtrI/AAAAAAAACtY/X0-9va0Z4EY/s400/12112008_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrKkV5EMvI/AAAAAAAACtQ/hv3LrIx7aT0/s1600-h/12112008_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267745439863812850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrJ4nxl-pI/AAAAAAAACsw/T3Lj7ltarwk/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrJ4nUtEHI/AAAAAAAACso/ZiMKgAAzZuQ/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267744688628895858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrJ4nUtEHI/AAAAAAAACso/ZiMKgAAzZuQ/s400/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrJ4kCRKBI/AAAAAAAACsg/jcxn0dJeN-M/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267744687746263058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrJ4kCRKBI/AAAAAAAACsg/jcxn0dJeN-M/s400/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so maybe you'll see me being lonely at a point of time .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-5558200020328522074?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/5558200020328522074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=5558200020328522074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5558200020328522074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/5558200020328522074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/hellooooooooo-ddddd-after-changing-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRrKkhWVtrI/AAAAAAAACtY/X0-9va0Z4EY/s72-c/12112008_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-7990130984393483665</id><published>2008-11-08T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:03:46.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes in life, all i want is to be happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ironically, that's the most difficult thing to ever achieve in life .&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/27013987-7990130984393483665?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/7990130984393483665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=7990130984393483665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7990130984393483665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/7990130984393483665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-in-life-all-i-want-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-8309480876158340973</id><published>2008-11-07T21:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:53:45.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOZXC, WHAT'S UP PEOPLE! :DDDDDD i'm finally free from well, 'O' levels examinations for now, except for the fact that i do have 5 re-examinations waiting for me. but i decided, that since i'm in a good mood today, i shall post, hopefully, a very longlonglong one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i shall start by posting up short summaries about what happened during lessons these 2 weeks, yes! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, .. chinese intensive was pretty much compositions, letter writing, comprehensions and short close passage. and it's not only one day, it's like several days of continuous torture. but i'm glad to be able to do, 4 paper 2, 4 compositions, 7 letter writings, 20 short close passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, for sec 3 hcl syllabus, you just have to do 8 letter writings within a year, and within about afew DAYS, you did 7. ._. so you can expect how "hiong" miss lam can be? HAHAHA. and though exams are over, she gives us 250 cheng yu for holiday homework. ): i pray for an A1 for my chinese please. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were .. boring. i really missed PE. all the captains ball and stuff; i remembered the last session where the girls won, WOOOOOOOOO. i love 3C'08. (: but i believe i'll grow to love 4C'09 as well~.~ HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should really be stopping all this crap. and by the way, i think i have BIG BIG lungs because lungs is "fei" in chinese and i speak alot of "fei hua" so i have BIG lungs, thank you very much. LOL, i'm out of point again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, moving on to bigger events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th October 2008; Chun Luan's big day!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcr8aAZI/AAAAAAAACsY/MNwxnb6zDXs/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912422460948882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcr8aAZI/AAAAAAAACsY/MNwxnb6zDXs/s400/DSC01887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, QUEK CHUN LUAN EGG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st November 2008; Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outing with baichis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcdn15dI/AAAAAAAACsQ/KFzxEDlTKjM/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912418616600018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcdn15dI/AAAAAAAACsQ/KFzxEDlTKjM/s400/DSC01897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcbWVTUI/AAAAAAAACsI/u8YkBKg6LRo/s1600-h/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912418006289730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcbWVTUI/AAAAAAAACsI/u8YkBKg6LRo/s400/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unglam. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHLJ-xNdI/AAAAAAAACrw/DC1LsPTEWdw/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912121286276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHLJ-xNdI/AAAAAAAACrw/DC1LsPTEWdw/s400/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, egg, pebble. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHLBiTYEI/AAAAAAAACro/LZYLt44WO4g/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912119019397186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHLBiTYEI/AAAAAAAACro/LZYLt44WO4g/s400/DSC01921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xywms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHKznfU2I/AAAAAAAACrg/JlU1wNR5We4/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912115283055458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHKznfU2I/AAAAAAAACrg/JlU1wNR5We4/s400/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roslin, christy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHK2GLjmI/AAAAAAAACrY/ViG8w1PuIK4/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912115948654178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHK2GLjmI/AAAAAAAACrY/ViG8w1PuIK4/s400/DSC01923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxSKG4HI/AAAAAAAACrQ/QlsV1hDn7LQ/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911676804718706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxSKG4HI/AAAAAAAACrQ/QlsV1hDn7LQ/s400/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROSLIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxKQkqFI/AAAAAAAACrI/BUpfYlv9l0s/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911674684352594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxKQkqFI/AAAAAAAACrI/BUpfYlv9l0s/s400/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxP4jZQI/AAAAAAAACrA/szMv579F1kU/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911676194219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxP4jZQI/AAAAAAAACrA/szMv579F1kU/s400/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxBBMoEI/AAAAAAAACq4/NMb8Gh6xTrc/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911672203944002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGxBBMoEI/AAAAAAAACq4/NMb8Gh6xTrc/s400/DSC01931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGw1cAEEI/AAAAAAAACqw/I-YVKeZsiQA/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911669095141442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGw1cAEEI/AAAAAAAACqw/I-YVKeZsiQA/s400/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neoprints!;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGVL5YN6I/AAAAAAAACqo/uAEYUMC93So/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911194087602082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGVL5YN6I/AAAAAAAACqo/uAEYUMC93So/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGVEjmPYI/AAAAAAAACqg/87tFYgTIf08/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911192117198210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGVEjmPYI/AAAAAAAACqg/87tFYgTIf08/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGUwf4fiI/AAAAAAAACqY/WRd2CN-i4pU/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911186732908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGUwf4fiI/AAAAAAAACqY/WRd2CN-i4pU/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911184845776322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGUpd9JcI/AAAAAAAACqQ/ynIscPd5CmQ/s400/DSC01935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGUfoWdWI/AAAAAAAACqI/euC5s87wYrQ/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911182205023586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRGUfoWdWI/AAAAAAAACqI/euC5s87wYrQ/s400/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the morning, it was supposedly cip. but since mdm S excused me from cip, i decided to go for tuition! tuition, i learnt.. one of the sec 4 topics in amaths syllabus. and the only thing i can say is i love the topic so far, but it's going to like geometry so i'm starting to kinda dislike it instead. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, i went to the national library to study, WOW. around 2+, met up with the rest and went out firstly to orchard to get chunluan's series of twilight books! twilight, new moon, eclipse and breaking dawn! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then to far east we went and gave egg a surprise by buying her flats! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YOU'RE EXPECTED TO WEAR THEM THE NEXT OUTING K, EGG. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went back to bugis to get egg's soft cover 'eclipse'. and took neoprints. it's been super long since i last took neoprints with them! (: and i guess we were super high then, yay~ had dinner together and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans;&lt;br /&gt;10th Nov; Overseas trip briefing&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov; Last day of school (YAY, LOL. :D)&lt;br /&gt;15th - 18th Nov; NPCC overseas trip&lt;br /&gt;27th - 28th Nov; 1C'06 chalet (FINALLY, AFTER 3 YEARS, HAHAHA. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;3rd - 5th Dec; NPCC chalet&lt;br /&gt;5th - 7th Dec; Church Camp, hopefully! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;8th - 12th Dec; Work Attachment (ZOO! :D)&lt;br /&gt;22nd - 23rd Dec; Trainers Camp&lt;br /&gt;31st Dec; Last day of 2008!&lt;br /&gt;1st Jan; NEW YEAR! :D 2009.&lt;br /&gt;2nd - 3rd Jan; Sec One Orientation Camp 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't include npcc unit trainings, guitar practices, tuition lessons and outings. and for the work attachment part, i'm still considering if i should accept. somebody, advice pleaseeeee! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember anything else. =/ oops. but i guess there's more to come. just keep on waiting! heeeeeeeeee~ (: p.s SHERYL'S BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeping faith; angels and miracles do exist .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-8309480876158340973?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/8309480876158340973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=8309480876158340973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8309480876158340973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/8309480876158340973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/yozxc-whats-up-people-dddddd-im-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXOtlD8wR8k/SRRHcr8aAZI/AAAAAAAACsY/MNwxnb6zDXs/s72-c/DSC01887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27013987.post-1494504126157882325</id><published>2008-11-07T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:40:44.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzes up first.&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by; Magdalene! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Xiuwen&lt;br /&gt;2. Yuqi&lt;br /&gt;3. Roslin&lt;br /&gt;4. Chun Luan&lt;br /&gt;5. Lynn&lt;br /&gt;6. LiJin&lt;br /&gt;7. Estee&lt;br /&gt;8. Angela&lt;br /&gt;9. Ridzuan&lt;br /&gt;10. Deanne&lt;br /&gt;11. Felicia&lt;br /&gt;12. Kim Meng&lt;br /&gt;13. Rahman&lt;br /&gt;14. Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;15. Jorim&lt;br /&gt;16. Magdalene&lt;br /&gt;17. Shahirah&lt;br /&gt;18. Latiff&lt;br /&gt;19. Joan&lt;br /&gt;20. Hazmira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you know 14? {Sheryl}&lt;br /&gt;Through guitar! ~ Mei. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never meet 1? {Xiuwen}&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i don’t know. Get on with life? LOL. No la, my life would be without laughter without her! JOKERRR. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What if 9 and 20 date each other? {Ridzuan and Hazmira}&lt;br /&gt;LOL, oh. You’ll just see something cracking up in jealousy. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will 6 and 17 date? {LiJin and Shahirah}&lt;br /&gt;Only if I’m a gay. &gt; :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe 3. {Roslin}&lt;br /&gt;She's tall, pretty, slim, super hot, one of my closest baichis! :D the bad things is that she’s a L-A-M-E-R, not-really-that-nice, not-really-that-kind but super bhb! LOL, but nonetheless, i still love her for who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is 8 attractive? {Angela}&lt;br /&gt;She’s my girlfriend. What do you think? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe 7. {Estee}&lt;br /&gt;She’s wonderful because she’s my mortal! :DDD She seems to be busy all the time but i appreciate the fact that she makes some time out for me. (: Oh wells, she's pretty childish and stubborn though but i still love her! tian shi ai ni wors, estee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know any of 12's family members? {Kim Meng}&lt;br /&gt;Uh, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What if 18 confess to you? {Latiff}&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that would never happen. I’ll most probably freak out if he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What language does 15 speak? {Jorim}&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just say she only knows 2, English and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who's going out with 9? {Ridzuan}&lt;br /&gt;LOL, in school, he’s with us! In particular, hmmm, I wonder. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How old is 16? {Magdalene}&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she’s very old, 14 already. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When did you last speak to 13? {Rahman}&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday? ._. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who's 14's fave singer? {Sheryl}&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE, ME. HAHA, to Sheryl; DO YOU HAVE A FAVE SINGER? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Will you ever date 4? {Chun Luan}&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to, but I was too late. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is 2 attractive? {Yuqi}&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are not only fishballs, octopus balls, prawn balls, hamandcheese balls, but also M-E-A-T-B-A-L-L-S after her. LOL! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is 10's last name? {Deanne}&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have no idea what’s a last name so I shall write out the entire name; Deanne Tan Rou Hui. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. School of 3? {Roslin}&lt;br /&gt;Fengshan Primary, Dunman Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where does 6 live? {LiJin}&lt;br /&gt;Near school in Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the fave thing of 5? {Lynn}&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! I love her everything! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When is 11's birthday? {Felicia}&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, actually I don’t know. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. To all of you who have read this post, it’s a MUST to do it. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more quiz;&lt;br /&gt;- The person who tagged you to do this quiz is :&lt;br /&gt;~ Magdalene. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Relationship with her ?&lt;br /&gt;~ She’s my Maggie noodles. I’m her santa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most memorable thing she has ever done for you ?&lt;br /&gt;~ Demands hugs from me, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most memorable thing she has ever said to you ?&lt;br /&gt;~ She said she loved me more than bimbo does! HEE. I think. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If he became your lover , will you ?&lt;br /&gt;~ Haha, NOOOOOOO! Means I can’t eat her for Christmas. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If he really became your lover what must he improve on ?&lt;br /&gt;~ I believe I don’t have to repeat myself. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If she became your enemy , you will ..&lt;br /&gt;~ Move on with life because that would never happen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How do you think the people around you think about you ?&lt;br /&gt;~ Oh, they think I’m the most bhb, most qianbian, most loser, most lamer, most crapper-friend. And this really fluctuates my self-esteem level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The characteristic in you that you like?&lt;br /&gt;~ I like being adaptable and super enthusiastic when situation arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The characteristic in you that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;~ Easily affected by other’s comments, emotions, actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most ideal person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;~ Bring out the best that I can be, if that’s possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For people who love and care for you , say something to them :&lt;br /&gt;~ I guess a thank you isn’t enough to express my gratitude. But still, for those who truly loved and cared about me, thank you for always being there for me despite all the misunderstandings and obstacles. And for that, you have been awarded an everlasting friendship with CHRISTYLIM, whom will always love you for who you are, care for you and be there for you through thick and thin. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pass this quiz on to 10 other people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Xiuwen&lt;br /&gt;2. Roslin&lt;br /&gt;3. Chun Luan&lt;br /&gt;4. Lynn&lt;br /&gt;5. Estee&lt;br /&gt;6. LiJin&lt;br /&gt;7. Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;8. Kim Meng&lt;br /&gt;9. Jorim&lt;br /&gt;10. Joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who is 6 having a relationship with? {LiJin}&lt;br /&gt;~ Single, but who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If 7 and 10 get together , will it be a good thing? {Sheryl and Joan}&lt;br /&gt;~ Haha, I guess I’ll be the mastermind for that. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is 2 studying? {Roslin}&lt;br /&gt;~ LOL, same as me except that she takes combined sci. and pure biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What kind of band does 8 like? {Kim Meng}&lt;br /&gt;~ Ice Milo! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does 1 have any siblings? {Xiuwen}&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes, one sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will you woo 3? {Chun Luan}&lt;br /&gt;~ LOL. -.- no, I love my girlfriend more than anything in this world. Heeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How about 7? {Sheryl}&lt;br /&gt;~ Only if she thinks I’m a shuai ge. Then maybe, but no! I’m very faithful to my girlfriend okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is 4 single? {Lynn}&lt;br /&gt;~ I think so, unless she didn’t tell me about it. (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's 5 surname? {Estee}&lt;br /&gt;~ OMG OMG. Can I write out her full name instead? KHO &lt;s&gt;Hsiao&lt;/s&gt; Xiao Juan Estee! HAHAHA. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's 10's hobby? {Joan}&lt;br /&gt;~ Bowling, ..? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does 5 and 9 get along well? {Estee and Jorim}&lt;br /&gt;~ WAIT A SECOND, do they even know each other? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where is 2 studying at? {Yuqi}&lt;br /&gt;~ Dunman Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say smth about 1. {Xiuwen}&lt;br /&gt;~ She’s my xywm, the joker in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where does 9 live? {Jorim}&lt;br /&gt;~ If I knew, I’d have stalked her. HAHA, kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What colour does 4 like? {Lynn}&lt;br /&gt;~ Red, Black? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are 5 and 1 good friends? {Estee and Xiuwen}&lt;br /&gt;~ Haha, just friends I guess? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is 6 doing now? {LiJin}&lt;br /&gt;~ Most probably at home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post, up next, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1494504126157882325?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1494504126157882325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1494504126157882325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1494504126157882325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1494504126157882325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizzes-up-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-1960700161629624709</id><published>2008-11-05T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:43:33.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as i want to post today, i realized i do not have the time to post already! =/ well, i guess i shall post like either tomorrow/friday or weekends? :X since i still have physics SPA tomorrow. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have one major news to announce.&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GCE 'O' LEVELS CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVERRRRRR! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least that's a burden off my shoulder. YAY. ^^&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i'm worried about the results instead. my mum's super assured that i'll be getting an A1 since my ex-chinese tuition teacher told her that the papers were bloody(!!) easy and getting a distinction would be no problem for me since i was her favourite student. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, now my family all thinks the same way. =/&lt;br /&gt;i.feel.stressed. x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm finally getting my lover back tomorrow from sony ericsson service centre! ~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;YES AHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fall from the stars up above .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-1960700161629624709?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/1960700161629624709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=1960700161629624709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1960700161629624709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/1960700161629624709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-much-as-i-want-to-post-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27013987.post-3280525708698864295</id><published>2008-11-04T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:15:17.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GCE 'O' levels chinese is like tomorrow! =/&lt;br /&gt;Bless me to get an A1 for it yes! (:&lt;br /&gt;i hopeeeeeee! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off to studyyyyyyy or should i say, read! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;(/edited)&lt;br /&gt;because mortal wants me to, so i'm gonna listen to her! (:&lt;br /&gt;ps. chem spa was fine today. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27013987-3280525708698864295?l=thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/feeds/3280525708698864295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27013987&amp;postID=3280525708698864295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3280525708698864295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27013987/posts/default/3280525708698864295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepressureofrocking.blogspot.com/2008/11/gce-o-levels-chinese-is-like-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17933500550869223425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
