<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146617</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:50:06.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Awesome.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146617.post-116366791138563314</id><published>2006-11-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:17:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://getknifed.multiply.com"&gt;Relink&lt;/a&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things tht we could do&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna be together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;So come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee Mel &amp;amp;I have decided to switch to Multiply tgt!&lt;br /&gt;Her Blogspot's still in use,&lt;br /&gt;mine kinda isn't? Not gnna post here anymore for awhile I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE old blog it was nice knowing you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116366791138563314?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116366791138563314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116366791138563314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116366791138563314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116366791138563314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/relink-me.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116352084427277656</id><published>2006-11-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:14:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>141106</title><content type='html'>When I went for my run; photos I took along the roadside while going back.&lt;br /&gt;My dream condo. Don't you think the name's so exec and tai-tai? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00588.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00587.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redid my nails. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/pink.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with mom at the Pizza Hut in Centre point.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her at the taxi stand...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/converse%20now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/converse%20now.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her ice cream. Cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/mouse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorations on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/ooh..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/ooh..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this sign!!! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Are you naughty or nice?^^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/hahaha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/hahaha.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. I'm so tired and my calves ache cause I forgot to stretch. I'm going to bed. Night(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116352084427277656?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116352084427277656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116352084427277656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116352084427277656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116352084427277656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/141106_14.html' title='141106'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116348039150226725</id><published>2006-11-14T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:59:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>141106</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I think that song Please Remember by Leann Rimes is so sadd. In Coyote Ugly, Violet just lost her love and her job and she's singing tht song. Awww):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jogged to Orchard from my house today. Accomplishment!(: Okay lar, it's not really tht far. (Now I'm just bragging.) Pictures up laterr. The jog back was kind of disrupted cause I kept stopping to photograph flowers and things. Playing with different things on the cam. So I walked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How we laughed, how we cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How this world was yours and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How no dream was out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stood by you, you stood by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We took each day and made it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We wrote our names across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We ran so fast, we ran so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had you, you had me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad lar the whole song's in past tense ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116348039150226725?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116348039150226725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116348039150226725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116348039150226725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116348039150226725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/141106.html' title='141106'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116341509475752362</id><published>2006-11-13T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:51:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/11/06</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was supposed to go to school early to pass Yang Lao Shi my PPR. But I woke up at 1050 am. When she sent me a msg "wo3 hai2 mei2 shou1 dao4 ni3 de4 PPR". So I got ready and went down. Like halfway Mel called and asked if I wanted to lunch with Mel Chong &amp; Yijun. Then like when I reached the opposite bus stop it was raining, but not tht heavily. Then as I got down and walked a bit, the rain started getting heavier, I swear. The sudden downpour forced me to sprint to the shelter of the school foyer. Then Manprit's dad gave us a lift to the bus stop. (:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Queensway. Then went to Mel's house to wait for her to shower and I watched part of Bring it On: All or Nothing. Then we bus-ed to town and I went to get my shoes. And oh, er we went to Specialists and then er Plaza Sing macs. Then she cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone texted me firsst. But then tht idiot ps-ed me on sms as usual. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE THINGS, YOU SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8146617-116341509475752362?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116341509475752362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116341509475752362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116341509475752362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116341509475752362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/131106.html' title='13/11/06'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116332042421804700</id><published>2006-11-12T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:33:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/11/06</title><content type='html'>Church today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could that be?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha me in Eddie's SJI zip-up.&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks dyed doesn't it? Well it's the lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drummer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00577.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116332042421804700?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116332042421804700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116332042421804700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116332042421804700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116332042421804700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/121106.html' title='12/11/06'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116324842930334161</id><published>2006-11-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:29:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/11</title><content type='html'>Nothing much today, cg at Annie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Jane&amp;I &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00560.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Haha. My hair is like majorly screwed. But whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things t do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skydiving OR bungee jumping at least once,&lt;br /&gt;2. Annoy Edmund with Jane(:&lt;br /&gt;3. Splurge on stupid things&lt;br /&gt;4. Try a new hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell a certain teacher what a ****ing ****er she is to her face&lt;br /&gt;6. And then kick her in the groin if tht works&lt;br /&gt;7. Fly just one last time&lt;br /&gt;8. Take two of those electrical irons, shout "CLEAR!" and punch someone's(who's perfectly fine) chest with them&lt;br /&gt;9. Read Tuesdays with Morrie again&lt;br /&gt;10. Do the guitar smash, I've always wanted to try tht&lt;br /&gt;11. Go on tv like tht guy from lifebeforedeath.org.sg. Ok just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;12. Dress like a nun&lt;br /&gt;13. And go around with a big bible in hand shouting "Repent! And thou shalt be saved!"&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy something I can't afford&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell someone I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;16. Walk (or run) from my house to orchard, something I've never done in the six coming seven years I've stayed here.&lt;br /&gt;17. Go for plastic surgery so I'll be pretty for my funeral (the braces HAVE to go.)&lt;br /&gt;18. Have a video call&lt;br /&gt;19. Kidnap a really cute kid like Hongjin (hahahaha. Kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;20. Play a drum solo. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had 24 hours left to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mom? If you're reading this, I want my braces off if I die, k? I mean, it won't matter if my teeth go apart in my coffin right? I wanna look pretty for all 24 hrs or however long my funeral is. And oh, I don't really care where I'm buried. Or if I even am buried. I'm easy(: And oh mom? Maybe being cremated is good. And oh, hope its not too much to ask but could you bury me with my Gap hoodie and my drumsticks and phone and teddy and one or two or ten crucifixes and a piece of toast and a photo of how I look? Like now? For identification purposes, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116324842930334161?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116324842930334161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116324842930334161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116324842930334161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116324842930334161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/1111.html' title='11/11'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116314443023070386</id><published>2006-11-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:04:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101106</title><content type='html'>I just love being able to upload photos!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch after school today at Tiong with Mel, Jane, Jane's mom &amp; mr cutie.(: His name's Hongzhan.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the video store after this and he promptly went to nearly every video he could reach, pointed at it and said, "Ghost."&lt;br /&gt;Even the one of Too Fast Too Furious.&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, "No no, Hongjin, that's car. Vroom vroom."&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Baby talk just creeps into your vocabulary when you're around him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/hongjin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/hongjin2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/hongjin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/hongjin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just after the lesson..&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan was like, "Hey Sarah comere, have I given you the.. uh, red envelope?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh, no man. What red envelope huh huh huh?" Okay not the last 3 words ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan: "BOYS STOP PLAYING. Er, oh I need to give you something." *rummages in bag*&lt;br /&gt;"Guess it's in the office."&lt;br /&gt;Then in the office...&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan produces a red envelope. "Here you go."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hmm, what's this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00559.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00559.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WTF"&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the macro function in the ava room.(:&lt;br /&gt;(Charmaine thought I was taking photos of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;certain somebodies sitting in front of us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/DSC00556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/DSC00556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116314443023070386?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116314443023070386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116314443023070386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116314443023070386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116314443023070386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/101106.html' title='101106'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116308774858098298</id><published>2006-11-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:55:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And some older photos(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen &amp;I; flyers! On the night of Strikeforce dinner 3/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/skirts%26wings%26things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/skirts%26wings%26things.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet prints ahahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/wet%20prints%20ahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/wet%20prints%20ahahaha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen&amp; I, random photos again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete angels (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/sent%20t%20save%20you%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/sent%20t%20save%20you%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP&amp;SNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/moi%20moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/moi%20moi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a certain thoughtful someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/from%20h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/from%20h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/in%20loving%20memory%20of.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/in%20loving%20memory%20of.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in shape.&lt;br /&gt;Round's a shape.&lt;br /&gt;Haha got tht from a cushion I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/round%27s%20a%20shape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/round%27s%20a%20shape.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP hoodies: Mel&amp;I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/GAP%20SWEATERS%21mel%26i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/GAP%20SWEATERS%21mel%26i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116308774858098298?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116308774858098298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116308774858098298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116308774858098298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116308774858098298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-some-older-photos-karen-flyers-on.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116308674059299683</id><published>2006-11-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:39:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>091106</title><content type='html'>Today, to town with Lynette (: Here're the photos.&lt;br /&gt;In Molecule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/molecule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/molecule.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Minibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/minibits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/minibits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some random shop called Diva. Ignore the orange lines.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/colours%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/colours%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/diva2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/diva2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/diva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/diva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl's Junior! OMG the burger. After so long eating there, it's nice to know I can still be amazed by the size of the burger. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/whoaa..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/whoaa..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/droool..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/droool..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/star.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/romantic%2C%20not..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/romantic%2C%20not..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/lynette%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/lynette%27s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/hur..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/hur..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/friesgirl..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/friesgirl..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/orgasmic%20look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/orgasmic%20look.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the last photo man. The look on her face is priceless. Positively orgasmic. Hahaha(: Anyway, we watched a movie! Step Up. It was really good, I recommend it for dancers. CHANNING TATUM anyway alot of eyecandy in the movie. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116308674059299683?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116308674059299683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116308674059299683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116308674059299683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116308674059299683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/091106.html' title='091106'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116282632454594559</id><published>2006-11-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:32:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>061106</title><content type='html'>Ooh I'm reading this book, "A More Perfect Union" by Hana Schank. It's about weddings! *squeal*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Okay I'm being enthu too early huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got my job through Francine, a literature student from my school.. Here's how it works, the sec3 lit students from my school get voluntary(not-so) jobs at Victoria Concert Hall arranged by their literature teacher. They are ushers (I think). They get paid in CIP hours and tickets (so Francine says).&lt;br /&gt;The cool part? We get paid in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cash&lt;/span&gt;. On the spot. (: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;. So Jade's still in the running to become America's Next Top Model. Joanie and Sara's faces were like 0_0 when the verdict was announced. Haha. But really, I think Danielle did best in the photoshoot this week. And Furonda's like flat. But she's quite cute lar. The raw edges of Jade's beauty can be a little intimidating but she's like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch.&lt;/span&gt; That's all that's she's giving off. Sigh. I think she's a great model and all that, but her attitude's kinda appalling at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Weddings! Think I'll go plan mine now like 5892590265045 days in advance. Haha. Kidding! Kidding. But I am gonna decide what kind of dress I like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does tequila taste like? I've always wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have it, you don't have it! Give it up already!"&lt;br /&gt;-Missy, Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO! WHAT TIME'S SCHOOL TOMORROW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and someone's nice enough to lend me his like phone (cause he has a new one, lucky ass) to listen to music while my mp3 charger is still with JAANMENG. Haha YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116282632454594559?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116282632454594559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116282632454594559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116282632454594559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116282632454594559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/061106.html' title='061106'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116254235697045577</id><published>2006-11-03T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:36:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>031106</title><content type='html'>School tday, then er lunch w Lynette (: Fun! She bought roses for her Mom('s birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO TP (TOILETPAPER) SOMEONE'S HOUSE ON APRIL FOOL'S! AHAHAHAHA! Who wants to go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette said I have a small appetite. (?!)&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my hair styleeee&lt;br /&gt;HATE MY HAIRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling random.... Going to Victoria Concert Hall laterr.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass asked me on MSN why I didn't text him last night, then I told him it's because I always text him first. Then I asked him why. Then you know what that ass said? He said, "tsk, aiyar, i always call you. same what."&lt;br /&gt;): Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said he wants to see me eat more. Like ?! I alr like eat a lot. And I think I'm gaining weight. HOW? Gained half a kg since POS.&lt;br /&gt;Must lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;@1209 am: I can officially call myself a working woman now! (kinda) And guess where I work.&lt;br /&gt;Tht's right, Victoria Concert Hall. : D It's quite cool, I'm working for Tan Kheng Hua's (Francine says) brother-in-law, David. Her daughter is really adorable and quite bright. Haha. I had fun. Melissa came down to help. We get paid S$15 an hour. And we only work for one hour. -_- Cabbed home to watch Ghost Whisperer with my didi.(: On the way out, we saw Azrael Tseng &amp;amp;girlfriend. Haha. Or date for the night. *shrug* Don't know which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I typed tht in a record time of 10 mins. Lol, byee.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, Tan Kheng Hua plays Pierre Png's wife in Phua Chu Kang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116254235697045577?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116254235697045577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116254235697045577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116254235697045577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116254235697045577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/031106.html' title='031106'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116244325612251494</id><published>2006-11-02T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:54:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've taken a turn from painting my toenails a metallic pink, although I know metallic's all the rage nowadays. I've painted them crimson. It's a rather dark red, and I thought I'd experiment with longer toenails (I haven't cut them for about... two going three months) and bolder colours.&lt;br /&gt;The result is kind of okay I guess, but I don't think long toenails really suit. For one thing, they curl to follow the rounded shape of my toes. So they're kind of sticking to my toe tips. And for another thing, I wear shoes almost every day, and the shape and length of my toenails have caused the polish at the tips of my toes to chip off little by little. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can't find my nailclipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this post is random. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;periods. I absolutely detest them. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, to those who've seen my nails, (fingers) they're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be a french, darlings. the white is supposed to come up to half my nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A PEDICURE DAMN BAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116244325612251494?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116244325612251494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116244325612251494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116244325612251494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116244325612251494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-taken-turn-from-painting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116237533337999169</id><published>2006-11-01T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:02:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like doing gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the practice and everything, it's worth it. When finally it all boils down  to tht couple of minutes. Feeling the adrenalin course through your veins, blood pounding in your head, the lights flash and somehow you remember all you've practiced, every single piece of advice ever given. The scenes of the few million practices flash in and out of your mind in a split second, and then the performance is over. And you'll know you've done your best, and in the end, satisfaction is the sweetest emotion to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116237533337999169?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116237533337999169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116237533337999169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116237533337999169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116237533337999169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116230731997260260</id><published>2006-10-31T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:43:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>311006</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS FLYING ALOTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last night Karen called me like around 6-something and was like, "Eh, you at home?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"Gonna be at home the whole night?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid so."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;Then she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you got tuition tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"No leh, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er, nothing, nothing. Byebye."&lt;br /&gt;Not suspecting a thing, I promptly hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Then around seven plus, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was no one there. The first thought that popped into my head was, "Eh, it's not halloween yet... Is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Then Karen popped a head around the door. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So unexpected!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was with Jaanmeng! The two of them came round to give me a surprise after work, which coincidentally was in town. Annnnnd they brought me my faveeeeee. CHIPPY'S FRIED MARS BARS!!!!!!!!! UPSIZEDDD!!!!!!!!!! Oh, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; love them. Especially Karen darling. Yay! Thanks. : D I love my rightclick soosososososososososo much. Like, so much. Ok I just realised that all the rightclickers have come to my house before. And 4/5 of them have stayed over. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand to a certain random person(who prolly isn't reading this but just in case), I know all about your voyeuristic tendencies. Nothing left to hide baby(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this post was/is damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I just realised that I get easily annoyed at people who don't use proper grammar. Haha. Oh well (: What to do? Singaporeans mostly speak either Chinglish or Singlish. Or both. Ching-singlish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, there's nothing quite like realising the beautiful are just as vulnerable as anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, can someone help me remove part of my tear ducts? They kind of get in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116230731997260260?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116230731997260260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116230731997260260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116230731997260260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116230731997260260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/311006.html' title='311006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116213008300462167</id><published>2006-10-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:23:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a little something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't want the middle or the one before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't desire a complicated past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a love that will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do I really have to bleed before you'll care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Do you ever wonder what people see when they dream about you... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; they dream about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116213008300462167?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116213008300462167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116213008300462167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116213008300462167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116213008300462167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-little-something-more-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116220723196941024</id><published>2006-10-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:20:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Something stirred again when I looked at you. I couldn't help it. I'd know the back of your head anywhere, much more where we were.&lt;br /&gt;I walked forward, and I wasn't expecting you to turn around, but you did.&lt;br /&gt;And then that jolt in the heart region; my heart gave a quick beat of recognition, again I saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;I bit my lip inwardly and moved forward with a smile to say hi. And your surprise was enough for me. I let myself be swept away with the moving swell of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was&lt;/span&gt; it a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116220723196941024?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116220723196941024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116220723196941024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116220723196941024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116220723196941024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116193860830489097</id><published>2006-10-27T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:04:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>271006</title><content type='html'>PSI:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bored today, cause I'm sort of grounded for one day cause my dear mother saw my report yesterday. Ugh): My English was like B3, I look at it and still can't believe it, like shit can?!): The weirdest is my.. total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total         &lt;/span&gt;                     :303/700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percentage &lt;/span&gt;                 :43.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results        &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           :Passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promotion Status&lt;/span&gt;     :Promoted to S4 EXPRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... Okay. Haha moderation and a good word or two from a couple of teachers saved my ass. Aiyarr. So damn disappointed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn bored! Talking to Julian on the phone. And we're damn bored! How?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll go get a video or two later (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I'm grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum. There's nothing like a good chocolate fix, absolutely nothing. It's positively orgasmic. Caramel chocolate koala = substitute for sex haha just kidding. But it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; like such a big turn-on. Is chocolate an aphrodisiac?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116193860830489097?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116193860830489097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116193860830489097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116193860830489097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116193860830489097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/271006.html' title='271006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116179078233596557</id><published>2006-10-25T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:39:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>251006</title><content type='html'>I found these photos in my brother's 2megapixel o2 atom phonee.&lt;br /&gt;Quite some time ago, exept for the GAP one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OBS racerback and yes, those are my boxers. :] Don't look at me like that okay, I love them many many. Especially the black ones. Yay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/Photo_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/Photo_0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash(: I have man-shoulders. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/Photo_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/Photo_0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/Photo_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/Photo_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovee.&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116179078233596557?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116179078233596557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116179078233596557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116179078233596557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116179078233596557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/251006.html' title='251006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116170348377992488</id><published>2006-10-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:46:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>241006</title><content type='html'>Aiyoh, my mom just found out about my Math results.&lt;br /&gt;Which is like 20 with moderation, but whatever lar. I swear I'll work harder next year, if I don't, please slap me. My mother says she's very disappointed, what with all the money she spent on my tuition and all the motherly naggings. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I hate disappointing my mother but ironically I do it all the time. (albeit not deliberately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dumbass#2 went out with his dad and brother this evening and he told me his dad was telling him how to please a woman, and wah lau his dad told him and brother some freaking funny things lar. Like where are the erogenous zones. Then that Dumbass explained it to me super graphically. Thanks ar. Hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Karen today. supposed to have had cheerleading but it was cancelled, I miss flying many many):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. What a bore!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumbass.&lt;/span&gt; Although you're prolly not gonna read this):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116170348377992488?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116170348377992488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116170348377992488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116170348377992488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116170348377992488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/241006.html' title='241006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116161255109789683</id><published>2006-10-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:09:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>231006</title><content type='html'>Headachy and feverish):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm like so bored. So mom said I could go rent DVDs and VCDs and watch them. Yay!(: There's like a video ezy down the road, mj at tiong and a video place next to my house. (: And I need books to read. And everything.&lt;br /&gt;So like Mel&amp;I have been tanning nearly every time we can. Last week two days so I have quite a defined racerback tanline, I want to tan some more. (: Yum yum. I feel like having a sunburn. Weird huh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh okay people answer this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London or Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to watch America's Next Top Model. Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116161255109789683?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116161255109789683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116161255109789683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116161255109789683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116161255109789683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/231006.html' title='231006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116153289945157350</id><published>2006-10-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:01:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>211006</title><content type='html'>Jane&amp;I went to Bishan Park's Dog Run after cell group today. It was abso-bloody-lutely wonderful. There were two pens and one was almost entirely populated with chihuahuas. And one shetland sheepdog. And the other pen held all the bigger dogs.&lt;br /&gt;There were two labradors, three golden retrievers, two corgis, two beagles, three jack russells, a siberian husky, one dalmatian, a westie, a few yorkshire terriers, the odd schnauzer and yeah I think that's the lot. And okay I think I'm in love. With a chihuahua. By the name of Elmo. And it was wearing this Superman vest. But instead of an 'S' it was a 'D' for Super Dog. Soooooo adorable, can lah? It was a black and tan teacup chihuahua. Measuring not more than prolly 25 cm. I can hear all the girls going, "awwww...."&lt;br /&gt;And there were tons of chihuahuas seriously like more than.. 15. And they were running all over the pen. There were black ones and white ones (a certain Snowy was very obnoxious going around barking at dogs from the next pen. We think he (she?) was trying to aggravate the larger dogs, "You can't get me thru this wire mesh fence, you great ugly brute") and the owner, also owner of some 5 other chihuahuas, kept pickin Snowy up and going "BEHAVE." in the most stern voice you can muster when talking to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; chihuahua. And there were fawn coloured ones and russet-coloured ones. And the prettiest little dog dressed in a tartan dress. (cute right?) Ohh and this pup which was like, long bodied, short-legged, and it was one of the few not wearing some form of clothing. And it was like stumbling all over like a baby which has just learned to walk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rusty! The most adorable jack russell! He promptly went mad when released and ran around. And er yeah. His ears flop like a typical terrier's ahahahaha awww.(((:&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I am so lazy to blog more. So byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116153289945157350?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116153289945157350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116153289945157350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116153289945157350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116153289945157350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/211006.html' title='211006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116125954759153515</id><published>2006-10-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:05:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cause I just don't have anything to say to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116125954759153515?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116125954759153515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116125954759153515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116125954759153515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116125954759153515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/cause-i-just-dont-have-anything-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116125570652946659</id><published>2006-10-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:07:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>191006</title><content type='html'>Guess what everybody?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not retaining. Phew. What a relief(: I passed English, Design &amp; Tech, and (surprise) Pure friggin' Geography. Haha. Anyway so like today I woke up at 8 thirty to the insistent calls of Charmaine. And she told me in a very anxious voice that there were less than 10 people in our class today and if I didn't rush down to school and I didn't have a valid reason not to rush down, I'd cop it. Well. I sniffed and told her I was sick (which I was, am and have been for the past couple of days.) and I reassured Jane and her that I would be getting an MC. Then Mr Malik called and told me the same thing. And he also told me that a parents' letter wouldn't suffice. So I dragged myself down to get an MC. And then I went to the library. And out to pool with Melissa. And then we went to Vivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently like only 50 people from sec3 came. And 10(?!) people from the whole of 3na. And 300-something people ponned in the whole school. And Mdm Neo threatened suspension for 3 days and possibly caning for the guys. Oh well. They are so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH OH OH. WE ENCOUNTERED A SHOP CALLED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANKO.&lt;/span&gt; No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116125570652946659?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116125570652946659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116125570652946659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116125570652946659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116125570652946659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/191006.html' title='191006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116101451895146959</id><published>2006-10-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:14:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EURGH!!!!!!! MOM SAID I COULD GET THE GAP PULLOVER HOODIE I'VE BEEN LUSTING OVER FOR CENTURIES!!! LURRRVEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'm having something I call the Post-Exam Syndrome Thing (PEST) now, it's a variety of illnesses I come down with post-exam. Some examples are fever, extreme fatigue, and my most common, the flu. Which I am currently having. Which is absolutely rotten. On the plus side, I got a rather decent tan this afternoon, but my racerback tanlines at this point are really kind of dark. Ugh. And um. I AM GETTING THE GAP HOODIE ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sneeze*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116101451895146959?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116101451895146959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116101451895146959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116101451895146959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116101451895146959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/eurgh-mom-said-i-could-get-gap.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116083473652377443</id><published>2006-10-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:05:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we live such fragile lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the best way we survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like today cg was quite fun, there were a ton of people from a ton of different cell groups. Haha. Seriously a lot. Anyway. So after that we went to the food place and had like lunch/dinner thing. And it's like. Es, Mikhail, Edmund&amp; I were like laughing at don't know what thing. The two dollars. And like... Wah lau it was super funny, I really like my cg. ((: So after that we were planning to go watch movie but time check said it was gnna be at like 630, so like wtf. Dropped the idea. Then went off. Took train with three other guys. Haha. Then went to orchard. Planning to go home but Mom called and so went to Tanjong Pagar for a hair cut. After that, we had dinner at this adorable little cafe called Cinnabun Tree. And yeah. (: I like Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha like last night was suuuuper fun. Er. Although I sweat- er -perspired delicately, it was like... Wah lau. I found out that I can WALK TO CLARKE QUAY FROM MY HOUSE. Thanks to someone. Haha. Well. Tiring, but the most fun I've had in awhile. Ooh I'm gonna go to the Starbucks next to my house and drink coffee. Later!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116083473652377443?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116083473652377443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116083473652377443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116083473652377443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116083473652377443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-has-to-know-when-we-live-such.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116064492848631196</id><published>2006-10-12T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:27:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tell me, was I wrong to expect something more?&lt;br /&gt;No, don't tell me about me. I wanna know about you- wonder if you were sitting at home staring at your phone, waiting if it would blip and you'd see my name. I know you've been thinking about me. But was it for real? I can't forget that fateful moment when I found out. I just can't. I don't know, maybe it was for the better good. Maybe my curiosity is sometimes overboard.&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the day you walked out of my life, as I think of it privately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/sarah.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/sarah.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Who has to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;The way she feels inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview&lt;br /&gt;You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that girl&lt;br /&gt;And I'll smile, and you'll wave, we'll pretend it's okay&lt;br /&gt;The charade, it won't last- when she's gone, I won't come back.&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8146617-116064492848631196?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116064492848631196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116064492848631196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116064492848631196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116064492848631196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-tell-me-was-i-wrong-to-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116040546195458490</id><published>2006-10-09T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:51:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHU KA LIAO! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116040546195458490?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116040546195458490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116040546195458490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116040546195458490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116040546195458490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/chu-ka-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116012925564652597</id><published>2006-10-06T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:07:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was happily chatting away on MSN when I looked outside randomly and OMFG it is friggin' hazy! The haze is so sickening lar. My windpipe is feeling tingly and it's giving me a headache):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116012925564652597?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116012925564652597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116012925564652597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116012925564652597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116012925564652597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-happily-chatting-away-on-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-116012777157195621</id><published>2006-10-06T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:42:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah omg i found this in my diary.</title><content type='html'>Things that catch my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of vanilla, pine trees, Travis Barker, light hickory drumsticks, chairs in the Jurong West St 91 building auditorium, nylon-tipped drumsticks for rolling, lace-up shoes, flat sneakers, pink nail polish, silver highly polished snare drums, young drummers, stereotypical handwriting, late-night phone calls, quiksilver lanyards, silver tinsel, black paper, multiple earholes, the treble clef symbol, benedict's solution, Ephesians 3:12, biblical truths, lavender candles, Chanel lipgloss, purple markers, yamaha plastic bags, the coffee bean's paper bags, paper bags, uncommon sense, intellectual guys, halter dresses, chiffon dresses, effective frizz-free hair products, clear nail polish, smooth nails, graffiti, technology, fluffy heels, princessy clothes, originality, bear hugs, surfer brands, purple straws, silver drum keys, milk tablets, coloured mascara, drums workshop, hot milk, non-oily faces, pink pens, designer pencil cases, Jabra bluetooth headsets, golden boxes, "I love you" in Yiddish, music, egg shaped shakers, receiving unexpected gifts, receiving compliments, being genuine, looking through filled scrapbooks, cam-whoring, tribal bracelets, expensive chocolates, sweet things, carribenas, endorphins, french windows, cookies&amp;cream ice cream, synchronised walking, chiffon material, boat neck tee shirts, comfortable sleepshirts, long jeans that don't drag, jeans with patterns on the turn-ups, combination locks, eating M&amp;amp;M's in bed, accessories, hoop earrings, doing origami, buffed nails, being freshly Brazilian-waxed, hipster jeans, compliments from immediate family, glow-in-the-dark plastic stars, being subtle, doing vandalism, staying up 'till midnight on Christmas' eve and yelling Merry Christmas, the sound of bells, babies with curls, reading trashy romance novels, Ralph by Ralph Lauren, my crumpler smelling good, changing lanyards, flip phones, quality recordings, being part of major events, white belts, shiny silver anklets, tiny glistening round nose studs, silver hairclips, white PsP s, metal dices, Public Displays of Affection, when things smell nice, romance novels on a rainy day with nothing else to do, being kiddy and princessy, whining sometimes, mushrooms, creamy pasta, people who're willing to give morning calls, mirrors that make me look thinner, silver navel rings, fabric swatches, encouraging little cards, saying things in fancy ways, when people understand my fancy talk, tiny shoe sizes, sleep on a rainy day, just lazing around at home watching movies, vanilla, sweet things, Jamie Oliver, Tom Cruise, crumpler, customise nametags (fabric/pin-on), origami cubes, purple (violet) mascara, fbts with the curved cut, freshly spray painted sticks, receiving birthday cards, when people remember my birthday and i don't, being popular, neatly wrapped brown paper parcels, writing on school desks, interior decorating, purple tinted windows, writing letters, receiving things via snail mail, being retarded w similar people, firecracker snares, slimming down, easy math papers, sleeping class and never kena caught, furry little kittens, healthy curiosity, singing in class, being able to whistle even with braces, changing braces colours, having aliases, black things with gold engraving, colour combinations of purple and gold, and blue and silver, jam blocks, DB90 metronomes, the voice counter, the smell of rfresh rain, when i wear slips to school, denim, polishing drums, unusual street signs, catching my period just before it comes, lighting bunsen burners with ease, being in the air, flying, youthful explosion, zero gravity, mirrors that make me look taller, when people get my age/shoe size correct, doing fun projects, skipping school/class to go out with mom's permission, scoring the highest for a test unexpectedly, little surprises, customising things, piggyback rides/shoulder sits from someone who can carry me easily, having intellectual conversations, balance, winning pool games, respect, having a good cry, sitting under fans in class, freedom, no curfews imposed.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT A LOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116012777157195621?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116012777157195621/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-8146617.post-116004589547900024</id><published>2006-10-05T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:03:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>051006</title><content type='html'>I'm having the day from hell&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't going so well (before you came)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't escape the way I feel for you.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway like today went to study with Melissa at Harbourfront Macs. We did about a million pages of SS notes until Northern Ireland conflict. And uh yeah. Studying Math tonight. You know I think my brain's starting to malfunction cause I'm pushing it into overdrive. This is why I wanted to study the whole year instead of cramming during the last month before the friggin' final years and bite my nails and pray hard I won't retain.&lt;br /&gt;Was just reading this diary I kept from December 2005 till July 2006 and on January the eighteenth, very specifically, it says '...but i genuinely want to study and pass everything this year..' so like I was friggin' pissed when I read that and realised I hadn't. ):&lt;br /&gt;New fave song: Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me know that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I've known it all along&lt;br /&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not so secret anymore :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-116004589547900024?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/116004589547900024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=116004589547900024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116004589547900024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/116004589547900024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/10/051006.html' title='051006'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115910631229503331</id><published>2006-09-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:58:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>230906</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUGENE (21/09)&lt;br /&gt;AND JEREMY (22/09) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, He can move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;My God is mighty to save, He is mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Forever, author of salvation&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My whole life, it goes out to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't escape the way I feel for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me Your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me Your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found love beyond all reason&lt;br /&gt;You gave Your life, Your all for me&lt;br /&gt;And called me Yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the mercy fallout&lt;br /&gt;Found hope, found life, found all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly hot for Praise&amp;amp;Worship songs!&lt;3 I like 'Goes out to You' by CCC Youth from their No Longer I album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I've been studying. Sigh. Tiring man! Heh. I've made a decision to be a mugger next year! (IMPORTANT NOTE: I AM NOT DRUNK/INTOXICATED/INSANE/CRAZY) Yeah. Cause studying is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, on Saturday went for Strikeforce and got a sunburn ahahaha. I still look drunk, my face is pinked and its feeling very warm. ): hot. Then went for cg and then went to town to meet up with Julian! Went to get Huimin's present.(: Then we were like walking around. Oh and we went to Coffee Club for lunch at like.. five? Guess it should be called dinner. And he was going ON and ON and ON about someone.... Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVICE TODAY!&lt;33 Saw like alottt of people. Cause this is the last lesson in the Making Marriage Work series. Haha. And a rosee! But it wasn't blue.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE GUYS: YOU ARE HEROES!&lt;br /&gt;and all the girls: You all are #1Heroines! (heh, we're more important than the guys)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115910631229503331?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115910631229503331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115910631229503331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115910631229503331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115910631229503331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/230906.html' title='230906'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115867052499574422</id><published>2006-09-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:00:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190906</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;neurotic&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened to Miss Independent's no longer need to be defensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come to bed, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're not serious, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Mom got me a new pair of Topshop jeans in the 'petite' size (haha, Eugene, it's not just SHORT k. (: ) and a pretty new pair of heels! Love!&lt;3 I want more formal longsleeve tops. And I need to run more. JANE ONG HUILI STOP PANGSEH-ING!!!!!!!!)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115867052499574422?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115867052499574422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115867052499574422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115867052499574422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115867052499574422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/190906.html' title='190906'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115781500923946755</id><published>2006-09-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:16:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/PICT1260.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Ahahahaha. I don't know how the 'it' girls do it. I don't even use concealer, and I have the most awful eye bags. I think I have more time to do my nails than experiment with makeup. Never been much of a makeup junkie, really. Aiyaahhhh. There're people asking me to 'do something about my face'.  Admittedly, I really need to do something. To use Hendy's words, I'm 'turning into a panda' too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115752304138180282?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115752304138180282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115752304138180282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115752304138180282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115752304138180282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-sososososososoooooo-lazy-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115735995798105645</id><published>2006-09-04T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:52:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>040906</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was as though something large and scaly erupted into life in Harry's stomach, clawing at his inside: hot blood seemed to flood his brain, so that all thought was extinguished, replaced by a savage urge to jinx Dean into a jelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115735995798105645?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115735995798105645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115735995798105645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115735995798105645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115735995798105645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/040906.html' title='040906'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115735983267746750</id><published>2006-09-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:57:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>030906</title><content type='html'>And I never thought I'd feel this way, and as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say that I do believe I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away, well then close your eyes and try to feel the way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's what friends are for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Strikeforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a shield, from the storm&lt;br /&gt;For a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the strength to be strong&lt;br /&gt;For the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do&lt;br /&gt;For everything that's true&lt;br /&gt;I turn to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115735983267746750?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115735983267746750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/nrose23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/nrose23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/rose-pale-blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/rose-pale-blue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/bluerosesH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/bluerosesH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/HB09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/HB09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/new_blue2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/new_blue2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/Blue%20Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/Blue%20Roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/bluerose.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/bluerose.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/blue-rose-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/blue-rose-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/7014blue-sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/7014blue-sh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/58709jORN_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/58709jORN_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/18_blue_roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/18_blue_roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/5169-full-shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/5169-full-shot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/1025-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/1025-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/105196858_50c9bd279b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/105196858_50c9bd279b_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/17134358.BlueRoses_P4180009640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/17134358.BlueRoses_P4180009640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, blue roses,, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115720936108965514?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115720936108965514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115720936108965514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115720936108965514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115720936108965514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/ooh-blue-roses-3.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115720080616672539</id><published>2006-09-02T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:00:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prettyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/thbluerose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/thbluerose1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First bouquet ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blue roses will blossom in the snow,&lt;br /&gt;before I ever let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Blue roses will grow up to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;before I ever make you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE ROSES ARE LURRRRRRRVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115720080616672539?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115720080616672539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115720080616672539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115720080616672539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115720080616672539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/prettyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115717058730654955</id><published>2006-09-02T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:16:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a few ridiculously old photos in my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette&amp;I, Home Econs room in front of the oven,&lt;br /&gt;2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/reflections.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cleaner public toilets?&lt;br /&gt;Buona Vista/Holland Village HDB area&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/toiletbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/toiletbowl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't remember what this is.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it was done during a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/legs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shucks, this.&lt;br /&gt;2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/My%20History.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/My%20History.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And omg this hahahaha Jere did it in photoshop, I think.&lt;br /&gt;2005, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/jeremy%20and%20sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/jeremy%20and%20sarah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahaha. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115717058730654955?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115717058730654955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115717058730654955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115717058730654955'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115712292646212144?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115712292646212144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115712292646212144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115712292646212144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115712292646212144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/09/010906.html' title='010906'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'>300806</title><content type='html'>And on Sunday, my family and I came together for the first month anniversary of the newest addition to the family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/1600/Photo_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/413/320/Photo_0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name's Isaac and he's the most adorable baby nephew! (Sarah.. Isaac.. Get it? Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Um, he still looks newborn, doesn't he? I know. My mom commented that he seemed like he hadn't grown at all. Oh well. there was a whole tray overflowing with red eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, there was Parent Teacher Meeting. Mr Malik told my mom I needed improvement but he could see the effort I was putting into my Math, even in class... I passed my English (A2, shucks) Combined Humanities (B4 I think) Geography (A2, I know, like how is that even possible?) and, um, DNT. I can't remember my grade, but it was a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, oh wow! Like, totally freak me out, I mean right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And my mom and I went for dinner at Ikea after that. The cheesecake is still plaguing my stomach, it was so rich. But it was altogether very nice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115694882788410141?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115694882788410141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115694882788410141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115694882788410141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115694882788410141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/300806.html' title='300806'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115642714094570986</id><published>2006-08-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:45:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've screwed up really big time, this time.&lt;br /&gt;How the hell do I manage to get everyone around me pissed off with me? What the hell have I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;? Every single thing I do and/or say is wrong. Everything I touch falls to pieces. Even my tear ducts don't function like they should, they constantly leak.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do. Twenty four hours in a day, seven days a week. Four weeks in a month, twelve months in a year, ten years in a decade, a hundred years in a century.&lt;br /&gt;How can I satisfy everyone around me with that little time? Minus my school hours, my extra lessons, my tuition, my study hours, my church hours, my cell group hours, my bible study hours, the list goes on. It's surprising that I have time to sleep, with all the catching up I have to do and tests I have to make up and grades I have to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm dying, seriously, from all the shit I have to take, all the tests I have to do, all the work I have to catch up on, all the people whose company I have to satisfy, all the crap I get from dear old mum, and most importantly, I think I'm dying from dehydration by the alarming amount of water that's leaking out from me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, at the tender age of fifteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115642714094570986?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115642714094570986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115642714094570986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115642714094570986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115642714094570986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry-i-truly-am.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115642511728799753</id><published>2006-08-24T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:11:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST SENT MY PHONE FOR SERVICING BECAUSE IT KEEPS PULLING AN AUTO SHUT DOWN ON ME AND THE GUY INFORMED ME THAT ALL MY DATA (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAJORLY PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;) WILL BE LOST LIKE *()^#%_(^(^%_%^#*&amp;%(&amp;amp;$*@^%&amp;*#^&amp;amp;+#$%&amp;#+%&amp;amp;(#*%&amp;*#^&amp;amp;)+#^&amp;#$^&amp;amp;#^(*&amp;#()%&amp;amp;#*(%&amp;(#)&amp;amp;%#_&amp;^+_#&amp;amp;^+#&amp;^#+_^+$#^&amp;amp;#(*)%&amp;@()%(@%#(%&amp;amp;(#^&amp;amp;*#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the plus side, the servicing guy was really cute. His name's Lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115642511728799753?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115642511728799753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115642511728799753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115642511728799753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115642511728799753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-sent-my-phone-for-servicing.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115598555193894232</id><published>2006-08-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:05:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190806</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently reading: Neil Humphreys' Scribbles from the same Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha met Mel today to study and breakfast and all and after that met Zhao Xuan for lunch and everything and we went to Borders to read and omg Neil Humphreys is hysterically funny I nearly died from the effort of trying not to laugh : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115598555193894232?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8146617.post-115589275970462773</id><published>2006-08-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:15:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180806</title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Currently reading: Neil Humphrey's Final Notes from a great island: A Farewell Tour of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've tried to get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've tried to play my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But everytime I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're still inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why does it rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Every day that we're apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss, love, adore, delight in, admire, cherish, esteem, exalt, treasure, revere, venerate, value, apprize, pleasure in, hold dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8146617-115589275970462773?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115589275970462773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115589275970462773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115589275970462773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115589275970462773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/180806.html' title='180806'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115582315983308618</id><published>2006-08-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:59:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched as the young man strolled past with a little girl hoisted firmly onto his hip. He seemed much too young to be a father. Much less of this little girl, who seemed to be about five or six years of age. They were chatting animatedly and the girl suddenly gave her young father a big grin and held aloft her arm in the air.&lt;br /&gt;My heart gave a quick beat of recognition as I glanced at the object wrapped in silver and transparent plastic, tied with a ribbon, clutched in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;She held in her hand, like a proud soldier waving a banner, a blue rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115582315983308618?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115582315983308618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115582315983308618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115582315983308618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115582315983308618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-watched-as-young-man-strolled-past.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115556883350895216</id><published>2006-08-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:42:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've told me everything you wouldn't tell me before.&lt;br /&gt;So it's about me.&lt;br /&gt;Is this really what you want, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in it too, hook, line and sinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115556883350895216?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115556883350895216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115556883350895216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115556883350895216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115556883350895216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/youve-told-me-everything-you-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115510664001040574</id><published>2006-08-09T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:57:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>090806</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Reading: Sidney Sheldon's A Stranger in the Mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN DARLING!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Sentosa with Karen Darling, Robin, Zhao Xuan and Michael to celebrate Karen's birthday. She's now a legal 18. And can do all the things everyone everywhere wants to do! Not fair. : D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Met them at Harbourfront at nearly 3. Then we cabbed into Siloso. Robin paid. He paid for, like, everything yesterday. Blessed to bless(: Haha and then went with Karen to change into her bikini bottom. Went back and found the guys playing volleyball. And they tried to teach me. Lol. Zhao Xuan and Robin against Karen, Michael and me. I served a lot but hor, was still... nevermind. Kept outing the ball. Lol. Played for quite long but it seemed very short. Then we started playing frisbee. Then played volleyball again.&lt;br /&gt;Then we like went to ask these 4 people whether we could play basketball with them. Then cause it was 4 on five, this uncle came up and wanted to play. So he joined the other team. Then played. Our team won. Lol. Then we went to sit under the tree and slack. Robin and Karen went into the water. Haha then I played finger games with Zhao Xuan. Didn't go into the water cause we were both wearing white shorts haha(: I was wearing white fbts and he was wearing white basketball shorts. And Michael was there stoning. Then one of the guys from the basketball game's other team came and asked them to play a 3 on 3. So the guys went and Karen and I sat there and roasted and talked(:&lt;br /&gt;Then when the guys came back, we were like sitting there and Robin suggested Truth or Dare. So we sat in a circle. Started from Karen-Robin-Me-Zhao Xuan-Michael. I think everyone chose truth. Then Karen chose dare, and she was dared to go ask this Caucasian guy if she could take a photo with him. Then she changed to truth. Ahahaha it was super funny. We kept asking really stupid questions. Srsly, I've never met anyone as straightforward as Robin. LOL. But whatever we talked about there shall remain strictly secret. Zhao Xuan had to tell something thoroughly embarrassing. Lol. So we played Truth or Dare until the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;So after that we got up, brushed the sand off us and started for the toilets. Showered, changed, washed and brushed, we went to Harbourfront. Haha and Karen was taking scary photos of her hair in front of her face. And then we decided to go to Yoshinoya to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were eating Michael and Zhao Xuan went off to buy something. Then they took a long while to get ready and enlisted Robin's help. Then finally, the cake came! The birthday song was sung and Karen didn't look really surprised at all. Lol. Yeah and we were supposed to pray for her but not there. So in the end we forgot): Sorry darling. And she made a wish and blew out the candle.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we finished eating, we decided to go and play pool at Pool Fusion but in the end went to Paradiz Centre (something like that)'s Snookerium and played. Played until like 2330. I played with Karen, Robin and Zhao Xuan respectively and Karen and Robin I won, Zhao Xuan thrashed me... Lost by two balls.&lt;br /&gt;Then Karen and Robin sent me home in a cab(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and did I tell you? On Sunday after MTT Darryl &amp;amp;the contact group celebrated Esther's and my birthday and we ended up singing the song for not two, not three, not four, but FIVE birthday girls! All in the month of August.(: Esther and I of course, and Karen, Joy and Jasmine!&lt;br /&gt;Haha and I was given a box of Merci chocolates and I gave them all away. Better to give than to receive(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you again on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;As I watched you being swallowed by the crowd, as I watched your back disappear into the onslaught of people, I remember every flicker in your eye. Every single emotion in your gaze was bared to me.&lt;br /&gt;That encounter, only lasting probably three seconds, made me think a whole damned lot.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have no choice but to let you fade into the crowd again. Let you go. As I did once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a complete ass I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115510664001040574?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115510664001040574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115510664001040574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115510664001040574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115510664001040574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/090806.html' title='090806'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115474542970102038</id><published>2006-08-05T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:47:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>050806</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently reading: Sidney Sheldon's Rage of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So like I am starting to REALLY be annoyed with Yang Lao Shi. Somehow, just 'cause she's 3e4's chinese teacher, she thinks she has the right to go yelling at us whenever, wherever she feels like. For example, Take the City Walk. We were right there in the crowd, being happy and all, and she just HAD to come harriedly over, and start yelling. As usual. She kept asking us to move. We were like in twos in our class and she just started telling us to move. Real loud. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; loud. So that we were forced to cast furtive glances around to make sure no one recognized us before we plunged into the crowd. And somehow she managed to find us AGAIN and start shooting her mouth off AGAIN. And this whole scene was in public! At the Padang! Where anyone could see!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she ruined the whole mood that morning, and our spirits were only restored when we went to see Mrs Zane Tye's adorable little son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, Yang Meh Meh struck again. Ms Caroline was reprimanding the noisy people in her class and she asked me to stay back, and Jane &amp;amp;Co were waiting outside the classroom. And Ms Caroline gave us the worksheets and then continued chiding the students. And we made our way to the hall. Notably late. And when we got there, everyone was sitting down and dear old Safety Pin was addressing the school. Dear me. So we made our way to our class. And found ourselves places to sit.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going fine until the most annoying MehMeh came and started trying to rearrange our class. She shuffled Susie, ("Xiao Xi! HERE!" and Susie refused to move until MEHMEH's voice reached blasting point) Mel, Jane, Char and I around. And we were like, wah lau, lao shi... And she said, "Who ask you to be late!" and of course, refusing to be misunderstood, we were all, "Ms Chan asked us to stay behind what!" She either pretended not to hear or was shouting too loud to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. Why must 3e4 have such a horrible fate? Why has the school foisted such a insistingly dominant teacher upon us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, don't blame me if I suddenly lose my cool when she's shouting at us and start shouting at her. I'll prolly go berserk one of these days and do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette: Soooo. What do you want for your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Me: E*****.&lt;br /&gt;Lynette: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115474542970102038?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115474542970102038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115474542970102038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115474542970102038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115474542970102038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/08/050806.html' title='050806'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115426453240321231</id><published>2006-07-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:15:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to forgive, to forget,&lt;br /&gt;to let go and let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arshall and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;n Fa bought me an absolutely adorable pink teddy bear from CardsnSuch with my name tag stuck onto it with velcro! (: Soooo sweet. They said it was for my birthday, which won't be here for roughly another couple of weeks. Aren't they the sweetest thangs? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saw Anna Beth today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEW NEPHEW! He was born today at around 2.46 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;His name's Isaac and according to my mom, he has the biggest eyes ever.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I like babies. Kinda. It's the noisy toddlers I can't stand, they're like stomachs surrounded by whirlwinds of noise and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;But babies sooo make me melt! Everything about them is sooo tiny and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And I love their baby powder smell. Teehee(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm gonna go beg my mom to bring me to Mount Alvernia to see baby Isaac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8146617-115426453240321231?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115426453240321231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115426453240321231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115426453240321231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115426453240321231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/delivered.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115418341799740875</id><published>2006-07-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:30:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>290706</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should try to be strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, baby, you're the right kind of wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing rubber bands again, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I took off our shoes &amp;socks and walked around in Raffles City today.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's wallpaper says, "HELLOOOO GORGEOUS"&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my phone just the sweetest thing? : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115418341799740875?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115418341799740875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115418341799740875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115418341799740875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115418341799740875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/290706.html' title='290706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115401676468921048</id><published>2006-07-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:12:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how does your conscience feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe your life is overflowing, but honestly,&lt;br /&gt;don't take all.&lt;br /&gt;give a little.&lt;br /&gt;has it ever occured to you that other people need them too?&lt;br /&gt;don't treat them like your slaves that come at your beck and call,&lt;br /&gt;or worse, your husband.&lt;br /&gt;that's taking advantage.&lt;br /&gt;and girl, tell me. how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow up, &lt;/span&gt;will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. bad day today. chest pains, headache, bad hair, bad choice of shirt, got photographed by a weirdo, relapse, had to see that _____, my teeth ache, i have to wear rubber bands, my manicure's messed up, someone got mad at me, i missed singapore idol, got bullied, got reprimanded the moment i stepped into the house, and to top it all off, i had to go home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU DISGUST ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, it's not only me who you disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*%*)#%)%^)(!$)@%_%#%%^+&amp;amp;!^$@ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i actually typed twice as long as that ^ but i deleted half of it and this is left, lest it look too obscene. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS AFTERNOON WHEN I WAS AT HOME AH! a group of teenagers from this nearby school went to the playground downstairs my house and started shouting and screaming their heads off, jumping around and drumming on the slides. (?!) i shan't mention the school for privacy. pissed me off! i'm SO gonna complain to their school. they were basically acting like a bunch of monkeys. uncivilised. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr john lim sent me to the doctor's from school today on vp's orders cause i had this pain behind my left rib that started just when i finished my crossword puzzle in history lesson. i'd just slammed down the pen and exclaimed, "finished!" and then immediately clutched my rib and choked, "ow!" as there was this stabbing feeling which came very suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;guess what the stupid doctor gave me.&lt;br /&gt;PARACETAMOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then mr lim sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to raffles today to meet hendy, walked around for awhile to accompany him until bryant finished bs. then mel came.&lt;br /&gt;tuition at chec today.&lt;br /&gt;was bad.&lt;br /&gt;met bryant during the break,&lt;br /&gt;then met hendy and him after that.&lt;br /&gt;stravaiged at o school for awhile, then walked to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;then we were standing at the control station talking.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason or other, hendy started trying to mess up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;then they both started trying to mess up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;then i whacked both their heads. and bryant grabbed me from behind at the throat and hendy messed up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.):&lt;br /&gt;then bryant escaped into the mrt station closely followed by hendy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. SOMEONE TING XIONG ZHUO REN! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it, i'm still in a friggin' bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;'scuse my french.&lt;br /&gt;my mom just came and scolded me again while i was taking my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;$#*#$$)%!_%##%^(%#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115401676468921048?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115401676468921048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115401676468921048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115401676468921048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115401676468921048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-does-your-conscience-feel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115392813291081947</id><published>2006-07-26T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:35:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slit two of my shirts in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, for a reason. So I can  tie them and then they won't fall to my ankles making me look like I'm wearing a dress.&lt;br /&gt;Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;Went to study w the clique today! : D And I know Sukardi's secret! : O&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have a letter t reply. L8r! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115392813291081947?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115392813291081947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115392813291081947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115392813291081947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115392813291081947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-slit-two-of-my-shirts-in-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115375604139116246</id><published>2006-07-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:47:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>240706</title><content type='html'>I know I didn't post a lot on happenings these few posts, and they're little snippets of irrelevant things, but well I'll start posting properly as soon as I'm in the mood.(:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm annoyed w my fam. They just keep using the cordless phone until no battery. And then, they leave it lying around and don't bother to go put it on the charger. And when I wanna use it, it dies like after two minutes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;(example:&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "BLAH BLAH BLAH(something along the lines of meeting someone somewhere for something.)"&lt;br /&gt;Kor: "I want to use the phone!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Eh son, wait ah. BLAH BLAH BLAH okay here you go."&lt;br /&gt;Kor: "BLAH BLAH BLAH(something about project, and how he needs to finish it real soon.)"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Ren ren, I want to use! I need to call so-and-so for some reason or other."&lt;br /&gt;Kor: "Eh, my mom needs to use. Call me okay? Bye, bye."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "BLAH BLAH BLAH (Eh, where's the sale? I think I feel like... shoes. Aiyah, I know alr. Yeah I'm thinking of signing up a manicure+pedicure package for my daughter... Huh? I'm siao?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some while later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mom? I need to use the phone. Pretty pleaseeeee"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Eh, my girl needs to use. Yeah. I talk to you later okay? Bye bye"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, hello, eh, today what homework ah? Tomorrow have ---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE LINE IS CUT OFF!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.): That's the result of having only one cordless phone in a house of very active phone-users. Haha. Shit happens, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that reminds me... I wrote like 3 pages for my Chinese zhuo wen! Common test today. Siao right? I haven't written so much before in my whole history of learning Chinese. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a happy girl. I just changed my handwriting. Alas, it's still quite messy. But what the heck, it's neater than the previous one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's true. My mom WAS thinking of signing up a manicure/pedicure package for me. $380 for like 10 sessions of both mani/pedi. Cheap right? Ahahaha. But then..&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Right. And I can wear nail polish to school right?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, yeah hor..."&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Maybe soon, lah.(: I want patterns! They're pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH MANICURE IS THE PRETTIEST! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115375604139116246?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115375604139116246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115375604139116246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115375604139116246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115375604139116246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/240706.html' title='240706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115366573482497265</id><published>2006-07-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:30:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;As if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I'm ever gonna take you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;As if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;It's ever gonna come to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So see you 'round, wave goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Be a bird, pass me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;As if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I'm gonna let you break my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;As if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I'm gonna let your love back in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Not tonight, get a grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Baby, as if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New favourite song! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So be a dear, disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Maybe I'm not being clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I know I didn't post a lot on happenings these few posts, and they're little snippets of irrelevant things, but well I'll start posting properly as soon as I'm in the mood.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Oh. And I'm annoyed w my fam. They keep using the cordless phone until no battery and they just leave it lying around the house. They don't pick up after themselves. In canto, it's called "mo shou mei". Haha. Oh and I wrote like 3 pages today for my Chinese compo zhuo wen. : D Cool right?! OMG I've never written so much of my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;And I'm a happy girl cause I just changed my handwriting! Although it's still not so nice, but it's hell loads neater than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Well. Yeah. (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8146617-115366573482497265?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115366573482497265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115366573482497265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115366573482497265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115366573482497265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-if-im-ever-gonna-take-you-back-as.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115346832777613402</id><published>2006-07-21T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:52:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I died tonight, would you still be grieving tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Worse, would you grieve at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115346832777613402?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115346832777613402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115346832777613402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115346832777613402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115346832777613402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-died-tonight-would-you-still-be.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115346583635109591</id><published>2006-07-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:10:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>210706</title><content type='html'>I had my first nosebleed today! OMG I haven't had one like ever. Hmm. Lol and I say that like it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my clique! ): Haven't seen them in days. Seeing them tonight! Can't wait!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115346583635109591?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115346583635109591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115346583635109591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115346583635109591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115346583635109591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/210706.html' title='210706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115331375357104079</id><published>2006-07-19T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:55:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190706</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I lose my love to someone better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And does she love you like I &lt;s&gt;do&lt;/s&gt; did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To still be suffering is stupid after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115331375357104079?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115331375357104079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115331375357104079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115331375357104079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115331375357104079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/190706.html' title='190706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115305591426085651</id><published>2006-07-16T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:44:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>160706</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish he hadn't told me what he did, then maybe I'd still be existing in my little bubble, cocooned in what I believed. But he did. And I know now how it feels. Not that I've never been double-crossed before, but I... oh, well. I thought I... oh, I don't know. I just never thought I'd feel this bad about something I didn't see happen. I didn't see this coming, for sure. Bryant said I'm only making myself feel worse by thinking about it, but what else can I do? I can't help it. It bothers me. And "bothers" is an understatement. Baby, I don't wanna spoil this friendship by telling you how I feel, I don't wanna. And really, this period is so trying, that it's tempting me, luring me, to tell you. But what if you don't feel the same? Sweets, my heart won't be able to take it anymore. But you're the one making my heart thump. I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe I'm overreacting.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8146617-115305591426085651?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115305591426085651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115305591426085651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115305591426085651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115305591426085651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/160706.html' title='160706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115288081568165180</id><published>2006-07-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:40:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115288081568165180?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115288081568165180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115288081568165180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115288081568165180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115288081568165180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/test-post.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115285686620443188</id><published>2006-07-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:57:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130706</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNETTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today's Lynette's birthday! Haha Happy Birthday, sweetie.(:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Today was all right. Had school. Then after school went for Math ATP with Mel. Supposed to go Mr Loo's class, but in the end we went to Malik's. Did a graph and left.&lt;br /&gt;After that, took 33 w Sukardi and Yelin. Alighted at Tiong and Hendy asked me to meet them at City Hall. So took train there. Met Bryant and Vanessa at Raffles City Mos. Sat there for a while and then went to meet Louisa and Nicky. Haha. Waited for Hendy to get changed for like ages. Went to Marina Square and met Daniel on the way. Bryant and Daniel left for BS at 530. So Van, Isa, Nicky and I were walking around. Went to share baked rice with Isa. Really regretted it after that; my throat hurt like mad.): Um. Yeah. Nicky and Van refused to let Isa and I have ice kachang. I want! Sigh. Then Isa and Nicky went to go buy a shirt for Hendy, while Van and I sat at baked rice place and studied, while waiting for Hendy. I did some of my chinese compo! Letter writing thing. Ugh. Okay. Then Hendy arrived and we three walked to Suntec tower three to meet Bryant, Nicky and Isa. Then Van had to go. So Isa and Nicky sent her off and Hendy and Bryant went with me to go meet Jaanmeng to get my mp3. : D Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Met him at like City Hall. Then took the mp3 and we went to PS with Isa to meet her cg members. We went to spotlight to find Pooh stickers. And finally found some. Bryant peeled off his Gmask. And stuck Pooh stickers on his phone. Oh well. And then we went to find Louisa. While in Dorothy Perkins, Bryant and Hendy arrived with the cure for my throat. They held up this yellowish-brown bottle of tea. Or something like that. And I drank near half the bottle outside Dorothy Perkins. I wouldn't have drank it if Bryant hadn't threatened to peel off my French manicure! NOOOOOO! Anything but my nails! ): The tea at first is sweet, but the aftertaste is something I will never quite forget. It's bitter, with a taste that made my stomach roil with nausea. With something akin to disgust, I quaffed the mixture, and had to stop several times through to keep myself from throwing up the contents of my stomach, the drink was that awful. After that, though, Bryant gave me a lollipop! Then we all went with him to get his pillow. After a quick trip to Watson's, we left for the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a band playing. They weren't half bad, to be honest. My throat, by then, was feeling so horrid I could cry. Sigh. Well. Went home around ten plus. Haha we stopped at the B1 lobby and danced. And they were flipping and splitting and all. Louisa and I again tried the stretch thing. And I still... can't... do it! )))): I can't split. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND MEL I LOVE YOU! Haha You don't gotta be on my hit list for me to love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8146617-115285686620443188?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115285686620443188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115285686620443188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115285686620443188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115285686620443188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/130706.html' title='130706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115254577180397902</id><published>2006-07-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:10:38.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100706</title><content type='html'>If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;He can live anywhere in the universe, but He chose your heart.&lt;br /&gt;What about the Christmas gift He sent you in Bethlehem,&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that Friday at Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;Face it, He's crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up around eight plus. Replied Jaanmeng's smses.. Then arranged to meet him at City Hall. Got ready and left. I spent, like, nearly the whole day in town.&lt;br /&gt;Met him around ten. Then we went to walk around City Link. Nowhere was open except for Gelare and TCC. Had toast and tea for breakfast.(: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; bet on Italy and he won S$200. LOL(:&lt;br /&gt;Then we wanted to go play pool but pool fusion wasn't open yet so we went to coffee bean at Bugis and sat and talked. And after that we went to pool fusion, and we played pool. Jaanmeng thrashed me about three out of four times): Fine, I owe him one. Anyway. He has some secret admirer who gave him, like, vodka the last time she saw him. TEEHEE :]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After playing pool, he sent me to outram and I took a bus to KAP to meet Louisa. Then we had something to eat at Macs and left for SATA to collect Louisa's report. Met Hendy at Jurong East. Then we went to collect the report. She's fit! Haha. Then we met Bryant. Then took train down to City Hall. Went to City Link for the second time that day.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Flash n Splash, Bryant said he needed to go to the loo. And apparently, we did too. But when Bry and Hendy went into the toilet, Louisa and I dashed out and went into Flash n Splash. Then we looked for flips. We found some black ones in size 8. That's the smallest alr. Then we bought them and dashed out. And I was laughing alr. To complicate matters, we met Bryant and Hendy on our trip back into the loo. Cause we had to go for real. HAHAHA OH GOSH I was laughing like don't know what. Then okay we walked around, went to Marina Square and had baked rice(: and walked some more.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to City Hall to meet Melissa for tuition. At the station, we presented Bryant with the slippers. Haha. We went to the body shop and took the perfumes, and we sprayed Louisa like don't know what. Haha revenge on an innocent party! And we went into Accessorize. I LOVE their cute little things! And then we met Melissa. And we went for tuition and Hendy and Isa went off, and Bryant and I were being all bimbo in tuition, teehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: The extra skin on, you know, that thing...&lt;br /&gt;Louisa: Huh, what thing?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: Some people don't have cause they've been circumcised, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Louisa: Oh... then girls have?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant: NO...&lt;br /&gt;Louisa: HUH how come guys have and girls don't... OH! Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I don't scold you also cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt; what's the logic in that? Surely you can control your own tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Who thinks I should get another sling? Tote? Suggestions please.(: My crumpler and I will be celebrating our one year's anniversary together this thursday, on Lynette's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115254577180397902?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115254577180397902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115254577180397902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115254577180397902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115254577180397902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/100706.html' title='100706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115237549760593647</id><published>2006-07-09T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:20:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are You still here with me?&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear You anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment after disappointment, they say release it all to You.&lt;br /&gt;But how to when I can't hear You anymore?&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, how to even begin with the people who've let me down?&lt;br /&gt;And who I've let down?&lt;br /&gt;And forgive my transgressions as I forgive others'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speak&lt;/span&gt; to me please?&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me, I so want to hear Your voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore You,&lt;br /&gt;I adore You,&lt;br /&gt;I adore You,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115237549760593647?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115237549760593647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115237549760593647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115237549760593647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115237549760593647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-still-here-with-me-i-cant-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115211400620557126</id><published>2006-07-05T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:40:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>050706</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to discover that random people with their friendster profiles written in ...presumably malay, keep adding me. Once or twice is understandable, but this has happened a fair few times. About fifteen or more, I dare say. This is getting a little out of hand. Who are these people? Why do they add me? Where did they find me? WHY DID THEY DECIDE TO RANDOMLY ADD MEEEEEEE???????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115211400620557126?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115211400620557126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115211400620557126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115211400620557126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115211400620557126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/050706.html' title='050706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115201902030465059</id><published>2006-07-04T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:23:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0400706</title><content type='html'>I've been given my first blue rose!((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joey and Zhiyong were nice enough to give me a lift to King Albert Park today in a cab. We shared cab actually. But I only gave them a minimal amount. The both of them were super nice. Thanks, Joey and Zhiyong!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115201902030465059?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115201902030465059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115201902030465059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115201902030465059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115201902030465059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/0400706.html' title='0400706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115184914148090217</id><published>2006-07-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:05:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Art Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, there was a very wealthy men who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, and many others adorned the walls of the estate. The widowed elderly man looked on with satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As winter approached, war engulfed the nation and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again. Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season that he and his son had looked forward to would no longer visit  his house. On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed, old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hands. He introduced himself to the man saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told everyone of his, not to mention his father's, love of fine art. "I am an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier and promised to hang the picture above the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task. True to his word, he placed the painting above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of art. His task complete, the old man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weeks and months that followed, the man realised that even though his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease his grief. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamoured. He told his neighbours it was the greatest gift he had ever received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation, that with the collector's passing, and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the artworks would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the day he had received the greatest gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim, "I have the greatest collection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum's list. It was the painting of the man's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer asked for an opening bid, but the room was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked. Minutes passed, and no one spoke. From the back of the room came a voice, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's forget about it and move on to the good stuff," more voices echoed in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we have to sell this one first, "replied the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a neighbour of the old man spoke. "Will you take ten dollars for the painting? That's all I have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have ten dollars. Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice, gone." The gavel fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it, and we can bid on the real treasures!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean, it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son. What about all of those other paintings? There are millions of dollars' worth of art here! We demand that you explain what is going on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son... gets it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puts things into perspective, doesn't it? Just as those art collectors discovered on Christmas Day, the message is still the same. Christmas is about the love of God, the Father, whose greatest hoy came from his Son who went away and gave his life rescuing others. Because of that Father's love... whoever takes the Son gets it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115184914148090217?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115184914148090217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115184914148090217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115184914148090217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115184914148090217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/art-collection-years-ago-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115176736648799950</id><published>2006-07-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:22:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something's... something's happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115176736648799950?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115176736648799950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115176736648799950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115176736648799950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115176736648799950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/somethings.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115176443503738164</id><published>2006-07-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:33:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010706</title><content type='html'>First of july; a month since pos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good. Went to Chevy's house with Bryant to visit him after school. Then he had tuition so we went to find Hendy. Ate at Harbourfront and then left about four thirty to go home, bathe, change.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Hendy, Bryant, Nicky and Isa at kap later on. then Bryant, Nicky, Louisa and I cabbed down to SJI for their "A gathering of Kindred Spirits" thing. Was a little late. Went str8 to their performing arts centre and sat in the balcony. Saw Jane darling with Jun Le and Eddie! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The concert was quite good for a school production. Haha. Yeah. Their school has quite a lot of talents. And the emcee was hot! Quite, lah. From the little I saw of him. Matthias, I think his name was.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, they sang "Passing on the Passion". I think it's pretty much of an anthem, the boys were all singing it heartily with arms around each other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww so sweet&lt;/span&gt;, their school's super united I think. And they did like two or three school cheers and all.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to take a bus to town with a couple of Nicky's friends. Louisa, Bryant and I were all dancing at the stop. We took our heels off and danced, LOL. : D 'Twas fun. And then we bus-ed to town and met Chevy there. Went to the twenty four hour Macs at Lucky to eat. Wasn't hungry): Hmmm. Yeah.. Left around twelve thirty. Nicky went with me to somewhere near Wheelock to catch a cab. And then he cabbed home too. The cab driver thought I wasn't local cause of my english slang when speaking chinese. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; annoying, I'm so chinese, LAH! And I want to speak chinese properly! ))))): Yeah so we passed a pub and there were people all over the sidewalk watching the Germany vs Argentina match. I heard Germany beat Argentina and Italy thrashed Ukraine. Well. The crowd spilled onto the road and the cab driver was muttering about inconsiderate soccer fans. Haha(: And um yeah my cab fare was like $4 with midnight surcharge OMG I just l-o-v-e my house location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for SYF opening ceremony today with Jane and her, um, friend, Sean and his friend! It was okay, though I felt acutely underdressed. (FBTs and a shirt, as usual.) Went for cg before that you see. Um. Yeah. TKSS won the Best Display Band Award. They were super good, their formations were neatly formed and easy to make out. They did a bat for Batman, then superman's crest, then Darth Vader's mask. And they did it while playing the movies' theme songs. Haha super funny. But they were very good. They marched off to tumultous applause.&lt;br /&gt;They cried when their band was announced the winner. It was quite comical as they couldn't move, so they were just standing there with pained expressions on their faces and tears streaming down their faces. And they screamed and screamed on the spot. They looked quite constipated, actually. But seriously their band is good. And big, too! It looked like at least one third of their school population is in band. Haha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Service tomorrow : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115176443503738164?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115176443503738164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115176443503738164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115176443503738164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115176443503738164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/07/010706.html' title='010706'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115133599714631585</id><published>2006-06-26T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:33:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>260606</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Hendy at nine fifteen at Tanah Merah to walk to Hall One together, but when I was at Eunos at eight forty five, he was at Boon Lay. I waited, but in the end he urged me to go ahead and he'd meet me l8r. So I walked down with Jane and Eddie instead. No one can not have company on the long walk there. Seriously, what they said is definitely true. Anyone who reaches Expo MRT station at nine forty five will have to brisk walk. (Chevy's Hong Kong pace, haha. Inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;Had service, and it was good. And after that, went with my cell group to this Japanese restaurant in Bedok for lunch. Jane and I shared this Katsudon thing. And the fried rice. It was okay, I guess. Then left early to go over to the airport to meet Hendy, Nicky, Chevy, Louisa.&lt;br /&gt;I was like freezing! Because I'd left my top with Eddie. Sigh. And I was only wearing a camisole under. So I borrowed Nicky's jacket. And. Yeah. Met Louisa, walked around the airport with her because the guys had to sign some thing for their cell group. We wanted to get something for Bryant. Initially, we wanted to get, like, sweets. But none were very suitable. So we got him flowers. I got him one blue rose and one two-tone white and pink one. They were ultra pretty. And Louisa and I got each other a red rose! We love each other.(: And, yeah. the blue rose especially was pretty. BLUE ROSE. HINTHINTHINTHINT. Yeah. (: So then we met Vanessa and Anna Beth, and we all went to the viewing mall. Yeah. And waited for four forty five.&lt;br /&gt;Around four forty, we went to the arrival hall and waited. And waited. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waited.&lt;/span&gt; Finally Bryant appeared. Yay! We've missed him soooooo much! Haha. Yeah. So we immediately left for Marche at Suntec. We took 36 all the way down. I slept on the way, super lethargic. And we walked from like Tower 3 to the Convention centre. In the Hong Kong pace. Whoa super fast! I could've died ahahahahaha.(:&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached our destination! Julie and Keenan came and brought us in. We had an awesome dinner. Not all of South was there, but still, we managed to eat up a storm. And I completely made a fool of myself by trying to speak chinese. Eeee. Yeah. Junxiong taught me hahahahaha.(: It was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And after that, we went to the Esplanade. Julie, Steph, Louisa, Nicky, Hendy and I! We danced. Haha. And we talked a LOT. Louisa and I got a titchy bit emotional about the whole thing. But it worked out fine in the end. Hendy told me about softshell crabs.(: Hendy, if you're reading this, wo ai ni! Haha, that's a good analogy. And it made me feel better. And Hendy and Nicky, being the darlings they are, bought Julie, Steph, Louisa and I a chocolate-covered strawberry from Chocz. How sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home with Julie and Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school for Term three. How unfortunate that it should start with five whole periods of housekeeping in both the hall and our respective classrooms. Cheers, but I think I'll take the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;School was a bore. We got Yang Lao Shi. Sigh. Someone teach me basic chinese!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After school, went to study at KAP with Hendy, Bryant, Chevy, Anna Beth, Nicky, Vanessa. It was pretty fruitful today. I managed to finish my Math tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And then Chevy had to go. So Hendy left with him. And Bryant and I happily made our way to town. And the realisation dawned upon us that we haven't gone out in a super long time! LOL. True. Okay. So actually, we wanted to watch Just My Luck. (Yeah, again.) But I'd prolly get home super late. And mom wouldn't like that. So we went walking instead.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pacific Plaza to get Chevy's flip flops. Bryant got him nice ones. And we got lanyards!!!!!!! Red for South! Quiksilver.(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm super pro-South. My braces are red, my lanyard is red, my nails are red, and so is my ***. No, seriously. I have a red sports bra. SOUTH!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Then we walked to like Popular. And got the card holders. And then we went to Taka for Pepper Lunch. Yum! I seriously like their Honey Brown sauce. (: And yeah. We talked about loads of things. Sigh, I seriously think there's nothing I don't tell Bryant. Haha. Yeah.(:&lt;br /&gt;Mom started to call, so I had to go home. But not before I had Yoggi! I haven't had my favourite ice cream in a super long time! Haha. Yeah. Bryant bus-ed home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came online and Chuan Yu told me some pretty shocking things. HAHA(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115133599714631585?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115133599714631585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115133599714631585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115133599714631585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115133599714631585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/260606.html' title='260606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115098730293708691</id><published>2006-06-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:41:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>220606</title><content type='html'>Went studying with Hendy at KAP today. Yeah, only. Chevy had his DSA trials. Jeff didn't answer. Louisa had cell group. Hansheng couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Yeah so we were trying to do math. I got a head start on my tuition homework. Kind of. Had sort of a reminiscing session. It was then that I realised them holidays are ending like, real soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; soon. And I started reading, and, oh, Beth called and asked if I could go get her polka dots with her and I said yes. So I met her about four fifteen at Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;Hendy was so nice, he accompanied me to town in a 171 from KAP to meet Bethy. And then he spent a couple hours by himself in the Esplanade library before his dance class. And then I think he just sent Louisa home. Where to find a brother that's so nice?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So I met Bethy and we did a bit of looking around. Um. Yeah. She tried on the polka dotted one but decided not to get it in the end. Went to Topshop and couldn't find the matching bottom for my bikini. Sigh. So didn't get anything...&lt;br /&gt;Walked around. Looked at shoeeees! Went for tea at food.republic. Had dim sum! Was quite nice. Then we walked to Lido and checked the timing for Just My Luck. The time then was six thirty. The movie timing was six forty. Lucky? (: Hahahahaha okay. So of course we got the tix. Then nipped down to Mango for a quick look. SALEEE!!!!!!!! There were some really cute things. A couple of absolutely adorable pairs of denim shorts. But there wasn't time. Hastened back up to the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite nice. The storyline is kinda fairytale-ish, but it's funny. Lindsay's pretty. Chris Pine looks absolutely edible. What could be better?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my day wasn't perfect enough, Daddy just bought me a bar of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;It's sure days like this that I live for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(claps) Let's go, Toros (x4)&lt;br /&gt;All right&lt;br /&gt;We're sweet, we got the whip&lt;br /&gt;We can't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;We're the best, our team's too cool&lt;br /&gt;We got the class to rock this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bad, we got the team&lt;br /&gt;We can't be had.&lt;br /&gt;We're the best, so score them points&lt;br /&gt;You win the game, we'll rock this joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Toros, go Toros, go go go, Toros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Clovers, go Clovers, go go go, Clovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our game is fierce&lt;br /&gt;And we are hip&lt;br /&gt;So get on back,&lt;br /&gt;You can't touch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our game is bad&lt;br /&gt;We're without peer&lt;br /&gt;So get that weakness outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sell our bit&lt;br /&gt;But you look like shit&lt;br /&gt;We're the ones who're down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115098730293708691?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115098730293708691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115098730293708691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115098730293708691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115098730293708691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/220606.html' title='220606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115089556570923020</id><published>2006-06-21T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:40:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>210606</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome, oh, wow. Like, totally freak me out. I mean, right on. (clap, clap)&lt;br /&gt;Toros sure are number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I transferred from Los Angeles, your school has no gymnastics team. This is a last resort. (clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sell our bit, but you look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;We're the ones who're down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was all right. Came home very early, compared to the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lunch and shopping with Steph and Beth today.(: Got my much-coveted black halter bikini top with a metal ring. Pretty.(: Going tanning on Saturday. Steph got a black one too. Think hers was a string top. Beth liked a pretty one at warehouse in white with black polka dots but she didn't get. Think going to get tmr? Maybe I'm getting the matching bottom. Or a pair of boyshorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to airport, met Jeff, Hansheng, Hendy and Tingzhi. Went to fetch Chevy from the airport. Yay! Finally someone's back, we're always sending people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home and watched Legally Blonde. Nice ending. Daddy cooked me pasta in a chicken soup. Yum. I think I have to stop eating such rich food, here I am trying to lose weight and all. Daddy keeps ruining things, first my diet and now he says we're going to London in December and I won't be allowed to not go. Sigh. I want to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Pretty short day. (: I'm gnna go buff my nails now, byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115089556570923020?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115089556570923020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115089556570923020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115089556570923020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115089556570923020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/210606.html' title='210606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115080925156480080</id><published>2006-06-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:20:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190606</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty simple but pretty amazing day. First thing in the morning, Seraphina called me at like eight thirty. Morning call. I STILL rolled over and went back to bed. Shucks. Woke up at like nine thirty and I was supposed to be at the airport at ten. So I hurried and washed up and changed and rushed down.&lt;br /&gt;Met Sera and Nicky at the mrt. was super late, like ten forty. Haha. And they'd alr chosen some chocolate! (We were supposed to meet early to buy chocolate for Hendy because he was being emo and everything and we are so caring and all, and chocolate makes you happy.(: Scientifically proven.) And so Nicky'd alr gotten the belgian seashell chocolate for hendy. Like super a lot of different flavours. And... yeah. So we went to get some more. We looked in the pearls@changi but they didn't have a lot, so we only got Hendy the bubbly chocolate from there. Oh, and two chocolate hearts from Sera and I to show our love! And then we went to the cocoa trees again and we got him the pastilles. All the flavours! And all the colours.(: So pretttyyyy. Rightrightright Hendy RIGHT? Must keep the boxes and take a photograph, huh.(: And then... yeah. It mayn't sound a lot, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was.&lt;/span&gt; It was like one whole paper bag, full of chocolate. Imagine. I think he'll have as much fun eating them as we did choosing them, as quoted from Sera. And, oh, we shopped and ate a lot! (: Was fun. And Louisa, Steph, Hendy and I were talking about BGR. And stuff like that. Haha. Had lots of fun with my girls (and guys) today! Yay! I was going psycho and kept doing the thing from Bring it On.&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, it's okay. You're gonna pump our gas someday. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sexy. I'm cute. I'm popular to boot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitchin'. Great hair. The boys all love to stare.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty. I'm cool. I dominate the school.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Just guess. Guys wanna touch my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rockin'. I smile. And many think I'm vile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying. I jump. You can look but don't you hump.&lt;br /&gt;I'm major. I roar. I swear I'm not a whore.&lt;br /&gt;We cheer and we lead. We act like we're on speed.&lt;br /&gt;Hate us cause we're beautiful, well, we don't like you either.&lt;br /&gt;We're cheerleaders, we are cheerleaders, go Toros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nicky left today, this song's for him! Steph and I were singing it the whole day yesterday and today. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Nicky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Hey Nicky, hey, hey! Hey Nicky, hey, hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115080925156480080?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115080925156480080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115080925156480080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115080925156480080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115080925156480080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/190606_20.html' title='190606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115072679226647885</id><published>2006-06-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:19:52.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190606</title><content type='html'>Source: http://cheerleading.about.com/od/cheershoes/l/aabyb_shoes.htm&lt;br /&gt;Note: edited where grammatical errors were spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're stunting, jumping, competing, practicing or just standing around, your shoes take a lot of abuse and what you put on feet can make a big difference in your comfort and performance. Cheerleading shoes are part of your uniform, but think of them as part of your Cheerleading equipment. Choosing the right Cheerleading shoes should be a top priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in most things, you get what you pay for. The price you pay for a pair of Cheerleading shoes can make a difference in the quality of the shoes. It can not only affect the comfort, but also the durability and upkeep. Cheerleading shoes range in price from approximately $20 to $70 with the average shoes running from $30-$50. Find a price range that meets your needs and then shop for the best shoe in that range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can make you more miserable than a pair of uncomfortable shoes. Look for good cushioning, flexibility, lightweight and breathability in your Cheerleading shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fit/Size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insure the fit of your Cheerleading shoes. If possible, try them on before you purchase them or make sure you can return them if they don't fit properly. Some brands fit differently from others, so if you're used to one brand and are making a change to another, ask the company how the new brand runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll want a shoe that is as lightweight as possible but still offers the most comfort, support and durability. Look for any added features you need for stunting or tumbling such as finger grips or grooves, flexibility, shock absorption, scalloped archways and ankle support. Choose a shoe that meets the needs of your activity. Keep in mind the upkeep of the shoe and if necessary, weatherproofing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cheerleading shoes come in white with added team colour insertions. Check the style you're ordering to be sure they meet your needs in style and colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Valerie Ninemire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some of us, after this practice, are looking to invest in a pair of cheerleading shoes, so as not to hurt our poor bases. We did shoulder sits and shoulder stands. And shoulder stands can be especially painful. For bases whose flyers wear running shoes, sneakers, etc. The thick rubber soles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dig&lt;/span&gt; into their shoulders, and I'm not referring to the hard bone part. I'm talking about the soft part where the neck and the shoulder meet. That is the part that will probably take most of the flyer's weight, and it is sickeningly painful, especially if you wear shoes like mine.&lt;br /&gt;My running shoes, nikes, have sectioned soles. They act almost like studs. And they absolutely kill my shoulder stand bases who have narrower shoulders, or shoulders that slope, forcing me to stand closer to their neck than their shoulders. Cheers to those with broader shoulders. So, as not to kill them before I can do all my stunts, I'm investing in a good pair of cheerleading shoes. My mom was so sweet, she offered to sponsor me when I told her about it. But I won't be tricked, she's just looking to bribe me into getting better results. It was sweet of her, though. If I get those shoes myself, I'll probably take care of them a lot more. But if I do, my new phone will be slightly delayed. How?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Swallow my pride and tell her it would be good if she could sponsor my cheerleading shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see what I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115072679226647885?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115072679226647885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115072679226647885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115072679226647885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115072679226647885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/190606.html' title='190606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115065462811184775</id><published>2006-06-19T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:28:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess this is goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over, the game is up. it's cut clean.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I hurt you, and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're even reading this;&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't say I'm sorry just now, and you might've thought I wasn't. But I am, terribly. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've both got to pick up the shreds of our lives and move on. Let go, and let God, I always tell myself. Now I say to you, too. Let go, and let God. This has been going on for too long, apparently. It's time to end it all. God can't heal your heart if you don't give Him all the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discard this message. Throw this bottle back into the sea. Erase all the street signs. Delete all the phone numbers. Forget my name, my face. Forget who I was to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, I pray earnestly for one thing: sensitivity. For the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, goodbye, so long, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115065462811184775?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115065462811184775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115065462811184775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115065462811184775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115065462811184775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-guess-this-is-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115055801708083857</id><published>2006-06-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:27:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've blogged like thrice today. Was feeling pretty bad about myself when I came home. A little emo about some things. And I was positively horrible to Hansheng. Sorry, Hansheng! I didn't mean to be pissy to you.):&lt;br /&gt;And it was hard to pull myself together. Well. Just talked to Debra quite a bit, and shared a bit. (: She was the sweetest. Sorrows are truly halved when shared, and joys doubled. Especially when you're talking to someone who shares the same sentiments as you. Thanks for talking to me Deborah &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I've made a decision to make a conscious effort to use proper English. Like, capitals in the front of every sentence, every "I" a capital letter. Yay! Smack me if I use all small letters okay?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115055801708083857?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115055801708083857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115055801708083857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115055801708083857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115055801708083857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-blogged-like-thrice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115054550850711616</id><published>2006-06-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:03:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four faces stare at me from the photo, and yours is the only one not smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;I remember that night, you told me you were going out with them cause they'd asked you out, and I'd seen photos of that night afterward. And you drank, and they drank, and you'd all been happy.&lt;br /&gt;You squint at the camera, like you can't get it in focus. Why do you always squint? Your lips are curved downward in a slight pout, your lower lip sticking out. I can't remember the last time you spoke to me from those very lips. How many months since I last heard your voice? You look at me, and I scrutinise the look on your face before turning away. As long as I can remember, we've been doing that. Our eyes meet, and the gaze is held for a split second before either one breaks the contact. I can look you in the eye, I can without feeling any guilt, but I'd prefer not to. The morning after, you woke up late. No, it wasn't a hangover. You never had hangovers. That night seems a million years away, now I think of it. How many years have I aged since you threw me away? This desolate feeling of emptiness is nauseating. My stomach roils. Clapping my hand over my mouth, I view the photograph again. Bad mistake. I run to the toilet and dry-heave above the white porcelain bowl. My stomach churns violently, and finally I feel release. I flush the toilet and wash my mouth, scrubbing my teeth harshly with the toothbrush. I return to my room and switch off without looking at the photograph that will provoke my stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room swims in my line of vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot help it, I couldn't stop it if I tried&lt;br /&gt;The same old heartbeat fills the emptiness I have inside&lt;br /&gt;And I've heard that you can't fight love, so I won't complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause why would I stop the fire that keeps me going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause when there's you, I feel whole.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no better feeling in the world,&lt;br /&gt;But without you, I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115054550850711616?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115054550850711616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115054550850711616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115054550850711616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115054550850711616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/four-faces-stare-at-me-from-photo-and.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115054017348385831</id><published>2006-06-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:29:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look to the past and remember and smile&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, tonight, I can breathe for a while&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the scene, I think I'm falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;But then all that it means is that&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate fell short this time,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile fades in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Place your hand in mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when i wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115054017348385831?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115054017348385831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115054017348385831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115054017348385831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115054017348385831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-to-past-and-remember-and-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115048433658477932</id><published>2006-06-17T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:58:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>160606</title><content type='html'>so like yeah yesterday was super fun.(: woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;met bryant and hendy at kap at one something, i think. we were supposed to study. i did try. i managed to finish quite a bit of our chem holiday homework. but still unfinished. then, jeff came, louisa came, tingzhi came, hansheng came, and keenan came. and we were like doing our nails. i helped jeff buff his nails until they were super shiny. hey, skill comes with experience! all the times when i was buffing my nails in class didn't go to waste, after all.(: i also helped him apply, like, cuticle oil. and louisa painted a few of my nails, but they weren't very even so i removed the polish (i'm soooo gnna miss my silver and gold southy manicure!) and tingzhi took over the job. the colors were pink and black, alternately. her painting's pretty good! very even. she did base coat, two coats of polish. no top coat because i think it was nice, like that. and the top coat was kinda cloudy. yeah. calcium gel or summat.&lt;br /&gt;and then i finished buffing jeff's nails for him and louisa had to leave. and the rest of us went to suntec with bryant because he had bs and so we accompanied him. but in the end, tingzhi, jeff, keenan, hansheng and i went wandering aimlessly around millenium walk. and we found a dance studio. and yeah we walked around... um. after that, we walked to tower three to meet hendy and anna beth. all the way walking down there, i was walking with jeff and he was attempting to talk super bimbo-ish. he kept saying, "like," this, "like," that. and i was like, okay. we went to carl's junior to eat. i had their crisscut fries. they were pretty good, but i wasn't too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;after that, anna beth left.): and tingzhi, keenan and hansheng went to cineleisure. and bryant, hendy, jeff and i went to, like, where? oh yeah. we went to sim lim. dropped hendy off at o school first for his dance class. and we began our journey to sim lim. super far! we walked from the esplanade to sim lim, can you &lt;em&gt;imagine?&lt;/em&gt; i nearly died. i was wearing shorts and slippers! but it turned out okay. jeff had to find a guy to fix his lappy. and bryant was searching for speakers. and after that, i left. home, sweet home.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up at twelve. and the whole house was empty! scary! i got online and talked to felicia, she told me to meet her at city hall so we could meet up with jeff at the esplanade library and do some mugging. so i did. and we walked over to the esplanade. and everything. and studied for a while. i finished more of my chem worksheets. after that, i had to leave about two forty five for bs. it was three at suntec!&lt;br /&gt;edmund was late and i waited for him and we were like half an hour late for bs. so we waited at the church office and oh goodness we used the meeting room for bs. because no other room was free, i guess. and i felt like an exhibit, because the meeting room's mostly glass. and um yeah. after bs, eddie and i walked back to the esplanade. and we happened to meet hendy on the way.&lt;br /&gt;jeff and felicia kept contacting me during bs to ask me to bring back food, so i called them. and i just happened to be passing marche, and i told them, so they asked for marche takeaways. (can you believe these two? they get their takeaways from &lt;em&gt;marche&lt;/em&gt;) and i bought jeff a ham and cheese crepe (WHICH, BY THE WAY, JEFF, IS DELICIOUS WHEN IT'S FRESH, AND NOT PACKED IN A BOX LIKE YOURS WAS) and felicia a custard bun, and we went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;so we met them at the esplanade library. and i found out that they' discovered my doodlings! *blush* cause i left my stuff there, you see. and um yeah. so i had to leave, cause daddy wanted me home for dinner. so i went home and had a &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt; dinner (spaghetti fried with beef and carrots and mushrooms in a savoury sauce) and then went to meet hendy and bryant at lakeside. we went to this video ezy near bryant's to get movies, and then came back and watched them with jeff and beth. first, we watched house of wax. it was super thrilling. okay, it was interesting. but it made paris look even more like a you-know-what. and then we watched bring it on. and jeff and beth left): and now we're gnna watch legally blonde! i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115048433658477932?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115048433658477932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115048433658477932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115048433658477932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115048433658477932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/160606.html' title='160606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115030767418926250</id><published>2006-06-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:54:34.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140606</title><content type='html'>so, like, today, bryant called me at twelve and woke me up. and he was like, "did you just wake up? we're on our way to KAP! come now, okay? okay. byee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up properly, got ready and went down. met bryant and hendy there. and they were eating. haha. as usual. so i got out my english homework and attempted it. the readers' digest pilot pen awards 2006 essay writing entry. and i was like, stoning there because no inspiration! yah. then hansheng arrived. bryant and i went to cold storage to buy chocolates! we spent like S$6 in coins on sweets. hahaha. and he split while looking at the bottom shelf! hahahahaha was hilarious, i tell you. and then when we came back, we found our phones ravaged with a plague of photos! by the very evil hendy and hansheng. so we took revengeeeee.......((:&lt;br /&gt;revenge can be soooo sweet,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and inexplicably, we started talking about kids. oh goodness like we talked about all the kids we gnna have, and all the things we gnna do with them. and what we gnna do tgt and with them and all. and what houses are we gnna live in.. the places we gnna work in. things like that. we talked about it from king albert's to city hall. then we went to esplanade library and met jeff and felicia to studyyyy. again. hendy bryant hansheng and i went walking and i shoulder sat on hendy again! yay! he's super nice always lets me shoulder sit on him. and bryant and i ran away from them. haha it was so funny. and hansheng called. and we were like, okay, we'll go back. and we went back and found them and went back to the library and heard some guy yodelling and studied some more and went to marina and ate and went to the, um, mrt station. and omg&lt;br /&gt;we saw these two people showing PDAs. very explicit ones, oh dear. i was like, "get a room!" okay anw took the train w felicia and yeah thats it.(: reached home yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115030767418926250?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115030767418926250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115030767418926250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115030767418926250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115030767418926250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/140606.html' title='140606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115017472852804661</id><published>2006-06-13T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:58:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;i just realised that quite a lot of people go "RAHHHH" when they're angry.&lt;br /&gt;weird, how my name is now a swear word.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115017472852804661?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115017472852804661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115017472852804661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115017472852804661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115017472852804661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-realised-that-quite-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-115013021246047649</id><published>2006-06-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:36:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120606</title><content type='html'>i'm 42 kg now! 2 more kg to my goal. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing at my living room window,  i gaze at the 'park', as you christened it.  trying not to remember, i look away. there is nothing outside the window that even remotely distracts me, and i let my gaze stray once again toward the familiar pathway. gray clouds grace the navy blue sky, and there isn't a star in sight. the clouds do not obstruct the moonlight, and the clear, full moon shines down, bathing everything in milky light. not a soul in sight, no one appears to distract me from reminiscing the very night of our first ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D i'm doing my pedi tomorrow! with my mom. so glad i managed to talk to her some the other day about everything. and we didn't quarrel once, and everything was smooth sailing. she said she was proud of me for winning POS. (: and she wanted to hear all about it, which is pretty rare, for her. and she promised me a pedicure! : D when my mom's in a good mood is the best time to ask her for things. but i won't take advantage of her and ask for a new phone- or rather, i think she'd strangle me. i'm gnna get it on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long its gnna take.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-115013021246047649?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/115013021246047649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=115013021246047649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115013021246047649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/115013021246047649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/120606.html' title='120606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114994025484255319</id><published>2006-06-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:08:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhh okay i am adding chevalier's phone model to my wishlist. it's kind of interesting. it slides, plays songs, um, has a 2 megapixel camera.. it's a three g phone. which means video calls! and everything. : D but i dnno. mum's prolly gnna kill me. or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postscript: and yes, i do realise my hot pink v3 is barely two months old. thats why i said mum's gnna come after my head.&lt;br /&gt;but i do want a bigger memory. and being able to receive stuff. deborah's phone can't either, hers is a v3i. i think it's the razr family's problem.): everytime 100% sent alr, when i try to store it, it'll have a system error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CRY ALR. EVEN MY PHONE WONT LET ME REMEMBER POS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114994025484255319?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114994025484255319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114994025484255319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114994025484255319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114994025484255319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahhhhh-okay-i-am-adding-chevaliers.html' title=''/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114993771221933255</id><published>2006-06-10T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:08:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100606</title><content type='html'>i can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it's been ten whole days since pos is over. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was so fun! haha. supposed to meet bryant, hendy, hansheng, nicky, anna beth, chevy to study at king albert's at eleven. but came at like one plus because i overslept.. whoops. so rushed down. brought my math holiday homework. and then. yeah. met chevy, bryant and hansheng there. "studied" for a while. then julie came. and we started eating and everything. yeah. went to cold storage twice. studying was pretty uneventful... went home, and kor was having cell group. bathed, changed and everything. packed and set off for bryant's! haha. hendy and louisa came to fetch me. was sniffling and coughing a lot. sigh. yes, i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; sick.&lt;br /&gt;reached bryant's house. anna beth, khoon fai, bryant were there. they were watching, um, the nine o' clock show. so we watched tv basically the whole night. heh. then bryant and khoon fai were trying to make anna beth split. i feel pain for her man): i tried also but still can't! my thighs still ache. sigh. and um. then chuan yu, chevy and nicky came. and then we just lazed around eating microwave-able popcorn and everything. then we watched! : D the world cup. okay, i was there mainly for the people. so i didnt pay much attention to the teevee. the guys' eyes were glued to the screen. so we watched until about three. and then we decided to rest our eyes. louisa and i were supposed to be in bryant's room, but by a twist of events we spent the night (morning?) downstairs on the living room sofas chatting. what we talked about would only be kept in those four walls, private and confidential. but we had a great time chatting. sharing session(: it was a tad embarrassing for a few of us. especially me.. haha. ummm. yeah. talked about a lot of things. in the end everyone fell asleep except for chuan yu, hendy and i. haha chuan yu and i were "text messaging". love that guy! haha., and he loves me too!&lt;br /&gt;next morning, everyone woke up around ten thirty or later. i woke up with my head spinning. you know what? louisa uses this super strong solution to wash her contact lenses and i tried it.. and when i put it into my eye, i nearly screamed!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO PAINFUL CAN????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, but i didnt use saline solution to wash the lens. that's why it turned out like that... oh and when i blinked my eye, it teared a hell lot. i could barely see out of it, i couldn't even open my eye. and it was puffy and rapidly reddening. that'll teach me to wash my lenses properly next time. and my eyes kept tearing! i put both lenses in, shut my eyes and walked to the living room. and kept blinking. finally, nick saved me by lending me his saline solution! yay i love him! and my eyes didn't hurt anymore! hahahaa. then.. had breakfast. and watched a bit of teevee. yeeahh that pretty much sums it all up. finally i'm at home resting. we tried to plan things today but someone had to go crash it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we were more united. there ain't nobody better, that's a fact i can't deny. but come on, can't we all put things past behind us and have a great, final time tgt before we only meet for professional reasons again? come on, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE WE???? surely you know the answer to that by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114993771221933255?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114993771221933255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114993771221933255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114993771221933255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114993771221933255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/100606.html' title='100606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114978573757361512</id><published>2006-06-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:55:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080606</title><content type='html'>i'm about to blog about the SOUTH PARTY at anna beth's yesterday! : D was great fun. okay.&lt;br /&gt;at about one, i set off to meet bryant, nicky, hendy and chevy at clementi to go to anna beth's together to prepare for the partay. in the end, i had to go all the way back to tiong to get paint for one of the games. and then i cabbed down to anna beth's house from there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they totally pangseh-ed me and the guys went to hensa's house to abduct the trophy (teehee, THE TROPHY) and cabbed down to anna beth's cause the trophy was so heavy. so i cabbed down.&lt;br /&gt;took awhile in the cab trying to find anna beth's block. hendy was waiting for me downstairs and we took the lift up tgt. then ..yeah. found them doing the water bombs. soooo i helped.(: fill, tie, store. fill, tie, store. andd... we did like a LOT. in the end they all exploded. sigh. come to naught? i think NOT, we had loadsa fun.(:&lt;br /&gt;soooo they started arriving and we all stayed in anna beth's organising everything. and then we went downstairs w the water bombs!!!!! oh but we didnt play that yet. first, was the game called 'watch your step'. it's a game wherein everyone's split into two teams, and each person is given two balloons. they are then instructed to blow them up and then given three minutes to attach the balloons to themselves, and run around using any means possible to make sure their balloons aren't bursted by the members of the other team. and at the same time try to burst the other team's balloons. the first team was South1, and the other, South2. South1 won! their tactic was to have deborah and vanessa shoulder sit on hendy and nicky respectively. and they held balloons. so they were harder to reach. the forfeit for South2 was to have water poured over where they stood, fully clothed, in a pail. sooo that was like 8 people wet. next, we played this sumo wrestling game! the same two teams chose two guy representatives, and painted their faces to look like SUMO WRESTLERS. (ps. beth's idea. : D) and then they faced off.. and they sumo wrestled!!! hahahaha. Round one: South1's Hendy V.S. South2's Pinde. Round two: South1's Pengbo V.S. South2's Chevalier. (they tore into each other without hesitation. round one's sumos were politer.) and then forfeit again for the team which lost! hmmm. and then, the moment all the guys had been waiting for: WATERBOMBS.&lt;br /&gt;i won't elaborate, but there was a lot of shrieking, yelling, splashing, hose-spraying, and pushing one deborah and tingzhi into the pool. and in the end the security came. see deborah and/or hansheng's blog for the full story, i'm kinda lazy to say. hahaha. then the girls went to anna beth's house to bathe. and the guys were despatched to the swimming pool's toilets, but in the end they went to chevalier's house to wash up. so there the girls were, in anna beth's, with keenan and kenneth and jeff. all washed and brushed, waiting for the guys so we could start dinner. we finished eating before they came, what the hell. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate and all, and lazed around the living space talking, chatting, playing musical instruments......&lt;br /&gt;and finally we decided to play a game! blind mice. around like 915. chuan yu and jeff. super duper funny! and they led jeff to louisa. hmmm. and after that we all sat around in a circle and told spooky stories! : D fun. haha i think chuanyu's is the lamest! but suuuuuper funny. and then we went downstairs and played sparklers... that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whistle! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how cool is that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol i sound like...&lt;br /&gt;okay, never mind. anyway. and we did the ribbon thing! hahahahaha and shoulder sat on hendy. and then we went back. was doing mass dance &amp;amp; girls' dance. and then we went back to anna beth's house. and lay around and talked. and hendy massaged people. woah its super duper relaxing. ahhh. he's got spirit fingers! LOL. okay. then we went to sleep. julie and i slept in anna beth's room.&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, everyone breakfasted together.(: scrambled eggs, french toast, bread, sausage. anna beth's domestic helper is a fantastic cook, and so's her mom! then we lazed around a bit more. and then we cabbed to gelare to EAT! : D julie, anna beth, nicky, hendy, bryant and i. yumm. their waffles. (: and we went to watch 'the omen' after that. seriously, that is not recommended. the storyline is bleah. okay. thats it, i'm going to bed. (: &lt;3 south&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114978573757361512?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114978573757361512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114978573757361512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114978573757361512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114978573757361512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/080606.html' title='080606'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114953741668081527</id><published>2006-06-06T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T04:48:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>what can you say, now that &lt;s&gt;you're away?&lt;/s&gt; you pretend we've never met?&lt;br /&gt;"baby, i didn't mean to hurt you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nearly five in the morning, and i sit here, still thinking about what could've been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114953741668081527?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114953741668081527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114953741668081527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114953741668081527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114953741668081527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114944952969964144</id><published>2006-06-05T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:32:09.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOURTH JUNE 2006: JUDGEMENT DAY.</title><content type='html'>*shriek of epic proportions*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON! WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;" The winner for emerge 2005's Parade of Schools was South cluster. (much clapping and cheering from South) Who will it be this year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner is..." (many Southians hunched in their seats, clutching their neighbours' hands and/or biting their nails down to the quick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again, THE SOUTH CLUSTER!" (South cluster POSians erupt into screams and cheers, standing up on their seats and jumping, hugging and wildly sobbing into their neighbours' shoulders while their in-charge ran up to the stage, beaming, to collect the large trophy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit, i did have my doubts about us winning, again. when i entered hall 8 on friday, my heart sank as i noticed the medal tally board that showed the clusters' points and the clusters' positions. south was last that day. north was first, then east, then west, followed by south. later that day, south moved up one place to third position.&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, the medal tally showed south neck-to-neck with north. later, south moved up to first position. it stayed that way until the end of emerge, hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;this morning, south was in the first position still. all through the night session, south cluster POSians were on the edge of their seats with nerves. we cheered everytime south was mentioned. and finally, the time came to announce the winners of the various competitions. the Parade of Schools was last. by that time, south POSians were prolly starting to pee in their pants for nerves. they announced the secondary school category winner first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how exhuberantly we praised after that! how wonderful the feeling of satisfaction felt! how, after the overall winner was announced (also south cluster for the secondary schools), even guys were seen sobbing unrestrainedly into a close friend's shoulder. not to mention the girls. i was trying not to tear for fear of smearing my make up. but i gave into my tear ducts anyway. we were milling around, hugging everyone and anyone from POS south cluster, feeling the sweet taste of victory yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not just the S$800 marche voucher we were competing for, it was the relationships we constructed, the skills we picked up, the bonds that no one can break, the unconditional love radiating from our cluster members in such strong waves you can just feel it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is what's the real deal, what you might have been telling yourself "marche, marche" might just come out as "south, south". how we come together as a cluster is oh-so-unique, different from all others. how we can be from such different schools (raffles, singapore chinese girls', saint joseph's, new town, tanglin, methodist girls', crescent, anglo chinese, saint theresa's, river valley...) yet get along so easily like we've known each other all our lives. how we bond and unite as a cluster inevitably is something no one will be able to explain. other clusters may think they are just as united as us, but no other can be. south is united, south loves all as Jesus loves us, unconditionally, with no strings attached. and south is so special in our own little ways. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sense of satisfaction, that feeling that all the tears, pain, and practices had all been worth it, the glimpse of my cluster's toughest bases moved to the waterworks by everything, the sight of my cluster mates, a glimmer of something i couldn't quite place in their eyes, clutching the trophy and screaming victory-&lt;br /&gt;that is something i will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114944952969964144?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114944952969964144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114944952969964144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114944952969964144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114944952969964144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/fourth-june-2006-judgement-day.html' title='FOURTH JUNE 2006: JUDGEMENT DAY.'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114918484561664753</id><published>2006-06-02T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:00:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST JUNE, 2006.</title><content type='html'>oh, my goodness. *frantically fans self* i still can't believe we did it! south did it! we were so awesome onstage, if i do say so myself.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few days of practice, as quoted from anna beth, were an emotional roller coaster. things happened, things cropped up. people broke down, people had conflicts. there were times when i was flying halfway and i just burst into tears. like okay, my bases turned me left instead of to the right, and i didn't know about it, and i fell and came down and i gave them all an emotional earful. and then i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the amazing thing is that we really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made things happen.&lt;/span&gt; so many people were doubtful about the day, saying that we were gnna screw things up like our preview. but we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;we blew them all away. we put aside all our differences, all our disputes, and came tgt as a cluster, united, to do our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think. yesterday, we were on the stage at expo. and our music and everything was playing; we didn't do it all in time. and today, we have a few practices, we do everything magnificently. the dancers danced with so much energy, with smiles and everything, looking sharp; our bases were alert and did a great job, our flyers- check this out- did all our stunts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without front supports!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i mean, okay, for me personally, i couldn't turn in a liberty position without a front support. wait, i couldn't do a lib without front support. i couldn't do it from half extension anw. and now i can do lib and turn and arabesque without front support! i just managed the arabesque without front support today. and vanessa didn't practice that much, but her pop twist was sooooo great. AWESOME, NO?????: D our group is like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what happened today: we came for pract at nine. i arrived at nine thirty- woke up late. came straight down. a little after that, went to changi to get silver nail polish with anna beth and vanessa, but they didnt carry it. so we had bk's breakfast instead. ohh i felt like sooo guilty after that.): then we practiced. and then we had some exchanging of words, a few tears- but then we prayed tgt as a cluster. and we had about fifteen minutes' of a prayer meeting led by hensa today. the flyers prayed together. the stunts people prayed together. i have this feeling we've done more praying within the cluster today than we've done in the days leading up to the performance. yeah. and deborah and anna beth and i were jumping around being nervous. lol. and it all turned out so awesome. i am sooo convinced now at the power of what prayer can do. it was more than perfect. impeccable timing, great energy, perfect balance (for the flyers) we looked good, awesome screaming, looked sharp, AND WHO WAS THE CLUSTER PASTOR KONG STOOD UP FOR?????????????? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOUTH CLUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 south!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114918484561664753?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114918484561664753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114918484561664753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114918484561664753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114918484561664753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-june-2006.html' title='FIRST JUNE, 2006.'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114908761101680958</id><published>2006-05-31T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:00:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>310506</title><content type='html'>OH GOSH TMR IS EMERGE AND THAT MEANS POS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D AND I DID EXPRESS MANICURE WITH ANNA BETH! SILVER AND GOLD GLITTER ALTERNATE(: I LIKE THE GOLD. so southy. lol. SOUTH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114908761101680958?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114908761101680958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114908761101680958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114908761101680958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114908761101680958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/310506.html' title='310506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114892409222108558</id><published>2006-05-30T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:34:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>290506</title><content type='html'>another blogging game: post ten totally random facts about yourself and get 5 other people to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am totally in love with flying.&lt;br /&gt;2. i post friendster bulletins a lot.&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm surgically attached to my hot pink v3! : D&lt;br /&gt;4. my mp3 is currently w jaanmeng and i want to put 'wonderwall' by oasis in but i keep forgetting to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;5. i like my name because 'sarah' means princess and the 'hui' in 'huimin' means intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm totally psyched about POS!&lt;br /&gt;7. i don't believe that anybody feels the way i do, about you now.&lt;br /&gt;8. i like coloured mascara.&lt;br /&gt;9. i love pink! pink makes me feel like a barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;10. i love love love SOUTH CLUSTER. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people i pass this onto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. karen darling,&lt;br /&gt;2. hansheng,&lt;br /&gt;3. esmond,&lt;br /&gt;4. jaanmeng,&lt;br /&gt;5. and jane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114892409222108558?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114892409222108558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114892409222108558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114892409222108558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114892409222108558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/290506.html' title='290506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114865955150717691</id><published>2006-05-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:26:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>260506</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad day.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114865955150717691?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114865955150717691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114865955150717691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114865955150717691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114865955150717691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/260506.html' title='260506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114856879667907059</id><published>2006-05-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:00:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>250506</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: D SCHOOL'S OUT!!! &lt;/span&gt;(for me, mel, penny, yuqi, all the people not going to school tmr.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one month of freedom, boredom, going out, having fun, and... studying. yeah, you heard me right. i wont elaborate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pos preview today was fun. like sometime during chem, steph called and asked me to meet them at town. i was still in class, one more period to go, so i met them in the main audi instead. south was the second cluster to do our routine. they did half extension &amp;amp; bryant did an amazing basket toss. and they did split, and steph and vanessa did something like a hitch on bryant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it all on video!! ask jeffrey for the vids.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm gonna take a leaf out of deborah's book and learn a split within a week!!! everyone, help meeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114856879667907059?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114856879667907059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114856879667907059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114856879667907059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114856879667907059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/250506.html' title='250506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114838646045854355</id><published>2006-05-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:14:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>230506</title><content type='html'>today i went shopping w mel! okay not really shopping. but we did pretend we were tourists in little india. HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i was supposed to go to school. but i told mom i was too tired to. went back to bed and slept until, like, eleven. then mel called. went to harbourfront to meet her for lunch. haha i walked like right past her w/o seeing her. we went for beef noodles! i feel like a pig today. LOL. and then we decided to go to little india! haha.&lt;br /&gt;so, like, we took a train there. straight line. and then we walked around for a bit pretending we were tourists. we went to do henna! the person wasn't very skilled and mine wasn't very nice. i did the back of my left hand; mel did the back of her left hand and her left ankle. and then we walked around looking at bangles. little india has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most pretty coloured bracelets, like, ever. and after that we went to tiong. but venezia was closed.))))))))): see, we share the same passion for that particular ice cream. yoggi! the yoghurt ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to great world. went to pets kampong! looked at the bunnies and hamster. they were so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;. (is adorable the word?) and we decided to get things for our terrapins, samson and delilah. we got a cage, a bag of gravel, a kind of fountain-like structure for them to climb on, and a pump. it added up to $50.26!!! haha. we came back to my place to set up everything.&lt;br /&gt;we washed the gravel in a pail. took awhile because the gravel produced, like, gray water when it was washed. so we rinsed the gravel several times. and we set up the pump. had a little trouble deciding where to put the tank as the terrapins needed sunlight (as quoted from the brother, they are "solar powered".) and they need a power source, for the fountain thing. so we put them next to the wall. think we're getting a filter and a light next. and then mel had to leave so i sent her to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;today was fun! : DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114838646045854355?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114838646045854355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114838646045854355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114838646045854355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114838646045854355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/230506.html' title='230506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114814201856819678</id><published>2006-05-20T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:20:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200506</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today was really really fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. met bryant and chevy in the early morning. like 0745 at dover. took a bus to st joseph's institution. (shirt then: black strikeforce tee.) went into sji, saw nicholas, jeff, hansheng, keenan, and... yeah. they were all decked out in soccer gear. stood at the statue next to the field for like, dont-know-how long. sji is like, so happening. they were blasting music and everything. and the guys were forming teams to play sports. like, soccer, rugby, the like. i can tell you, i felt SO weird there. prolly the only one of my species under 30!&lt;br /&gt;watched them play soccer and stuff. and then after like an hour bryant and i started like walking around. we went to the canteen w hansheng and jeff then went back. went to the toilet. t-shirt change!( changed shirt to the raffles pe tee. : D who am i trying to kid? lol) then walked to scgs with chevy and nicholas to see deborah. her school was having their openhouse. while we waited for her, we were like, looking at scgs' gym. whoa i tell you their school is, like, hay-uuuuge. and we were walking around eating stuff and things. and we watched their choir perform. nicholas and chevy had to rush back for their soccer match. so deborah "entertained" bryant and i. we walked around. bryant wanted to try the trampoline in the gymasium, but cant. so we went back to sji after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym with one of bryant's gymnast friends. went in thru a window. lol. and. um. yeah. bryant was attempting backflips. and he did the trampoline thing. and we went out after awhile, i had to go for cg. so said bye to the pos josephians, and bryant walked me to the bus stop. took 156 directly to clementi. met my cg members, went for cg. (tee change again! to the josephian tee.((: ) then after that, went to tiong, had yoghurt ice cream!!!!! my favourite. it's from a shop called venezia, the yoghurt ice cream is called yoggi. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! : D&lt;br /&gt;anw. went home. showered, changed, went to meet edmund, anna beth, nicholas, chevy, hendy and hansheng at cine. supposed to watch the da vinci code (again, for me) but no more tix. instead, we met deborah, steph, keenan and friend, and bryant and watched over the hedge!&lt;br /&gt;super funny. haha. but it seems hardly worth it to pay 9.50 for a cartoon. han sheng lent me his jacket. more like, a windbreaker. or sth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;went to esplanade after that! we walked to dhoby and then took train. lol. and walked to the esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;and everything. after like a really short while, i had to go back. supposed to cab home w han sheng. and we dialled a cab from the taxi stand. haha. okay, actually i dialled the cab. ma fan! okay i just spoke chinese. : D mouth agape in surprise yet?&lt;br /&gt;and we cabbed. and here i am. (: okay i'm eating now actually i just spoilt my whole diet plan beCAUSE i just had frosted cornflakes and fresh milk (fresh, not even skim!)(or low-fat!) (or... you get the idea.) ahh whatever. i'm going to bathe and sleep, meeting people early tmr morning. night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114814201856819678?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114814201856819678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114814201856819678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114814201856819678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114814201856819678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/200506.html' title='200506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114802752363802309</id><published>2006-05-19T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:32:03.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190506</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mel and i watched the da vinci code! : DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoa. enthralling. but hair-raising. i nearly had nightmares! because  of the stupid albino guy! his eyes are creepy. i think his name's paul bettany. we borrowed id. and april said they will check. i think they only check when you buy the tix, and sometimes when you go in. april bought the tix for us and she lent me her id, just in case. and we had a backup plan, mel and i. so we gave the person our tix. and we could scarcely believe it when he just tore it, gave us the stub, and said, "2nd door on the left, enjoy your movie!" i was about to start jumping up and down in the corridor! i even had my wallet ready for the id!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anw. the movie was amazing, really. *shrug* after that, cabbed home. i could walk home but i chose to cab. LOL. just too freaky lah.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114802752363802309?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114802752363802309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114802752363802309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114802752363802309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114802752363802309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/190506.html' title='190506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114784220037735169</id><published>2006-05-17T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:55:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>170506</title><content type='html'>i had a really bad dream last night,&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i'd broken my leg and couldn't fly alr. and i was crying and crying and when i  woke up, i'd actually been crying.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. leaving for pos soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited 10:13 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeal of massive proportions* I CAN DO LIBERTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does cabbage patch*&lt;br /&gt;and i did arabesque! and turned! ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and bryant did an amazing toe touch basket toss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY FOR SOUTH CLUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ROCK ROCK ROCK ROCK ROCK YOUR RAINBOW SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i feel like i belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i love love love jeffrey and hendy and hansheng and junle and hensa!&lt;br /&gt;they assisted me to do arabesque for the first time! and i was steady with them for liberty, it's the only time i stayed w/o a front support for liberty long enough to sweep down! i so love them. they're really supportive, and all.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i LOVE EDMUND! HE'S GETTING ME THE ST. JOSEPH SHIRT!!!!!!!!! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know what else we did today. i was like, doing full extension, i think. and then, hensa came up, and he was like, okay. hmm. sarah, lock. ok move to junle's side.&lt;br /&gt;and they shifted, shifted, shifted.&lt;br /&gt;and he was like, walk over to hansheng's side. and they shuffled over to his side. and by then i was locking like crazy, nearly fell a few times but borderliningly managed to steady myself. then they moved behind, towards jeffrey. and i very nearly fell. but didnt. and finally, i heard the blessed words: "okay, 1, 2, sweep."&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh, ground!!! blessed ground. :] okay i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hi jeffrey your backspotting is really wonderful and i have no doubts we can soar to great heights tgt. see you friday! lovelove!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114784220037735169?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114784220037735169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114784220037735169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114784220037735169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114784220037735169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/170506.html' title='170506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114779043818903218</id><published>2006-05-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:04:49.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>160506</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDMUND DARLING! : D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBORAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so today is edmund and deborah's birthdays. happy birthday!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so there was pos today. yay i love pos. haha. we tried hitch, liberty, full extension, and full extension immediately. fun! i can do confidently without a front support now. except for liberty, that is. i still can't balance on a liberty. sigh. any tips from everyone who's reading this? i seriously need help. sigh. anyway. so everything else was awesome. jeffrey, jun le and hansheng are fast learners. and hendy and junxiong are my bases, and jeffrey my back support. i'm still upset i can't do liberty. sigh. think everyone's gonna have to do. routine by thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that yesterday and today i didn't go to school. why? i have a throat infection- or so i thought. a visit to the doctor today told me otherwise. so he asked what's with me and i told him on sunday morning i felt this lump in my throat, y'know? but i looked in the mirror and saw nothing so i went to church. later that night, it felt better albeit a slight irritation. yesterday mrnin i woke up with the same lump feeling and so didn't go to school. this morning too. so i went to the doc's and he suspects it's thyroid and so referred me to KK women's and children's hospital for an MRI scan to find out if it is, in fact, thyroid. if the tests by the surgeon prove positive, i have to go for a surgery.&lt;br /&gt;so, people, i really need your prayers, that it'll be nothing much okay? i really have to participate in pos, i dunno what i'd do if i couldn't participate. i've been training and training and what happened? sigh. so yeah. i really need you all to pray for me. okay? love you all.(: &lt;33&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8146617-114779043818903218?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114779043818903218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114779043818903218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114779043818903218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114779043818903218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/160506.html' title='160506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114753237893370977</id><published>2006-05-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:59:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130506</title><content type='html'>oh dear. it only seems fitting that i fall sick right after my exams. post-exam exhaustion's starting to kick in. i am tired out of my own mind. fell sick this morning, stayed on the couch the whole day with a blanket, couple of pillows, and a good book. and i spent it sleeping the day away. sigh. i am losing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114753237893370977?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114753237893370977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114753237893370977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114753237893370977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114753237893370977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/130506.html' title='130506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8146617.post-114742155355076561</id><published>2006-05-12T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:12:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120506</title><content type='html'>yesterday was an out-of-this-world day with my girlfriends. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm proud to announce that EXAMS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! (: for the most part. the next major ones i have to, ahem, look forward to, are the FYEs. which won't be at least for another four months.&lt;br /&gt;oh and everyone reading this be my witness: i am officially going to study. that's right, you don't have to check if you're on the right blog. i, ko huimin sarah, hereby declare that i am going to study for my major exams to prepare myself for the 'O' level i'm taking next year. and may someone slap me please because i think i'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to digress, yesterday was an absolutely fantastic day, not counting the exams part. after the exams, mel, yuqi, charmaine, jane and i headed for harbourfront. i always seem to be going there. heh. and we were all fretting about what we were going to wear for last night's play. more on that later. and we were taking 166 and i was sitting on yuqi's knees all the way to harbourfront. and we had some at macs, incredible!!! they have their twister fries back! yum. anyway. so then after that we shopped for a bit, and then jane and charmaine went to jane's house and yuqi left and mel and i went home for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;showered, changed, then met mel at harbourfront. she wanted to get this really cute clutch from montip. and we got it, and went to play pool with mitchell. and then we went back to mel's house for her to change and doll. and we did our nails. maroon polish that matched her top, and i put some on, too. but i was wearing black and looked like i was going to a funeral except the silver heels. was having kind of a bad hair day, though.&lt;br /&gt;we cabbed down to raffles hotel, and found the jubilee hall. and jane and charmaine at the same time. joined the literature students in front of the hall. then, mel jane charmaine and i went to the loo down the hall for touch ups. and then we went back to the hall, and we were just in time for the opening. so we got our tix and went in. and then sat in the middle. it's hard to describe the taming of the shrew, but it was awesome, that i can assure you. the actors and actresses left the stage to tumultous applause. three times. (: great, huh. anyway, after that, the three and i left for supper at a twenty-four hour macs just opposite. and then we went home. jane took the same bus as me. reached home, dead tired. took a shower, went to bed and slept until twelve this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe exams are finally over and i'm starting to feel the exhaustion that must've been building up. sigh. i'm just so.. so..*yawn* tired. think i'll go take another nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146617-114742155355076561?l=getknifed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/feeds/114742155355076561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146617&amp;postID=114742155355076561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114742155355076561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146617/posts/default/114742155355076561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getknifed.blogspot.com/2006/05/120506.html' title='120506'/><author><name>supercaligragilisticespialidocious twerp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
